On the day of the divorce, I became Qin Shao's darling.

Qin Jiamo was still coughing, so he quickly turned his back and reached out his hand at the same time.

Lin Xiwei understood what he meant and quickly handed him the folded napkin.

After a while, once the man's breathing had calmed down a bit, he turned around, his handsome face flushed, and glanced at her: "You... you really are a man of few words, but when you do speak, you amaze everyone."

She blushes easily, as shy as an innocent young girl.

Now these outrageous words have suddenly appeared, so explicit that even men can't handle them.

Actually, Lin Xiwei was embarrassed, but she couldn't help but say it when the thought came to mind.

Unexpectedly, she teased Attorney Qin so much that he lost his composure and blushed.

"It's just the truth. If you're wrong, I have to correct you." Lin Xiwei's eyes sparkled, with a hint of smug victory in them.

Qin Jiamo put down her napkin, picked up her utensils again, and started eating. "What was supposed to be a wonderful thing has been ruined by what you said."

It's wonderful...

Lin Xiwei pondered the word, giving him a meaningful look. "So, you're actually looking forward to it?"

"..." Qin Jiamo was stunned again, his deep and burning gaze fixed on her.

Lin Xiwei's cheeks flushed, and she realized that she had been too unrestrained today, so she quickly backed down: "Um, never mind, let's eat."

She lowered her head to avoid the man's gaze and quickly savored her food.

Attorney Qin hesitated for a long time, but ultimately lacked the courage to admit that he was indeed looking forward to it.

After all, only he himself knows the torment of being a single man in his late twenties.

It doesn't matter if you haven't yet developed romantic feelings, but once you do and meet someone you like, it's like an old house catching fire—it's unstoppable.

……

After finishing their meal, the two left together, and Lin Xiwei insisted on paying the bill.

Uncle Meng looked at Qin Jiamo with a troubled expression.

The latter nodded slightly and said in a nonchalant tone, "Take it. Miss Lin is a wealthy woman; she won't care about this."

"Okay." Uncle Meng chuckled sullenly and readily paid the bill.

As they walked out of the courtyard house, Lin Xiwei glanced at him and complained, "Every time you call me a rich woman, it always feels like you're mocking me."

Qin Jiamo smiled and said, "You're overthinking it. At such a young age, you have tens of millions in assets. You are definitely a true rich woman."

Speaking of this, Lin Xiwei suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, the agent called me yesterday and said a buyer viewed the property and seemed quite satisfied, but wanted to negotiate the price—how much do you think I should lower the price?"

Qin Jiamo said, "Your asking price is already very honest. Buyers just want to negotiate to reach a psychological balance. It's negotiable if it's under 100,000, but forget about it if it's over 100,000. Your house is in a good location, so you don't have to worry about selling it."

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Would you like me to go with you to talk?"

"No need. Qingqing is off tomorrow. I'll invite her to come along, and we can have a meal and chat."

Qin Jiamo's line of work doesn't have holidays. He also has something to do tomorrow, and Lin Xiwei said it wasn't necessary, so he gave up.

The two got into the car and headed straight for Qin Jiamo's luxury penthouse in the city center.

After the car entered the underground parking garage of the residential complex, Lin Xiwei looked at the underground parking lot, which was comparable to a five-star hotel, and once again sighed at how luxurious the lives of the rich were.

The house she's currently selling is already considered a high-end neighborhood, but compared to the development where Qin Jiamo lives, it's practically a slum.

The elevator lobby is designed like a hotel lobby, complete with a lounge area, massage chairs, and a tea room.

While waiting for the elevator, Lin Xiwei looked around.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Jiamo asked curiously.

Lin Xiwei smiled sheepishly and said self-deprecatingly, "I feel like a country bumpkin coming to the city."

Qin Jiamo smiled faintly, "If you like it here, you and Junjun can move in. It's quite convenient to live here."

This large flat is a penthouse duplex, with nearly 500 square meters of floor space, comparable to Greentown villas.

Moreover, it is located in the city center, where land is extremely valuable, making it convenient to go anywhere. It is also only a 20-minute drive from his law firm's office building.

Lin Xiwei quickly shook her head: "Forget it, I don't want the hassle of moving around."

She made up an excuse to decline, but actually she was just embarrassed.

What will become of her and Qin Jiamo in the future is still unknown. The deeper they are bound together now, the more trouble it will be if they separate in the future.

It's best not to set foot in his territory.

Qin Jiamo stared at her, seemingly reading her thoughts, but ultimately said nothing.

Upon arriving at Qin Jiamo's private territory, Lin Xiwei felt a little dizzy standing at the entrance.

The building is too tall.

Top floor.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, it feels like the clouds are within reach.

"Aren't you scared living alone in such a big, high-rise building?" she couldn't help but ask.

"What's there to be afraid of in your own home?" Qin Jiamo changed his shoes and then took out a pair of men's slippers for her. "I don't have any women's slippers here, these are a bit big, but you'll have to make do."

"Thank you." Lin Xiwei changed her shoes and walked into the living room, which was almost the size of a football field, and saw the indoor elevator and stairs.

It turned out to be a top-floor duplex.

No wonder he told her to move in with Junjun.

The territory is indeed large enough.

"Would you like some water?" Qin Jiamo asked from behind, walking towards the bar.

Lin Xiwei looked around, not paying attention to what he was saying.

Qin Jiamo poured a glass of water, walked over to her, and handed it to her.

"Oh." Lin Xiwei finally realized what he meant, took the water glass, smiled at him, and said, "Your house is too big, it feels lifeless..."

This is the truth.

It's extremely luxurious, as beautiful and clean as a showroom, but there's not a trace of real life in it.

"Indeed, I usually just come back to sleep, and I'm mostly on the second floor," Qin Jiamo explained.

Lin Xiwei looked up at the second floor.

Qin Jiamo immediately asked, "Do you want to go up and take a look? And help me pack my clothes while you're at it."

"All right."

Lin Xiwei turned around, preparing to put down the water glass, but Qin Jiamo took the glass away again.

He tilted his head back and drank the rest of the water in the glass.

Lin Xiwei stared at his movements, stunned.

That was what she had just drunk.

This person... didn't seem to mind at all, and took it and drank it.

Qin Jiamo put the water glass back on the bar, turned around, took Lin Xiwei's hand, and walked towards the indoor elevator.

Lin Xiwei was a little dazed and lost in thought.

Her gaze fell on the large hand that was holding hers.

Since when did he get used to holding hands so naturally, used to the way the two of them acted like a couple...?

Qin Jiamo's bedroom was also unusually large.

Although it is the area where he spends the most time, it still gives people a serious, neat and meticulous feeling, which is very similar to his image and temperament.

Even the bed was neatly made, as if no one had slept on it.

"This is the dressing room, and that's a small office area. Sometimes I need to handle urgent documents, so I do it over there."

Of course, a mansion of this size would have a formal study, but he often got home very late and didn't have much time to spend in the study.

Lin Xiwei nodded without saying anything, turning her gaze away from his bed.

Qin Jiamo noticed her movements.

He quietly entered, a smile playing on his lips. As he put his arm around the woman's waist, he whispered, "What do you mean by staring at my bed the moment you came in?"

Lin Xiwei's nerves tightened, and her wandering thoughts immediately came to a stop.

"No, no way," she hurriedly denied, but she had already fallen into that warm and strong embrace.

Lin Xiwei immediately tensed up and quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you say... you wanted me to help you pack your clothes? The walk-in closet is over there, right? I'll go help you..."