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Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye's smile instantly froze.

His fingers tightened slightly on the car door handle, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Back to Yanjing? Tonight?"

Jiang Ye's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, his tone full of astonishment and confusion.

"Didn't you say you were going to stay in Hanju for a few days? Why are you leaving right after dinner? You flew all this way back without even a moment to catch your breath. Even an iron body can't take this!"

Han Qingru sighed, reached out and gently tugged at Jiang Ye's sleeve, her tone tinged with apology.

"There's been a bit of an unexpected situation at the international jewelry exhibition in Yanjing. A batch of rare imperial green jadeite rough stones has been moved up to tonight for internal bidding. This batch is very important to several of my major clients in Thailand, so I have to go back and oversee it personally."

"I know you feel sorry for me, but there's nothing I can do about it..."

Looking at Han Qingru's slightly tired but still spirited face, Jiang Ye felt a deep sense of reluctance to part with her.

Jiang Ye's eyes darted around, then his face suddenly hardened. He abruptly shook off Han Qingru's hand, turned around, and left her with a cold, indifferent back of his head.

"Fine, you can go now."

Jiang Ye's voice was muffled, filled with a strong sense of resentment.

"So you flew all this way just to treat me to a meal and, incidentally, give me a helmet to appease this beggar, is that it?"

"Business is important, the rough stones are important, but your brother isn't important. Get out of here, don't delay your chance to make big money!"

Seeing Jiang Ye's sullen expression, Han Qingru panicked.

Thinking Jiang Ye was really angry, she quickly walked around to him in her high heels, grabbed his arm tightly, and gently shook it.

"Hey kid, don't be angry!"

Han Qingru softened her voice and coaxed him like a child.

"I was wrong, okay? I promise, as soon as things are settled in Yanjing, I'll fly back to Hanzhou and stay with you every day. I won't go anywhere else, okay?"

"Don't keep that long face, it makes me feel bad..."

Jiang Ye lowered his head and looked at Han Qingru's nervous and cautious appearance, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

With a "pfft".

Jiang Ye broke down, his lips curling into a smug, wicked grin.

Han Qingru was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that she had been tricked.

"You bastard, Jiang Ye!" Han Qingru's eyebrows shot up in anger. She raised her hand and punched Jiang Ye hard on the shoulder, glaring at him fiercely. "You dared to lie to me! You made me feel so guilty just now, you think you've gotten so bold?!"

Jiang Ye seized Han Qingru's wrist, his mischievous smile fading and his eyes softening.

"Sis, I'm not angry, I'm just pretending."

"Actually, I just checked the flight information, and the last flight to Yanjing is at 11:30 pm."

"You could have booked an afternoon or evening flight and gone back earlier to prepare for the bidding. But you chose the latest one, just so you could stay in Hanju a few more hours, have a meal with me one more time, and see me a little longer, right?"

"Sister Ru is so good to me, always thinking of me first, how could I bear to be angry with you?"

"I feel so sorry for you, I can't even bear to see you suffer enough!"

Han Qingru's heart skipped a beat, and a beautiful blush instantly spread across her cheeks. She hurriedly pulled her hand back, her eyes darting away from Jiang Ye, but she couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.

"You brat..."

"It's been years, when did your words become so sweet? They're like they've been coated in honey. I wonder how many young girls you've fooled."

Although she said that, Han Qingru couldn't hide the smile in her eyes, and her whole being radiated a bright glow of being favored.

She raised her wrist to look at the million-dollar Patek Philippe watch.

It's only 7:30 pm now, and I still have more than three hours before I have to go to the airport.

Han Qingru raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Ye's slightly cheap-looking casual suit, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Come on, get in the car!"

Han Qingru yanked open the passenger door, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Where to?" Jiang Ye was taken aback.

"Let's go to Hang Lung Plaza!"

Han Qingru rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"Look at the rags you're wearing! The big boss behind Kunlun Capital, dressed like an insurance salesman!"

"If I don't come back to take care of you, do you even know how to buy yourself a few decent clothes?!"

At this point, Han Qingru seemed to remember something, and her tone carried an undisguised disgust and anger.

"That Shen Qinghan is really something!"

"You've been together for so many years, you're practically husband and wife! Even if she doesn't like you, she still has to put on a show, right?"

"Seven years! She hasn't even bought you a decent pair of socks! I really don't know if her heart is made of stone!"

Hearing Han Qingru's protective complaints, Jiang Ye felt a warm glow in his heart. He could only shake his head with a helpless smile and obediently get into the car to become the driver.

……

Twenty minutes later.

The Bentley Flying Spur was parked in the underground parking garage of Hang Lung Plaza, the most upscale luxury shopping center in Hanzhou.

The two took the VIP elevator directly to the men's clothing section on the third floor of the mall.

This place brings together the world's top menswear brands, and even a simple shirt here costs five figures.

Han Qingru walked ahead like a queen surveying her territory, her high heels radiating an aura of power.

Jiang Ye, like a well-behaved little follower, followed slowly behind with his hands in his pockets.

Step into a top-tier Italian bespoke menswear store.

Han Qingru's gaze swept quickly across the clothes rack, her sharp eyes instantly locking onto several outfits.

"Bring down this dark gray patterned suit, that navy blue cashmere coat, and these French shirts, and let him try them on."

Han Qingru pointed at Jiang Ye and directed the shop assistants.

Jiang Ye was pushed into the fitting room with a wry smile.

When he changed into that dark gray suit with subtle patterns and walked out of the fitting room.

The entire shop seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Jiang Ye was already tall and upright, and years of training gave him a perfect inverted triangle physique with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

This well-tailored suit perfectly accentuated his mature masculine charm and the languid air of someone accustomed to a high position.

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye in front of her, a hint of undisguised amazement flashing in her eyes.

She walked forward in her high heels, naturally reaching out to straighten Jiang Ye's slightly wrinkled collar and then re-tying his tie into a perfect Windsor knot.

Her movements were meticulous and considerate; the two were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

The young female shop assistant standing to the side watched this scene with envy in her eyes.

"Sir, you look incredibly handsome in this outfit; it's like it was custom-made for you!"

The female shop assistant exclaimed sincerely, then turned her gaze to Han Qingru, who was adjusting Jiang Ye's collar, and began to flatter her with a beaming smile.

"And your wife has such excellent taste!"

"This suit is a limited edition in our store; most people simply can't pull off this color. Your wife chose it at first sight, and the two of you standing together look absolutely stunning, a match made in heaven! You're such a perfect couple!"

Hearing the word "wife".

Han Qingru's hand, which was adjusting Jiang Ye's tie, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Her fair and delicate cheeks flushed red instantly, all the way down to her slender neck.

She hastily withdrew her hand, wanting to explain, "No, you've misunderstood, I didn't..."

But before she could finish speaking...

Jiang Ye suddenly chuckled softly.