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The dinner went very smoothly.

Jiang Ye casually found an inconspicuous corner to sit down and ate a few bites of food haphazardly.

He checked the time on his phone; it was already 7:50 PM.

"It's about time we went."

Jiang Ye stood up, walked to the main table, and prepared to say goodbye to Zhao Yulan.

"Grandma, it's getting late, and I have some things to take care of, so I'll head back now. Please get some rest," Jiang Ye said respectfully.

"Go back? Go back where?"

Upon hearing that Jiang Ye was leaving, Zhao Yulan's smile vanished instantly. She grabbed his hand and held on tightly.

"Today is Grandma's birthday, why are you leaving right after dinner? Are you still angry with Qinghan? Do you feel wronged in this family?" The old lady's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"No, Grandma, I really have something to do..." Jiang Ye explained helplessly.

"What could be more important than celebrating Grandma's birthday?!"

Zhao Yulan's temper flared up as well. She slammed her cane on the ground and said firmly, "You're not going anywhere tonight! I've had the housekeeper clean your room thoroughly, and the sheets and blankets have all been changed. You must stay home tonight!"

"Grandma, I..."

"If you dare to leave, you're disowning me as your grandmother! I'll rather die of anger here than let you leave this house!" The old lady said, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.

"Mom! Don't get agitated!" Shen Zhennan and Ou Yuqin quickly stepped forward to support the old lady.

Jiang Ye looked at the old lady's face, which was flushed with excitement, and felt a sense of helplessness.

He knew the old lady had a weak heart and couldn't handle any stress. If he forced himself to leave today and the old lady really got sick from the stress, he would never be able to live with himself.

"Okay, Grandma, I won't leave. I'll stay with you tonight." Jiang Ye finally softened and reluctantly agreed.

Hearing that Jiang Ye agreed to stay, the old lady's expression softened, and she smiled again.

.....

The dinner has ended.

Jiang Ye was led by the nanny towards the guest room on the second floor where he used to stay.

As Jiang Ye walked up the stairs, he took out his phone and looked at Xia Yu's WeChat profile picture on the screen, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"This is troublesome..."

Jiang Ye gave a wry smile.

It's already 8 PM.

That aloof female CEO is probably already impatiently waiting at the entrance of Donghu Apartment with her keys in hand.

As he walked, he quickly typed a WeChat message on his phone, intending to send it to Xia Yu to explain the situation. But he stopped halfway through typing.

Forget it, I'll find a secluded spot later and just call her.

Jiang Ye put his phone back in his pocket and followed the nanny to the door of a guest room at the end of the second-floor corridor.

This guest room is the room he and Shen Qinghan have stayed in at the Shen family home for the past seven years.

Although he was nominally Shen Qinghan's husband, when they lived in this room, Shen Qinghan didn't like to sleep in the same bed with him; Jiang Ye usually slept on the floor.

The nanny opened the door and said respectfully, "Son-in-law, the room has been prepared. Please get some rest."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Jiang Ye nodded and went into the room.

Jiang Ye had just taken off his coat when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Shen Qinghan walked in wearing a silk nightgown, carrying a quilt and a pillow, with a cold face.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Ye frowned and asked in a flat tone.

"You think I wanted to come?"

Shen Qinghan rolled her eyes at him, then threw the blanket and pillow she was holding heavily on the floor. "Grandma just said something's wrong with us. She thinks we must have had a fight. She says we have to sleep in the same room to calm down. If she finds out we're sleeping separately, she'll skin me alive tomorrow morning!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye immediately felt a headache coming on.

The old lady's assist was so ill-timed!

"Alright, since it's Grandma's wish, then you can sleep on the floor." Jiang Ye said calmly.

"What do you mean?!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghan immediately exploded: "Jiang Ye, get your facts straight! This is my home! You want me to sleep on the floor?!"

"Otherwise what?"

Jiang Ye crossed his arms and looked at her with a half-smile: "We're divorced, do you still want to squeeze in with me?"

"You're dreaming!"

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and said, "Not only did you embarrass me in public downstairs today, but you also used my card to buy a gold Buddha to please Grandma! You've been making me angry every day! I'm warning you, you better sleep on the floor tonight and don't touch me!"

Seeing Shen Qinghan's self-righteous and domineering demeanor, Jiang Ye's anger flared up.

Does this woman really think of herself as the pushover she used to be?

"Shen Qinghan, are you still asleep?"

Jiang Ye sneered and retorted without any politeness, "I used to indulge you because I owed the Shen family a favor. Now that we're divorced, all grudges are settled, who's going to tolerate your stinky temper anymore?!"

"I'm already doing you a huge favor by coming to act in your play!"

"You won't let me sleep in the bed, huh? Fine, I'll leave!"

As he spoke, Jiang Ye made a move to walk towards the door.

"Stop right there!"

Shen Qinghan panicked and grabbed Jiang Ye's arm.

She knew that if Jiang Ye left today, the old lady would definitely faint from anger on the spot.

"You win!"

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, glared fiercely at Jiang Ye, and finally gave in.

She glanced at the cold floor with a sense of frustration, feeling a pang of resentment.

"Then... let's sleep in the same bed!"

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words, then immediately added, "But I'm warning you, you better behave yourself tonight! If you dare touch me, I'll absolutely not let you off!"

Hearing Shen Qinghan's stern but weak warning, Jiang Ye felt no ripples in his heart, but rather found it somewhat amusing.

Touch her?

Jiang Ye's gaze swept over Shen Qinghan's body, which was dressed in a silk nightgown.

To be fair, Shen Qinghan's face is indeed impeccably beautiful, with delicate features and a cool and aloof temperament. She is the kind of ice queen that is hard to forget after just one glance.

But as for her figure...

Jiang Ye shook his head inwardly.

Before, when he had never tasted meat, he might have had some fantasies about Shen Qinghan's appearance. But now, he was someone who had just tasted the exquisite beauty of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu's figure was curvaceous, with a perfect balance of slimness and ample curves. Her long, straight legs were absolutely breathtaking.

In contrast, although Shen Qinghan was tall, her figure was too thin, her buttocks were a bit flat, and her chest was rather lacking in flesh.

Moreover, Shen Qinghan always wore that strong, pungent commercial perfume, which made people feel nauseous after a while.

Unlike Xia Yu, who, despite not wearing perfume, exudes a faint, fresh, youthful fragrance that makes people want to get closer.

As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Having tasted Xia Yu's top-quality meat dishes, Jiang Ye had no appetite for Shen Qinghan's bland and tasteless vegetarian dishes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shen."

Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze, his tone carrying undisguised disdain: "Who cares to touch your skinny body? Even if you stripped naked and lay in bed with me, I wouldn't bother to look at you twice."

"you!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry at Jiang Ye's extremely insulting words that she trembled all over, her face turning pale and then red.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been the center of attention wherever she goes.

Which man wouldn't drool over her?

Now, she's being mocked to her face by a good-for-nothing she's always looked down on for being skinny?!

"Jiang Ye, you bastard!"

Shen Qinghan cursed angrily, grabbed a pillow from the ground, and threw it hard at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the pillow attack.

"Alright, stop fooling around. If you don't want to sleep in the bed, then you can sleep on the floor. I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."

Jiang Ye was too lazy to waste any more words with her. He took off his coat, lay down on the bed fully clothed, pulled the blanket over himself, turned his back to Shen Qinghan, and closed his eyes.

Shen Qinghan stood there, looking at Jiang Ye's broad back, her chest heaving with anger.

She gritted her teeth, but ultimately didn't have the courage to sleep on the cold floor.

She walked to the other side of the bed, carefully lay down, and tried to keep her body as close to the edge of the bed as possible, maintaining the greatest possible distance from Jiang Ye.

The room fell silent, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

Just then, Jiang Ye's phone, which was placed next to his pillow, suddenly vibrated.

In the quiet room, the sudden vibration sounded particularly jarring.

Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and saw the words "Xia Yu" displayed on the screen.

His heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

This woman was indeed getting impatient.

Jiang Ye glanced subconsciously at Shen Qinghan lying beside him. Although Shen Qinghan's eyes were closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that she was not asleep.

Jiang Ye took his phone and walked to the balcony outside the room, then closed the glass door behind him.

The cold winter wind blowing on his face cleared Jiang Ye's head a bit.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Feed..."

"Jiang Ye! Where have you been?!"

As soon as the call connected, Xia Yu's voice, cold and icy, filled with suppressed anger, came through the receiver: "You insisted I come to Donghu Apartment, I've been waiting for ages, where are you?!"