Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

Lin Qingmian paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "I'm sure."

It's just a glass of wine, not poison, why ask that?

"You'll regret it."

The man curled his lips into a smile, picked up his wine glass, and drank the dark red liquid inside in one gulp.

The way his Adam's apple bobbed when he drank was surprisingly sexy to Lin Qingmian.

My gaze shifted downwards, and a faint blush appeared on the skin below his Adam's apple.

That was three days ago in the bathtub. He had been rough with her so much that she cried and hugged his neck, biting him in a fit of anger.

She still remembers the feeling of him biting her...

Thinking about these things, the woman's face unconsciously turned red.

She quickly looked away, not daring to look at him anymore.

Just as Ji Linzhou finished his drink, Old Madam Ji started complaining that it was getting late and she needed to go back to rest.

"Linzhou".

She instructed, "You take Tingwan back."

Ji Linzhou ignored her.

The man loosened his tie, his knuckles casually brushing against the Adam's apple that Lin Qingmian had once kissed so fiercely: "Miss Lin."

He glanced at her and said, "When do you get off work? I'll give you a ride."

Upon hearing this, Su Tingwan, sitting across the round table, completely lost her smile.

As soon as Ji Linzhou entered, he sat in the seat furthest away from her. She could still convince herself that he probably just wanted to be next to his little niece, or that he wanted to find the best spot to see her.

But now, he actually took the initiative to ask the woman who was serving them when she would get off work, and offered to take her home.

What does he take her, his fiancée, for?

"Linzhou!"

After a brief silence, Madam Ji frowned and said coldly, "Why do you care what she, a waitress, does?"

"It's not like she can't get back by herself."

Ji Linzhou stood up, his voice indifferent: "I just felt it wasn't safe for her, a girl, to go back alone."

Madam Ji's face instantly darkened, turning as black as the bottom of a pot: "Why not just have your assistant take her? Why waste your own time?"

"Ting Wan has just returned to the country, and tonight is her welcome-back banquet. Instead of seeing Ting Wan off, you're sending off a waitress? What kind of talk is that?"

"We'll see..."

"Aunt."

Seeing that Ji Linzhou insisted, Su Tingwan gently interrupted her: "Perhaps Linzhou is doing this out of respect for Xingye and wants to take better care of this Miss Lin."

"It's alright, then let the hotel grant her leave so Ms. Lin can leave work early."

She stood up, walked around the table, and came over with a graceful smile: "Miss Lin, Lin Zhou is right. It is indeed not safe for a girl like you to go back alone."

As the woman spoke, she gently took Ji Linzhou's arm: "Linzhou and I will see you off together."

Lin Qingmian frowned, not understanding why Ji Linzhou would suddenly say he wanted to give her a ride.

She clearly didn't get off work for several more hours.

The woman paused for a moment, then politely declined, "No need for that. I can go home by myself when I get off work later."

"Let's go."

With those two words uttered indifferently, Ji Linzhou turned around, walked past Lin Qingmian, and left.

Watching his departing figure, Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes, not intending to pay any attention, and turned around to prepare to clean up the mess in the private room.

She didn't understand what Ji Linzhou was thinking.

Even if she and he had no feelings for each other, she was still his legal wife.

She didn't want to see him and Su Tingwan being all lovey-dovey in front of her at all.

"Miss Lin."

Su Ting leaned closer and affectionately took Lin Qingmian's arm, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Don't bother, I've had Xingqing talk to the hotel. Go change your clothes, let's go."

The scent of gardenias emanating from the woman wafted over with her movements, giving Lin Qingmian a slight headache.

The perfume Su Tingwan was using was the same one used by the person she hated the most.

Suppressing the discomfort rising in her heart, Lin Qingmian smiled distantly at Su Tingwan, still wanting to refuse, but Su Tingwan pulled her to the dressing room without saying a word.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qingmian came out of the changing room.

Seeing her in her everyday clothes, Su Tingwan was stunned for a moment, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Looking at Lin Qingmian like this, she finally understood why Ji Xingye, even after being abroad for two years, still couldn't forget this woman.

When the two left, the supervisor saw that Lin Qingmian and Su Tingwan came out together, and immediately put on a fawning smile: "Xiao Lin, you should go back and rest. We've already approved your leave."

Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes, thanked her, and could only helplessly follow Su Tingwan out the door.

Outside the restaurant, Bai Cheng's car was already parked at the entrance.

Su Tingwan released Lin Qingmian and opened the back door of the car directly.

Because Ji Linzhou had only told Bai Cheng that he was there to "pick up his wife," when the car door opened, he only saw a woman and assumed it was Lin Qingmian. So he greeted her warmly in the back seat, "Madam..."

Before the words were even finished, the passenger door was opened, and Lin Qingmian was standing outside.

Bai Cheng's words caught in his throat.

A slightly shy voice came from the back seat: "Assistant Bai, Lin Zhou and I aren't married yet..."

Bai Cheng was stunned.

What's going on?

The gentleman's current wife and former fiancée got on the bus at the same time?

Because they were so close, Lin Qingmian could clearly see the look of shock on Bai Cheng's face, a look that was almost maddening.

She forced back her smile and opened the car door, preparing to get in.

Just as I took one step, my wrist was grabbed by a pair of large hands with calloused skin.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already been pulled out of the car.

Ji Linzhou had already taken long strides and sat in the passenger seat before her.

The man slowly pulled on his seatbelt and fastened it: "Go to the back."

Whether it was a misperception or not, the moment he lowered his head, Lin Qingmian saw an unnatural redness at the corner of his eyes.

She frowned and glared at him, then turned around and opened the back door of the car with a sigh.

Su Tingwan, sitting in the back seat, didn't look too good either.

Clearly, she hadn't expected Ji Linzhou to make such a choice.

As Lin Qingmian sat in the back seat and closed the car door, a deep, slightly hoarse male voice came from the front: "Take Miss Su with you first."

"Yes."

Bai Cheng lowered his head and started the car.

The driver who picked up Su Tingwan in the morning was arranged by him, and he also knew the address of the hotel where Su Tingwan was staying.

"Let's take Miss Lin there first."

Su Tingwan looked at the man's back in the passenger seat and said softly, "I'm not in a hurry."

"I'll send it to you first."

The man in the passenger seat lowered his eyes, took out his phone, and said in a calm voice, "I'm going the same way as her."

"But it's Linzhou."

The woman in the back seat seemed unwilling to give up so easily: "Miss Lin is a guest after all, shouldn't we take her there first?"

"She is not a guest."

After uttering those three words, Ji Linzhou closed his eyes, his voice becoming even hoarseer: "You are."