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

When Lin Qingmian woke up the next morning, her legs were still sore.

It felt like I accompanied Jiang Yao on a mountain climb.

She endured the aches and pains in her body as she dressed, cursing inwardly.

In the living room, Ji Linzhou was holding a video conference.

The man, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair meticulously styled, sat lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed, listening to a report from a foreign company executive on his tablet.

The other person was speaking English, very fast, and using a lot of technical terms that Lin Qingmian couldn't understand.

After listening for a few words, a pained expression appeared on her face.

But Ji Linzhou not only understood, he would also occasionally interrupt the report and point out the other party's problems in fluent and proficient English.

Lin Qingmian didn't want to bother him, but she was just too hungry.

After listening at the door for a while, and judging that his meeting was unlikely to end anytime soon, the woman finally stepped out.

Breakfast is served on the table.

Upon seeing her come out, the man pointed out the problem with the executive on the other end of the tablet and casually reminded her of something.

Lin Qingmian was somewhat surprised: "Thank you."

What kind of monster is this man? How can he listen attentively to such a difficult English report and still notice her?

She walked around the living room, avoiding the range of his tablet camera, and went to the dining table.

Although the breakfast was light, it was a balanced meal with a mix of meat and vegetables.

While eating, she took out her phone, intending to ask about Jiang Yao's situation.

As a friend, she was afraid that her own affairs would cause Jiang Yao any trouble.

As soon as I unlocked my screen, a message popped up from an unknown number: "Mianbao, how have you been these past two years?"

Lin Qingmian's fingers unconsciously tightened around her phone.

There is only one person in this world who calls her "Mianbao".

Ji Xingye.

She actually didn't like this nickname, and she even threw a tantrum at Ji Xingye because of it, wanting him to call her "Qingmian" or "Mianmian" like everyone else.

At that moment, Ji Xingye looked at her with a smile and said, "But I want a special nickname for you, one that only I can call you."

"You can also call me Wild Treasure."

Lin Qingmian rolled her eyes at him and said, "It sounds awful."

Even though that's what she said, she never resisted the nickname again after that.

She has always treated Ji Xingye this way.

From a young age, everyone taught her that she would be Ji Xingye's wife and that she would marry Ji Xingye when she grew up.

So she learned early on to be like a wife, to understand him, tolerate him, and take care of him.

Two years after their breakup, seeing the name "Mianbao" again filled Lin Qingmian with mixed feelings.

She got this number a year ago after severing ties with the Lin family and marrying Ji Linzhou; only people who know her well know it.

She had just given Su Tingwan her contact information last night, and Ji Xingye sent her a message this morning.

It's obvious who gave him this number.

She casually blocked the number and deleted the message.

In the distance, Ji Linzhou's deep, magnetic voice continued.

She unconsciously shifted her attention to him.

It must be admitted that Ji Linzhou is indeed a very charming man.

It's not just because of his appearance, status, and wealth.

His speech, manners, and refinement alone are enough to captivate countless women.

He agreed to all the conditions that Lin Qingmian had once fantasized about in her other half.

If he weren't Ji Xingye's uncle, she probably would have fallen for him long ago.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qingmian finished her breakfast and put down her chopsticks, and Ji Linzhou's video conference also ended.

The man turned off the tablet and glanced at the woman's back as she cleared the dishes and headed towards the kitchen: "In the future, try to avoid situations like last night."

Lin Qingmian put the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen sink, then turned and walked to the kitchen doorway, looking at him: "Do you want me to avoid the Ji family, or avoid Su Tingwan?"

Ji Linzhou lowered his eyes, adjusting his cufflinks, and said in a calm voice, "What do you think?"

Lin Qingmian pursed her lips: "Okay, I got it."

That means you should avoid them all.

This wasn't difficult for her.

Since severing ties with the Lin family, she has rarely interacted with people in high society.

Last night was just an accident.

"Last night's welcome dinner was a setup they orchestrated."

"They had planned to drug me, force me to have sex with Su Tingwan, and then pressure me into marrying her."

Just as Lin Qingmian turned around to go back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, the man's deep, magnetic voice sounded behind her again: "Last night, my stepmother deliberately made you toast me."

The man stared at her retreating figure, his brows furrowing slightly: "Regardless of whether they succeed in the end, that glass of wine was given to me by you. If I pursue the matter, you will be the one who suffers."

Lin Qingmian was stunned for a moment before she understood why Old Madam Ji had been so polite to her last night when she was toasting Ji Linzhou.

She thought it was because Old Madam Ji was pretending to be a kind elder in front of Ji Linzhou.

It turns out it was all planned; they wanted to make her a scapegoat.

They are as treacherous and cunning as ever.

but……

She looked up at Ji Linzhou: "Since you already knew their plan, why did you still rush over last night?"

Ji Linzhou leaned back, meeting Lin Qingmian's gaze indifferently: "Because Su Tingwan sent me a photo, and you're in it."

His gaze was so deep, like a vortex that could suck people in.

Lin Qingmian frowned and turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze.

So, he went to the Imperial Kitchen last night knowing it was a trap, was it for her?

After her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, she realized she was overthinking things.

Perhaps he was afraid that she would say something inappropriate in front of the Ji family and Su Tingwan, revealing his and her marital status?

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to meet the man's unfathomable eyes: "Don't worry, I remember all the promises I made back then."

"I won't reveal our marital status unless you voluntarily disclose it, so as not to cause you any trouble."

This was a warning he gave her a year ago when he took her to get their marriage certificate, standing in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

She always remembered it.

Even her friends, except for Jiang Yao, all thought she was still single.

After the woman finished speaking, the air in the living room fell silent.

Ji Linzhou stared at her for a few seconds, then coldly looked away: "It would be best if you could remember this."

After saying that, the man stood up and strode towards the door.

"Ji Linzhou".

Seeing him walk to the coat rack by the door and pick up his coat, Lin Qingmian remained silent for a moment before calling out to him.

The man put on his suit jacket, his back to her, and while buttoning it, he spoke casually, "Anything else?"

"have."

She looked up and met his gaze earnestly: "When we got married, you requested that it be a secret marriage, and my condition was that you couldn't have an affair during the marriage."

Ji Linzhou stopped buttoning his shirt, and the room seemed to have cooled down a bit.

Lin Qingmian could clearly sense that he seemed somewhat unhappy.

But I still have to say it: "If you and Miss Su still have feelings for each other, let's find some time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get it done..."