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

In the distance, a cold and aloof man leaned back on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, the other hand flipping through the documents on his lap. His gaze was focused and serious, and his aura was powerful and stern.

His aloof and arrogant demeanor at that moment made it difficult for anyone to disturb him.

Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes, glanced at the time again, and decided to wait until he finished his work.

The woman lowered her gaze, eating while occasionally keeping an eye on Ji Linzhou's movements.

She had to admit that even if this man said or did nothing, just sitting there, he possessed a charm that made people's hearts flutter.

The thought that this man, who could drive countless women mad, had been on top of her and wantonly ravaging her for hours...

Lin Qingmian's heart skipped a few beats, and her face involuntarily turned red and hot.

"Not to your liking?"

Suddenly, a deep male voice rang out.

When Lin Qingmian came to her senses, Ji Linzhou had already stood up from the sofa, handed the documents to Bai Cheng, and strode towards the restaurant.

She paused for a moment, then quickly lowered her head guiltily: "I really like it."

The food Bai Cheng bought was not only from her favorite restaurant, but also her favorite food.

She even suspected that Bai Cheng had a crush on her.

After all, it was a private matter that only her best friend Jiang Yao knew which restaurants she liked and which dishes she preferred after Ji Xingye left.

"Then why don't you eat properly?"

The man walked to the dining table and stood opposite her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her: "Staring at me the whole time?"

Lin Qingmian felt a little guilty.

She was being very careful, but she was still discovered.

Spying on her current husband and his ex-fiancée to wonder if they were a good match seems to be a mistake on her part.

The woman lowered her head, awkwardly offering a perfunctory reply: "I just think you look...good when you're working."

Jiang Yao taught her this move.

When you don't know how to answer someone's question, try praising them; it always works.

“Pah!”

The moment Lin Qingmian uttered those words, the folder in Bai Cheng's hand fell to the ground, scattering papers everywhere.

"Feel sorry."

Bai Cheng hurriedly lowered his head and awkwardly picked up the papers.

It's no wonder he reacted so dramatically. He had been by Ji Linzhou's side for many years, and this was the first time he had ever heard anyone dare to praise this aloof and cold man as "handsome" to his face.

As he picked them up, he listened intently to Ji Linzhou's reaction, completely unaware that Ji Linzhou had also casually picked up a draft from under the coffee table.

The room was quiet except for the sound of Bai Cheng picking things up.

Nearly two minutes later, after Bai Cheng had reorganized all the documents, Ji Linzhou glanced at Lin Qingmian with a slight frown and said, "Eat your food properly."

With those four words uttered coldly, the tall, imposing man turned around and strode towards the door.

When Lin Qingmian looked up, Ji Linzhou had already picked up his suit jacket from the coat rack by the door and was getting ready to go out.

"etc!"

She quickly got up and chased after him, reaching out to grab the sleeve of his suit jacket: "Could you give me a ride? I'm going to be late for my part-time job."

"What kind of part-time job?"

Ji Linzhou stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on the slender fingers gripping his arm: "Not enough pocket money?"

After they got their marriage certificate a year ago, he made arrangements for her to receive 50,000 yuan in pocket money every month from the finance department.

"no."

Lin Qingmian paused for a moment, then quickly released her grip on his arm and shook her head: "It was to help a friend."

The man then looked away, straightening the wrinkles on his coat sleeve that she had just pulled out as he walked towards the elevator: "If you need more money, just tell Bai Cheng."

Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes, knowing that he had misunderstood, but she couldn't explain anymore.

Continuing to explain seems like it will only make things worse.

She pouted, closed her mouth, and obediently followed him into the elevator.

Bai Cheng, carrying the stack of documents, followed her into the car and skillfully pressed the down button on the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bustling restaurant in the city center.

Lin Qingmian glanced at the time; there were exactly five minutes left before the agreed-upon start time.

She breathed a sigh of relief, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out of the car.

As she closed the car door, she politely but distantly thanked the man in the back seat, saying, "Mr. Ji, thank you."

After saying that, she picked up her pearl chain bag and strode into the restaurant.

The restaurant's signboard was bright, making her figure appear exceptionally slender and graceful from behind.

Ji Linzhou stared at the woman's back, his eyes narrowing unconsciously.

Just hours before, his hands were on her slender waist, and they were doing the most intimate things between a man and a woman.

But just now, her "thank you" made it seem as if he wasn't her husband of a year, with whom she had just had a relationship, but just a kind stranger who had given her a ride.

The man frowned, a strange sense of unease rising within him.

"gentlemen."

At this moment, Bai Cheng, sitting in the front seat, pulled a document from the stack of files on the passenger side and handed it to him: "I forgot to look at a contract when I was at home, you haven't seen it yet..."

Ji Linzhou reached out and took it, his eyes darkening as he turned to look at it.

The last page in the folder is a design draft that was clearly crammed in at the last minute.

The man opened the folder, looked at the design draft inside signed "Miss Sleepless," and frowned slightly.

This "Miss Who Doesn't Sleep" is a rising star designer who entered the industry six months ago and is gaining momentum in the fashion design field.

Fang Shiyang had mentioned to him some time ago that he wanted to commission this designer to create a high-end couture sample for the next season.

He rejected me.

He didn't have much affection for this kind of inexperienced newcomer.

A fleeting moment of fame doesn't necessarily mean she has real talent.

The reason this draft is here is probably because Fang Shiyang deliberately slipped it in to get him to accept this sleepless lady.

But it must be admitted that this up-and-coming designer truly possesses remarkable abilities...

He found Fang Shiyang's contact information, first criticizing her behavior of stuffing things into his folders, then replied: "This designer is someone I can continue to work with."

Putting down his phone, the man looked up and glanced in the direction of the restaurant.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he could clearly see that slender figure bustling about in the crowd.

She was wearing a navy blue waitress uniform, a red hat, and a red apron. She wiped tables and served guests with great efficiency, as if she was already very skilled at the job.

He had met her many times before deciding to marry her.

In front of everyone, she is always gentle, well-behaved, and sensible. When she sees everyone, she always shows the same sweet and gentle smile as she does now.

But when she was with Ji Xingye, she changed her tune.

She can be temperamental, act spoiled and unreasonable, and even secretly shed tears for him.

It seems that she always wears a mask in front of outsiders, and only in front of Ji Xingye can she be her true self.

Suddenly, the image of the woman beneath him, being tormented by him until she cried flashed before his eyes.

Thinking of this, the man unconsciously curled up the corners of his lips.

She's cried for him, hasn't she?

In her eyes, was he also considered special?