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

After a full day of classes, Lin Qingmian declined her classmate Yao Yingyu's invitation to go shopping and headed straight to the fresh food market after packing her things.

During her lunch break, she asked Bai Chengji Linzhou about his dietary preferences.

Bai Cheng said that Ji Linzhou had a very weak appetite and had never shown any particular preference or dietary restrictions.

She didn't get an answer from Baicheng, so she went to ask the AI ​​software what kind of home-cooked dishes Ji Linzhou, a high-ranking, aloof, and celibate person, would be more likely to like.

The AI ​​was very thoughtful and provided her with a recipe.

She took the recipe and began shopping around the fresh food market like a spinning top.

Back home, she immediately began preparing the ingredients.

After several busy hours, they finally served up a four-dish-and-one-soup meal that matched Ji Linzhou's aloof CEO persona.

After dinner last night, she glanced at the time and it was already 7 p.m.

She opened her chat with Ji Linzhou, wanting to ask him when he would be back.

Their last conversation was four months ago—

Your father has invited me to his birthday party with you.

Ignore him.

She stared at their long chat history for a long time before finally giving up on the idea of ​​sending him a message.

Since he said he would come back, he should arrive when the time comes.

Perhaps he's busy and will be back later.

But she waited until 10 p.m.

Left with no other option, she had to call Bai Cheng.

"Mrs?"

Bai Cheng seemed somewhat surprised that she was calling so late. After hearing her purpose, he slapped his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, sir asked me to contact you a long time ago, but I forgot."

"He said he won't be going back tonight, so please put aside the dinner invitation for now and I'll contact you later."

"The company in Europe suddenly encountered an emergency, and they've been holding a confidential meeting since 5 p.m., and it's still not over."

Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes, her heart feeling as if it had been doused with cold water: "Okay."

Bai Cheng apologized several more times on the other end of the phone, but she felt inexplicably suffocated and didn't listen carefully. She just gave a few perfunctory replies and hung up.

She put away her phone, walked to the dining table, looked at the meal she had carefully prepared, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

She and Ji Linzhou weren't in a normal marital relationship; they only had sex once, and he helped her last night.

I don't know what she was expecting, but she actually cooked a big meal like a normal wife, hoping he would come back.

With a sigh, she found a thermal container, packed all the food inside, and hired a local deliveryman to send it all to Jiang Yao as a late-night snack.

After completing all this, I received an email from Fang Shiyang, the design director of the haute couture brand "Dawn and Dusk": [Hello, Miss Sleepless, our CEO has reviewed your work and is interested in collaborating. Please prepare a design draft for our first collaboration review and pricing.]

The unpleasant feeling in Lin Qingmian's heart was instantly dispelled by this good news.

Fang Shiyang had contacted her long ago. When she was bursting with inspiration, she even stayed up all night to draw the draft.

The draft was under the coffee table.

She put down her phone and went to the living room excitedly.

After searching around for a long time, all that was found around the coffee table was a tube of ointment that Ji Linzhou had prepared for her.

Could it be that I was too excited when I was making love with Ji Linzhou that day, and the draft drifted into the gap between the sofa and the sofa?

The woman took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and began moving the sofa.

At 11:30 p.m., Ji Linzhou finally ended this sudden meeting that lasted for more than six hours.

The man leaned back in his office chair, listening to Bai Cheng's report while wearily rubbing his aching temples.

After Bai Cheng finished discussing business, he casually asked, "Have you contacted your wife?"

Bai Cheng felt a little guilty: "I contacted her, and she said she knows."

"Anything else?"

Bai Cheng paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No more."

The man closed his eyes, a faint, slightly self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "Okay."

Perhaps she has long forgotten the casual remark she made that morning.

……

Lin Qingmian searched high and low for hours, but still couldn't find the draft she had stayed up all night to draw.

Helpless, she had no choice but to hurry up and redraw it.

Two days later, she finally received a letter of intent to collaborate with the Dawn & Dusk haute couture brand.

This was fantastic news. She specially bought milk tea and went to Xinghan Hotel, where Jiang Yao worked, to share her joy.

When she arrived, there was only half an hour left before Jiang Yao was supposed to start work.

The two sat on the steps behind the hotel, enjoying the night breeze.

Congratulations!

Jiang Yao smiled and took a sip of her milk tea: "I hope you become a great designer soon."

"Um!"

Lin Qingmian chewed on her pearls and solemnly promised, "Once I become a designer who has a voice at fashion shows, I'll definitely make you my model!"

When Lin Qingmian met Jiang Yao, she was at the lowest point in her life.

At that time, Ji Xingye didn't want her anymore, and her family went bankrupt. Everyone said it was because she did something wrong, offended Ji Xingye and the Ji family behind him, which implicated the Lin family.

The insults and accusations, along with the ridicule from her peers, plunged Lin Qingmian into deep depression, leading her to attempt suicide several times.

Later, in a state of mental confusion, she was tricked by her family into signing an agreement for a loan with usurious interest rates.

In desperation, she had no choice but to abandon all her former pride and do the dirtiest, most tiring, and most undignified low-level jobs.

Jiang Yao appeared around that time.

She was a struggling model. Because her family was poor and her mother was in poor health, Jiang Yao had to work three or four jobs every day in addition to her modeling work.

She took Lin Qingmian to work and taught her how to save money by eating only noodles and pickled vegetables, making her understand that even weeds have the right to grow.

Therefore, if she becomes successful in the future, the first person she will support will definitely be Jiang Yao.

"Oh, right."

Jiang Yao turned to look at Lin Qingmian: "Your husband didn't go home that night, and what happened after that?"

"Did they look for you?"

Lin Qingmian lowered her eyes and shook her head: "No."

In the past few days, she opened her chat window with Ji Linzhou several times and also found Bai Cheng's number several times.

But I never had the courage to send a message or make a phone call.

They didn't send her any news either.

Those two days of contact with Ji Linzhou felt like a dream.

When the dream ended, everything went back to normal.

She and Ji Linzhou lived their own parallel lives, with no intersection between them.

"Rich men are all scumbags; they turn their backs on you once they've taken their money back."

Seeing that she was a little down, Jiang Yao patted her shoulder to comfort her: "Don't take it too seriously. Just think of it as hiring a male prostitute that day."

"The president of the Ji Group personally provides you with sexual services, so you're definitely getting a good deal."