After the kiss, the two gradually calmed down.

There was still a trace of crystal clear liquid on Jiang Jingchu's lips. He held Qin Huan's uninjured hand and whispered softly,

"Still leaving?"

Qin Huan, "Let's go, but we have to wait until tomorrow, after you finish your business. Now, I want to take a shower."

I had sweated a lot before, and it was wet and sticky to my body, which was not comfortable at all.

Jiang Jingchu's heart seemed to be crushed by someone, and he laughed out loud in pain.

"Can you teach me how you can be so ruthless every time?"

Qin Huan took a few steps and then her back froze. She smiled and didn't even turn her head back.

"The relationship between us ended five years ago."

After Qin Huan finished speaking, she went straight into the bathroom without waiting for Jiang Jingchu to answer.

In front of the sink, Qin Huan propped herself up with her arms, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of the brilliance of lust.

Things were getting a little out of control, and she couldn't figure out what kind of purpose Jiang Jingchu had towards her.

Revenge? Or perhaps resignation?

Maybe both.

But Qin Huan had to be clear-headed. Whether from a moral perspective or the fundamental reason for their breakup, it was not appropriate for them to continue to be entangled like this.

When I returned to my room after taking a shower, Jiang Jingchu had already returned to his room.

Qin Huan thought this was a good idea as it could save her from a lot of unnecessary trouble.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day, Qin Huan slept until after ten o'clock before getting up.

A new set of clothes was placed next to the bed.

Qin Huan didn't hesitate and put it on directly.

When I came out, I saw Jiang Jingchu leaning casually on the sofa with a financial newspaper in his hand.

When he saw her, he looked her up and down.

"Yes, the size is right."

The tone of his voice was natural, as if everything that happened last night was just Qin Huan's illusion.

"We're set to eat at 12 noon."

Jiang Jingchu glanced at his watch.

"There's still more than an hour left. Do you want to eat something first?"

Qin Huan nodded.

"Just a glass of milk."

Jiang Jingchu called room service, and soon, three or four waiters came in and filled the dining table.

There is not only hot milk, but also a variety of Western and Chinese meals, with a wide variety and everything you need.

Qin Huan had long been accustomed to Jiang Jingchu's young master's style, so she didn't say much and only asked a symbolic question.

"Have you eaten? Do you want to join us?"

As a result, Jiang Jingchu actually sat down, picked up a piece of bread, and spread jam on it gracefully.

He has excellent table manners when eating, which emanates good manners from the inside out.

Qin Huan picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, her mouth full of oil.

This was the smallest of all the differences between them.

Qin Huan saw it clearly when Jiang Jingchu first started pursuing her.

It's a pity that she was still too immature at that time and had a very weak understanding of the supreme concept of money and power.

She thought that as long as she worked hard enough, these gaps would be gradually narrowed sooner or later until they were infinitely close to zero.

But in the end, she was defeated miserably.

The place where we had dinner with Cheng Shuyun and her husband was booked on the top floor of the hotel.

From here you can overlook the entire Yangmingshan scenery.

Different from the charming and romantic night view last night, when I looked at the view during the day, I only felt that the sky was high and the land was vast, the grass was green and the sky was blue, and even the air was filled with a breath of freedom.

Qin Huan and Jiang Jingchu sat next to each other, but she was chatting with Cheng Shuyun across from her about topics that women were interested in.

After the two chatted, they found that they shared the same interests and some of their views and perspectives were almost completely identical. It felt like they had met too late.

After hearing that Qin Huan was an interior designer, Cheng Shuyun even said she wanted to introduce clients to her.

Seeing Cheng Shuyun happy, Liu Qi also smiled.

"You keep complaining about being bored. When you have nothing to do in the future, ask Miss Qin out for some shopping and tea."

Cheng Shuyun nodded and said yes, then looked at Jiang Jingchu.

"Mr. Jiang, you won't mind me taking up Xiaohuan's time, right?"

Jiang Jingchu curled the corners of his mouth slightly and pushed a whole bowl of peeled shrimp meat in front of Qin Huan.

"Of course not. She just returned to China and her social circle is small. I'd like to trouble Mrs. Liu to take care of her more."

Take it, take it where you want.

Everyone except Qin Huan understood the deep meaning of this.

Although Cheng Shuyun doesn't have a wide circle of friends, the circle around her is basically made up of the well-known wealthy ladies in North City.

Jiang Jingchu asked Cheng Shuyun to take Qin Huan with him, which indirectly meant that Qin Huan was the person he wanted to marry.

Cheng Shuyun and Liu Qi looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.

What about the one from the Ji family?

No matter how much the prince of the Jiang family spends his money, he can't marry two women at the same time!

Qin Huan didn't think so much at this time. In his opinion, Jiang Jingchu's answer was just to play the role of a qualified boyfriend in front of Liu Qi and his wife.

Her attention was entirely focused on the bowl of shrimp in front of her.

I secretly glanced at Jiang Jingchu's hands. The joints were distinct, and the fingers were white and slender, without a trace of oil stain.

She was a little curious about how he managed to peel a whole bowl of shrimps and still have such clean fingers.

Qin Huan has always loved eating shrimp, but hates peeling them.

When I was with Jiang Jingchu, every time I ordered this dish, Jiang Jingchu would ask the waiter to take out the shrimp meat.

She had never seen him peel shrimp, and she had no idea when he had mastered this skill.

Of course, Qin Huan didn't know that in the five years since she left, Jiang Jingchu never ordered shrimp in front of outsiders again.

This dish seems to have become a taboo for him.

But only he himself knew that sometimes when he missed her too much, he would order a few dishes at home, sit alone at the dining table, slowly peel all the shrimps, and imagine Qin Huan sitting opposite him, eating one bite at a time with a satisfied expression on her face.

After doing it many times, his skill in peeling shrimps got better and better, but unfortunately, the person who ate the shrimps never came back.

On the way back, Jiang Jingchu and Qin Huan returned to their previous state of being half-familiar with each other.

The two of them sat on opposite sides, not talking to each other.

Gao Fei secretly glanced at the faces of the two people behind him and thought, are they arguing again? Weren't they fine at lunch?

Just at this moment, the cell phone rang.

Gao Fei glanced at the caller ID on the screen, looking embarrassed.

Jiang Jingchu heard the phone ringing for a long time, and Gao Fei didn't answer it, feeling annoyed by the noise.

"Tsk" sounded,

"What's wrong? Did your creditor call you?"

Gao Fei wanted to say, "It's your creditor," but he didn't dare, so he could only hand over the phone silently.

"It was Miss Ji. She called me three times yesterday."

Jiang Jingchu caught a glimpse of a momentary discomfort that flashed across Qin Huan's face.

The next second, he turned his head and faced the window.

Jiang Jingchu found it interesting and didn't want to answer the call at first, but suddenly an idea struck him and he pressed the answer button.

"Jingchu?"

The phone was not on speakerphone, but I could still hear the other person's voice clearly in the quiet car.

Jiang Jingchu said "hmm" indifferently.

Ji Jingya called Jiang Jingchu several times yesterday, but Gao Fei always said he had something to do. She didn't even hear Jiang Jingchu's voice.

I tried calling again today, and luckily Jiang Jingchu finally answered.

She smiled.

"Auntie went back to North City and asked us to go out for dinner tonight. She asked me to ask if you are free."

The "aunt" Ji Jingya mentioned refers to Jiang Jingchu's mother, Ms. Yuan Mei.

Since divorcing Jiang's father, he has been living in another place for a long time. Recently, when he comes back occasionally, he either urges Jiang Jingchu and Ji Jingya to meet, or keeps urging them to get married.

Jiang Jingchu was extremely annoyed, but since his own mother came back once in such a long time, he couldn't refuse.

He glanced at Qin Huan and whispered,

"Sure, where are you going? Send me the address. I also happen to have something to tell you."

Ji Jingya didn't expect Jiang Jingchu to agree so readily, and she couldn't help feeling happy.

"By the way, I heard there was a meteor shower in North City last night. Did you know?"

Jiang Jingchu didn't want to talk anymore, but in order to stimulate someone, he still endured his impatience.

"I know. I happened to see it yesterday when I was in Yangmingshan."

"ha?"

Ji Jingya was surprised for a second, and her tone was coquettish and angry.

"Why didn't you tell me? I really want to see it."

Jiang Jingchu was absent-minded.

"I told you you wouldn't be able to make it in time. It only rained for a short while."

Ji Jingya said "Oh" with a regretful tone.

"Did you take any pictures?"

Jiang Jingchu, "No."

In fact, what he photographed was not a meteor shower, but the side profile of someone looking up to make a wish.

Qin Huan had never felt that time was so unbearable.

Listening to Jiang Jingchu and Ji Jingya chatting happily next to me, and seeming reluctant to hang up the phone, I felt a sense of irritation for no reason.

After glancing at the nearby landmarks, she gently nudged Gao Fei in the passenger seat, signaling him to tell the driver to pull over.

Jiang Jingchu noticed her movements, and while talking to Ji Jingya, he grabbed Qin Huan's wrist and held it tightly.

After the two of them finished their last sentence and hung up, Jiang Jingchu tilted his head and asked,

"Why is it here?"