"What's so busy about a lowly technician? He doesn't earn much anyway. Could it be that he's not happy with his relationship and doesn't want to come?" Xiang Yiling continued to add fuel to the fire.

“What’s it to you what our family’s business is? Are you a rat?” Xiang Jin retorted in writing.

"you--"

Xiang Yiling was speechless and immediately became furious: "How dare you, an adopted daughter, lecture me? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"It's quite lively here." Xiang Yiling was about to rush over when a deep voice came from outside. Feng Jianian walked over gracefully, carrying two bags of fruit.

He put on makeup and dressed up as Feng Jianian.

"Miss Xiang, whose mouth are you planning to tear apart?" His cold gaze swept over them.

Xiang Yiling awkwardly withdrew her hand, forcing a smile: "No, I was just joking with my sister, just joking."

Feng Jianian sat down next to Xiang Jin, nodded to Xiang Deming and Li Shuhui. Li Shuhui glared at him coldly, while Xiang Deming's face turned even uglier.

If he hadn't threatened the Xiang family back then, they wouldn't be in this situation, and they wouldn't have bothered to give him a friendly look! If it weren't for Xiang Qi, they wouldn't want to see him at all.

"Jianian, are you satisfied with my daughter?" Li Shuhui asked tentatively during the meal.

“Of course, Aqi treats me very well.” He picked up a shrimp for Xiangjin.

"So, do you like her?"

“She is Jianian’s wife, and of course Jianian respects and loves her.”

Xiang Jin remained silent; he did not directly answer Li Shuhui's question, but Xiang Jin already knew what his answer was.

"Then you must always treat her well. According to your status, you are not worthy of our Xiang family. It is your blessing to marry her, do you understand?" Xiang Deguang said.

Feng Jianian smiled and greeted him.

"How much is your salary now?" Xiang Deming asked.

"There is no salary, only a small subsidy."

"Subsidies..." Everyone showed disdain. They really were poor bastards!

"How about this, you go work as a security guard at the Xiang family's company, and I'll pay you your salary," Xiang Deming said with a stern face.

"Security guards?" The Xiang family's watchdogs? They certainly think highly of me.

"That depends on whether you have the ability. With your dark complexion, don't ruin the image of our Xiang family enterprise," Xiang Yiling thought to herself.

Feng Jianian's gaze began to turn cold.

An inexplicably oppressive atmosphere began to spread.

Xiang Jin realized something was wrong and slammed the bowl in her hand to the ground.

"You shameless bastard... Seeing how clumsy you are, you haven't changed at all even after getting married." Li Shuhui glanced at Feng Jianian and quickly changed the words of abuse that were about to come out of her mouth.

"Jianian, you need to teach her a lesson." Li Shuhui gave a dry laugh.

"It's just a bowl. If it breaks, we can just buy another one." He said calmly.

"Buy? Do you know how expensive this bowl is? It costs two thousand yuan! That makes sense. Someone like you probably has never used one before, how could you possibly know?" Xiang Yiling chimed in.

"It's just a bowl, why elevate it to the level of a person's character! Even if he can't afford it now, he won't be able to afford it in the future," Xiang Jin wrote.

"Heh, you're quite protective of him," Xiang Yiling sneered. "Looking at it this way, you two are a perfect match."

Xiang Jin: "That's none of your business."

"You..." Xiang Yiling was unable to refute for a moment, her face turning red with frustration.

It's better to skip this half-cooked rice. Xiang Jin pulled Feng Jianian and headed outside.

On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was extremely dull.

Xiang Jin wanted to say something to ease the tension, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to speak.

Today, he must have been trying very hard to hold back his outburst. Those words were just too sharp. It's really not easy for someone as proud as him to tolerate them.

But in the end, she couldn't resist and chose to take him away.

When they got home, she followed him into the study.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this today. They're always like this, just ignore them." With his back to her, Xiang Jin had no choice but to muster her courage and tug at his sleeve, handing him the note.

“I want compensation.” He looked down at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

compensate?

Xiang Jin was somewhat puzzled.

“Miss Xiang, otherwise what do you think I would do at the Xiang family? I don’t have the habit of doing business at a loss.” He sneered.

Xiang Jin pursed her lips: "What kind of compensation do you want?"

"Besides this body, what else do you have?" He scoffed lightly, his eyes sweeping over her, his gaze growing even deeper.

Xiang Jin was startled and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Why...?"

"Miss Xiang, what do you think I've been playing with you for so long for? Do I like you? To tell you the truth, apart from your body, I really have no interest in you whatsoever." His eyes were deep as he quietly observed her reaction.

Xiang Jin just stood there, stubbornly pursing her lips, her face a little pale.

So, was he using her body as a bargaining chip because she looked like Xiang Qi, or was he... just playing with her?

"Get out if you don't want to!" He was completely enraged by her attitude. He grabbed her wrist forcefully and threw her out of the study.

Xiang Jin held his wrist, which had been pinched red, and gradually lowered his hand from the door, then went back to his room.

She couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

I checked the alarm clock and it was already 3 a.m.

There was a rustling sound outside. Xiang Jin got dressed and opened the door, and saw Butler Feng and the others helping the drunk Murong Xiao into the inner room.

He went out drinking, how did he get so drunk?

It was raining outside, and he was soaked. His face was an unnatural red, and his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he had encountered something extremely unpleasant.

"Madam, then please take good care of the young master. We're going to bed now." Butler Feng gave everyone a look, and before Xiang Jin could answer, he had already abandoned Murong Xiao and slipped away.

Xiang Jin sighed, feeling somewhat at a loss.

At least... help her change her clothes...

How do I do this?

Xiang Jin first took off his shirt, then took a bath towel and draped it over him. As for the pants... Xiang Jin struggled with the thought for a long time, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.

Never mind, I'll blow-dry my hair first.

She turned his head slightly to the side, adjusted the hairdryer to his favorite temperature, and began to blow on him slowly. The person on the bed seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

“Aqi…” His eyes were deep, containing something Xiangjin did not understand.

Xiang Jin was unconsciously drawn to his gaze, somewhat taken aback. Was the A Qi he called out the A Qi that Xiang Jin was playing, or the real Xiang Qi?

He moved slightly and reached out his hand to her, and Xiang Jin subconsciously dodged back a little.

"Sweetie, blow-dry your hair." She pointed to her hair, then to the hairdryer.

He indeed stopped moving and obediently let her play.

It had been a long time since she had blown his hair like that. Only after she did he realize how long he had missed it, and that he was even a little addicted to it.

If she never wakes up from this drunken stupor... will she just stay like this forever...?