The next day, Mu Xiaocheng surprisingly got up early on her own.

To be honest, she was a little nervous.

Although it's very unambitious, but...

She was so nervous that she didn't sleep well all night.

Because she got up early, she put on some light makeup and dressed up a bit, looking like a fairy.

My mood improved considerably after that.

Mu Xiaocheng suddenly realized something: indeed, a large part of girls' makeup is for self-appreciation, not to please men.

Ji Huaishen took full account of Mu Xiaocheng's abnormal behavior.

It seems this little guy is really afraid of Grandpa Meng.

Shang Qi prepared the car, placed the gifts in the trunk, and said to Ji Huaishen, "Sir, everything is ready."

Ji Huaishen was dressed very formally today, in his usual black suit, and his posture was upright.

His dark, tousled hair was styled perfectly, making him look clean and handsome.

His fair and handsome face remained expressionless, but his aloof and dignified demeanor made him impossible to ignore.

Ji Huaishen nodded and got into the driver's seat. Mu Xiaocheng cracked her knuckles and then sat in the passenger seat.

She turned to look at Ji Huaishen: "Isn't Shang Qi coming with us?" Isn't that guy your shadow?

Ji Huaishen's lips curled slightly as he started the car and said lazily, "I'm going to meet my parents. What's he going there for?"

Mu Xiaocheng pouted. When did this man become so glib and shameless?

She ignored him, leaning against the car window, watching the scenery flash by outside.

Ji Huaishen didn't say anything either. He knew she hadn't slept well last night and needed to rest quietly now.

After a long silence, Mu Xiaocheng finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Ji Huaishen, how's your investigation going with my father's matter?"

Ji Huaishen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a flicker of unreadable emotion crossing his eyes.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice low: "The investigation is still ongoing, and there are no results yet."

He gave Mo Han a month, hoping that he could find out within that month.

Even the slightest clue would be helpful.

Mu Xiaocheng didn't look at him; her face was turned towards the car window.

She sniffed, lowered her eyes, and after a long while, she slowly said, "Ji Huaishen, you won't lie to me, will you?"

Ji Huaishen stared ahead, his palms sweating more and more, his gaze resolute: "Never."

In fact, Mu Xiaocheng still isn't sure if the man beside her is someone she can trust.

At first, they were just business partners. Later, he said he liked her, but even so, she still didn't dare to open her heart to him.

I dare not easily believe.

She still carried her tortoise shell on her back, timid and hesitant.

She feared that she would end up like her mother, driven mad by a man, becoming a lunatic and living her whole life in hatred.

The thought of her mother filled Mu Xiaocheng with fear. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to look out the window to distract herself.

At this moment, Ji Huaishen suddenly stopped the car.

Before Mu Xiaocheng could react, a familiar and pleasant scent wafted towards her.

He leaned forward, placing one hand on the back of her chair and the other lifting her delicate chin.

He forced her to look at him.

However, when Ji Huaishen saw her teary eyes, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart, and he felt an unbearable pain.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head, his thin, crimson lips meeting hers, leaving no gap between them.

Just like his heart, there was no space at all, because it was completely filled with her.