"It's so late, why don't you go back to sleep?"

Chen Qingxuan said to Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian looked at her and said, "Where are you going to sleep? You had a fight with your husband and you still have to go back to sleep. Isn't that a bit too much of a blow to your dignity?"

Chen Qingxuan was not surprised that she directly instigated the two to quarrel.

Why would someone rush out of their room in the middle of the night and stage a runaway? Is there something else going on besides arguing?

"I'm not going back. I'll sleep here on the sofa."

Chen Qingxuan said to Jiang Tian with a smile.

Jiang Tian thought for a moment and said, "It's not safe to sleep on the sofa. The camera is always on. If you fall asleep with your privacy exposed, who will cover you up? You have to think about yourself."

She always brings up the most practical issues.

Chen Qingxuan's expression showed some difficulty: "It's okay, I'll cover myself with an extra blanket."

“Covering yourself with a blanket won’t help. It’s not easy for you to find a place to stay. You should kick your husband out. You’re too nice.”

Chen Qingxuan wanted to say that she didn't have to sleep.

The guesthouse had already been fully booked, and she couldn't possibly bother anyone else. Rather than going back and facing her husband, she preferred not to go back, even if it meant sitting here and waiting for someone else to wake up.

Jiang Tian thought for a moment and then said to her, "Wait a moment."

When she entered the room, Zhong Yi'an was playing video games.

He's always been someone who enjoys playing video games.

These past few days, he's been watching Jiang Tian play games, and he has to pretend to be a gentleman. Actually, he's been wanting to play a few rounds himself for a long time. Now that Jiang Tian has finally gone out to watch TV, he has some time, so why not play a few more rounds?

He was startled when he saw Jiang Tian return.

"Is there something you need?"

Jiang Tian said calmly, "I want to discuss something with you."

Zhong Yi'an was surprised that she used the word "discuss," and immediately adopted a listening posture.

"Go ahead and tell me."

Jiang Tian said to him, "Chen Qingxuan had a fight with her husband, and he's ignoring her. She has nowhere to sleep and was planning to sleep on the sofa, but the camera is right under her nose. How can she sleep well? I have a solution. Do you want to hear it?"

Zhong Yi'an didn't understand why Jiang Tian wanted to get involved in that family's affairs at first, but he still said, "Go ahead and tell me."

“You’re a grown man, and Cheng Yize is a grown man too. How about the two of you squeeze in tonight? Chen Qingxuan and I will stay in this room. What do you think?”

Zhong Yi'an's first reaction was naturally to object.

He uses his free time to help others.

But facing Jiang Tian's gaze, it took him a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Jiang Tian smiled at him: "That's a good boy."

Zhong Yi'an looked at her with a complicated expression; he truly had no idea how Jiang Tian had become like this.

While packing his things, he casually asked, "Did you live abroad when you were a child?"

"yes."

"I remember you were quite pampered in your family."

As Jiang Tian changed the bed sheets, she said, "You're just joking. Being favored depends on how many people share it. You can see how many children we have. When I was little, I didn't compete for favor, and being a girl, I was sent away to live for a few years. Was there anything particularly special about that?"

"……No."

Zhong Yi'an remembered that Jiang Tian had always been quite pampered at home. Only now did he realize that her childhood was not as good as he had imagined.

“You agreed to that family’s request tonight, so they’ll definitely hold you hostage. You need to be prepared,” Zhong Yi’an continued, bringing up another matter.

"It doesn't matter. They wouldn't dare lay a finger on me, so why should I be afraid of them? Since I've decided to do it, I won't regret it."

Seeing how carefree she was, Zhong Yi'an said to her, "If you need any help, remember to contact me and I'll help you."

"All I need now is for you to change my room. Thank you, Mr. Zhong. I can tell you're a good person. I'm sure you'll have a bright future."

Zhong Yi'an smiled helplessly and didn't say anything more.

They were divorced a long time ago, and Jiang Tian is free; he really can't control her.

Thinking back to the always impeccable Mrs. Zhong, and seeing her lively self now, Zhong Yi'an felt that Jiang Tian's acting skills were better than his own, and that he had even misjudged her.

So even now, he doesn't know whether Jiang Tian is really like this now, or whether she is still acting.

After all, he really couldn't see through her.

Even though the two had been married and had a very close relationship, he still couldn't see through them.

The inability to see through her breeds curiosity, and his curiosity about her has been gradually intensifying these days.

Zhong Yi'an walked out the door with her things, followed closely by Jiang Tian.

In the living room, Chen Qingxuan had been waiting there. When she saw Zhong Yi'an, she suddenly understood what Jiang Tian was going to do.

Jiang Tian's actions of kicking her husband out in order to have a place to live made Chen Qingxuan blush.

She was so ashamed; she didn't want to trouble others or affect their lives.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you two. I can stay here for a while, just rest on the sofa. I'm fine with that."

"I already said it's not safe. Besides, we're on the verge of divorce. What harm could it do if we don't stay together at night? Stop worrying about it and come make the bed with me."

Jiang Tian boldly pulled Chen Qingxuan into her and Zhong Yi'an's room.

Looking at Jiang Tian's profile, Chen Qingxuan felt a warm current flow through her heart.

On the other hand, Zhong Yi'an wasn't having such an easy time.

He wasn't familiar with Cheng Yize at all, but his ex-wife forced him to live with her, so he had to cultivate a thick skin.

After mentally preparing himself for a while, Zhong Yi'an mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

A short while later, the door opened.

I knew it—

The smugness in Cheng Yize's eyes vanished the moment he saw Zhong Yi'an.

He looked at Zhong Yi'an, somewhat puzzled: "What are you doing here?"

Zhong Yi'an pointed to the camera in the living room: "Can I go inside to talk? It's not convenient here."

Cheng Yize remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Zhong Yi'an didn't mince words; he quickly explained the problem clearly.

Cheng Yize's expression was unexpectedly grim.

"I'm sorry to trouble you two. I'll call my wife back right now. We just had a fight, but I didn't expect her to cause trouble for both of our families."

Zhong Yi'an stopped him: "If you go out now and get recorded by the camera in the living room, that will be a real problem. Your wife hasn't said anything bad about you on camera, nor has she mentioned anything about your argument. Don't add fuel to the fire. Let this matter pass quietly."

Cheng Yize was not entirely stupid; he knew that Zhong Yi'an was being sincere in saying those things to him.

"I'm sorry, but that really troubles you. My wife is unreliable, and your wife really needs to be disciplined. I can see it today: you've made a terrible mistake marrying this woman. She's having such a huge impact on your life. It would be best for you to get a divorce."

Cheng Yize sincerely advised Zhong Yi'an.