The night was enchanting, and the bright moonlight shone evenly upon the world.

The slightly steaming water rippled with waves, and the sound of the water hitting the edge of the hot spring was occasionally mixed with some soft or muffled gasps.

After a long while, the water gradually returned to calm, and two soft laughs from the edge of the hot spring came from the water.

Jiang Xiaoli looked up and slapped him as if she were tickling him, saying in a spoiled manner, "Don't laugh!"

Zong Jia held her up with both hands to prevent her from slipping, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh."

She gave him a disapproving look and continued to command, "And you're not allowed to turn up your lips!"

Zong Jiayu obediently pursed her lips. "Is this alright?"

She pouted and nodded reluctantly, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I'm dizzy from soaking for too long."

Zong Jiayu picked her up from the hot spring and saw her shiver. He immediately draped a bathrobe hanging on the rack next to her over her shoulders.

The young couple snuggled together on the sofa for a long time.

Just as the hands of the clock on the wall were about to overlap, Jiang Xiaoli pushed Zong Jiayu away, "I'm going upstairs to get ready. You can only come up when I call you!"

Zong Jia smiled and nodded in agreement.

Two or three minutes later, a head popped up at the top of the stairs, "Ayu, come quick!"

Zong Jia obediently went upstairs, and Jiang Xiaoli took his hand and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The room was pitch black, except for the flickering candlelight on the cake on the cart not far away.

"It's 12 o'clock! Ah Yu, come and make a wish!"

Zong Jia did not let go of her hand when she clasped her hands together to make a wish.

The candle was blown out, and Jiang Xiaoli fumbled for the switch, turning on the lights in the room.

Zong Jiayu could only see the room's layout clearly now.

A huge number of balloon decorations were scattered all over the ground.

The words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY 22" are written on the wall above the bed.

Jiang Xiaoli put her arms around his neck and stood facing him. "Ayu, happy birthday. You're another year older."

Zong Jia smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "Thank you, Little Pear. I'm happy every day with you."

The two popped several balloons before they reached the bedside.

Zong Jiayu's joy was undisguised, and passionate kisses were scattered across her brows, cheeks, and lips...

Jiang Xiaoli struggled to push him away, "My back just hit the edge of the hot spring, it hurts..."

Zong Jiayu unbuttoned her bathrobe to check her over. He gently massaged her waist, but after a while, his movements became somewhat "unprofessional".

Jiang Xiaoli heard his seductive voice in her ear, "I'll be gentler."

...

Last night's two "feasts" made Jiang Xiaoli feel as if her whole body had been repeatedly run over by a tank.

She groggily opened her eyes; it was already bright daylight. The person next to her was sitting against the headboard, looking at a computer screen, busy with something.

"What are you busy with?"

Hearing her own voice, Jiang Xiaoli opened her eyes wide and touched her throat. "Why does my voice sound like this?"

Zong Jia picked up a glass of water from the bedside table next to her and said, "Get up and have some honey water."

She struggled to move and lean against the pillow, taking two sips of honey water, feeling her throat slightly soothed.

"Hello, hello, hello?" She spoke again, and her voice was indeed a little better.

She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she hadn't been poisoned and rendered mute by someone last night.

Just as she was about to complain, she heard Zong Jiayu say, "Song Guoqiang called this morning. Li Daoqi wants to sell the evidence he has for 1 million."

Jiang Xiaoli perked up, "Buy it! We absolutely can't let it fall into the hands of Wang Mao and Zhang Zhongze!"

Zong Jiayu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already asked Song Guoqiang to communicate with him."

Jiang Xiaoli rolled her eyes and asked, "Does Li Daoqi think his father is hopeless and wants to make a quick buck for himself?"

"That's probably true." Zong Jia nodded. "He's lost almost all his savings in order to get a letter of forgiveness from the victim to reduce his sentence."

Jiang Xiaoli curled her lip in disdain, "This money should be seized! He made so much money under someone else's name, he shouldn't have been given it!"

Zong Jia agreed with her statement, "This is now a new case."

She smiled broadly, "No wonder Li Daoqi wanted to sell the evidence he had. A million is fine, but we'll see if what he has is worth that price!"

"Yes, I had Da Yuan and Song Guoqiang go to talk together, don't worry."

Jiang Xiaoli nodded, but after a short while, she propped herself up and sat up again.

"Go get me some clothes. I need to go back to the city. I'm still worried about you."

Zong Jia shook his head and chuckled, "Alright then."

On the way back, Zong Jia was worried about her not feeling well and wanted to drive, but someone eager to get home snatched the car keys from her, saying, "You drive too slowly!"

This was the first time Zong Jia had experienced her express train, and they arrived at the coffee shop where Zhong Yuan and the others had agreed to meet, saving at least a third of the time.

Zong Jia touched the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He grabbed Jiang Xiaoli, who was about to enter the coffee shop, and said, "Xiaoli, this is the last time. Don't drive like this again! It's too dangerous!"

Jiang Xiaoli nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I understand."

Seeing that she wasn't listening, Zong Jia sighed and kept the matter in mind, intending to talk to her about it properly later.

The two arrived at the private room in the coffee shop and knocked on the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

A tense male voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Jiang Xiaoli spoke up, "Brother Yuan, Brother Song, it's me and Ayu."

Zhong Yuan quickly opened the door to the private room and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Zong Jia shrugged. "We can't stop her."

Jiang Xiaoli casually pulled up a chair and sat down, facing Li Daoqi directly.

Seeing two more people in the room, Li Daoqi became a little nervous. "President Zhong, what do you mean by this?"

Zhong Yuan chuckled, "These two are the ones who can really make decisions. Mr. Li, let's just take the item out and have a look. If it's worth the money, these two can pay you on the spot."

Jiang Xiaoli and Zong Jia went to the Xiaotangshan villa to relax, and the clothes they brought were very casual and made them look very young.

Li Daoqi looked at the two of them with some suspicion, but he was in a difficult situation and had no better choice.

He looked at the two of them and asked, "Are you really sure you can make the decision to pay?"

Zong Jia nodded slightly, "As long as your stuff is worth the price, we won't renege on our debt."

Li Daoqi took a deep breath, then pulled a stack of photos out of his bag. "Take a look, these were all taken by my dad without my knowledge."

After only a glance, Zong Jiayu snatched the photo from Jiang Xiaoli's hand.

He placed the photos face down on the table. "Mr. Li, if you want to sell these pornographic photos for a million, I don't think either of us can afford that."

Li Daoqi quickly said, "Those two old bastards are no cleaner than my dad! Really! You can tell from the photos!"

Zong Jia shook his head, grabbed Jiang Xiaoli, and tried to get up and leave.