She didn't want to make oil-splashed noodles because her hands needed a rest. Noodles weren't tasty, but they were convenient, and she'd made a lot of money from them, so adding some chili oil was only fair.

"Thank you." Without looking up, Sun Xingyan pulled the chili oil in front of him and scooped a small spoonful into his noodles.

"Sister Xia, can I have some more noodle soup?" San Gou changed his address from "Big Sister Xia" to "Sister Xia" with a fawning smile on his face.

"Okay, go ahead and serve yourself." Xia Baozhu hoped they wouldn't leave a single drop of soup, so she wouldn't have to pour out extra swill.

Guo Zhenzhen also filled her own bowl halfway with soup, and like San Gou, added some chili oil and drank it spicy.

"Noodles with chili are quite delicious. I usually eat garlic at home, which makes my breath smell strong. This is much better."

With a wide grin on his chubby face, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, San Gou racked his brains to flatter her.

Sun Xingyan almost spat out the chicken claw in his mouth upon hearing this.

When Xia Baozhu returned to the Leng family home that evening, she saw Chen Shanlou's jeep parked on the side of the road, but since the other party did not open the window, she pretended not to see it.

Chen Shanlou drove slowly until he watched her ride into the alley where the Leng family lived before leaving.

Xia Baozhu stopped when she opened the door after returning to the Leng family home.

On the windowsill outside the window, a piece of white paper, weighed down by a stone, was fluttering in the wind.

She picked it up and saw that it was a remittance slip from Leng Minghui, with 180 yuan on it.

He chuckled mockingly. This Leng Minghui was really something else, having one in his arms while still thinking about another.

Xia Baozhu put away the remittance slip, quite pleased with the Leng family's quick thinking; they knew to use this method to get her attention, and importantly, they didn't keep the slip.

The current way she interacts with the Leng family is to not disturb each other, even though they feel uncomfortable with each other.

Back in her room, after taking care of her skin, Xia Baozhu picked up her pen and began writing down the story in her heart once more.

Now she not only submits articles to "Story Club", but also to "Folk Tales", "Zhiyin", and "Fiction".

At the same time, she also tried to translate classical Chinese poems into English poems.

The main reason she wrote so much is that her nightlife was so lacking; she had no cell phone, no computer, no movies, no amusement parks, and no parties.

Learning to write made her dull nights more colorful and allowed her to immerse herself in stories she created.

Follow the characters she created as they travel the world and soar through the skies amidst joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

She recently received two letters from readers forwarded by her editor, which gave her even more motivation to write.

At this moment, Leng Minghui came out of the hotel with Lin Shiwan's help, followed by the four bodyguards he had hired.

Last time he went back to his hometown, he was robbed of his bag because of carelessness. After returning to Shenzhen, he learned his lesson and now takes bodyguards with him wherever he goes.

Lin Shiwan helped Leng Minghui into the seven-seater van, and then she got in as well.

The two arrived at the Guangming residential complex developed by Leng Minghui and parked their car in front of an eleven-story building.

After taking the elevator, Lin Shiwan and Leng Minghui, supporting each other, entered a standard three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with an indescribable style of decoration.

This is Leng Minghui's residence in Shenzhen. He initially planned to stay there temporarily and didn't renovate it properly. It was only after Lin Shiwan arrived that he added a lot of color to it.

Rococo-style chandeliers, large European-style sofas, Victorian American-style beds, Persian rugs...

Every time she bought something, Lin Shiwan could explain the origin of its style, which broadened the horizons of Leng Minghui, a country bumpkin with limited knowledge. He felt that Lin Shiwan was like the moon in the sky, the woman he should pursue and possess.

He's like this room, putting things he doesn't understand here and there, and when chatting with other bosses, he can always come up with unique insights to discuss.

Since having Lin Shiwan, he feels that everything he does lately has been going exceptionally smoothly.

It was only after Lin Shiwan reminded him that Leng Minghui wired the living expenses to Xia Baozhu, which made it impossible for him to hide his love for Lin Shiwan any longer.

"Shiwan, will you stay tonight?" Leng Minghui lay down on the Victorian American-style bed, holding Lin Shiwan's fair and smooth hand, not letting her leave.

"No, it's too late, I should go back." Lin Shiwan refused to stay, just like when she had brought Leng Minghui back before.

After all, Leng Minghui is still a married man, and if she stays, she will be a mistress.

She didn't want such a bad reputation.

"Let's just chat, okay? I love talking to you, it feels like we have so much to say. Xia Zhaodi and I haven't exchanged a single word right now."

Lin Shiwan's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name Xia Zhaodi.

She thought that Xia Zhaodi didn't have any children yet. If she got pregnant early, could it help Leng Minghui get a quick divorce?

She quickly dismissed the idea; she couldn't just casually go to Leng Minghui's bed.

If you want to gain Leng Minghui's respect, you can't let him have you so easily; at the very least, you have to wait until Leng Minghui gets divorced.

Thinking of this, Lin Shiwan said gently, "Minghui, this is not right for us. I must go back today."

Finally, under Leng Minghui's reluctant gaze, Lin Shiwan resolutely left.

Leng Minghui, who had been burned in his hometown, returned home only to be bombarded with more fire, which was driving him to the brink of losing his patience.

However, Leng Minghui was rational and would not give up halfway at such a critical juncture.

His idea was to keep Lin Shiwan by his side, but he didn't intend to get rid of Xia Zhaodi either; however, he didn't yet have a plan for how to implement it.

The best way is to first establish a relationship with Lin Shiwan. He can sense Lin Shiwan's feelings for him, but what stands between them is his marriage.

Whenever he had the thought of divorce, he would think of Xia Zhaodi's beautiful eyes, which seemed affectionate but were actually ruthless.

Those eyes were etched into his heart; whenever he thought of them, he couldn't bear to let them go.

Even though Lin Shiwan was far superior to Xia Zhaodi in every way, it didn't make him decide to get a divorce.