Chapter 12 will soon feature a big-eared, squealing donkey.

Ji Qing's cheerful voice came through the phone: "Missing home?"

Ji Tanyuan laughed, "What's wrong? Did you miss me?"

Ji Qing: "Yes, Dad misses you. Come back if you want."

Ji Tanyuan exclaimed, "How cheesy! Mr. Ji Qing, but I'm going to a banquet with Zhong Yan tomorrow. We'll go back in a couple of days."

us……

After a moment's thought, Mr. Ji asked, "I just received a call from Yu Jiang. Did you two have a falling out at the dinner party?"

“I didn’t speak on his side, and I won’t. Did he say something to you about me?” Ji Tanyuan said casually.

“When the Ji family’s cash flow ran into trouble, not a single person in the Chamber of Commerce stepped forward to help. I understand, after all, businessmen are profit-driven. It’s not wrong that you’re not standing in front of them now, because we are also profit-driven,” Ji Qing comforted him.

"Dad, everyone says that marriages based on mutual benefit are unbreakable, but they overlook one thing: mutual benefit, like feelings, is a variable. So, don't trust the Zhong family too much."

"What...did you notice?" Ji Qing asked.

Ji Tanyuan closed her eyes. "No, I just feel that the future is uncertain."

As for how much benefit Zhong Yan can gain from this marriage, that depends on his conscience and her abilities.

Ji Qing hung up the phone, stubbed out his cigarette, glanced at the documents on the table, noticing the gray hairs at his temples and his haggard appearance. He took some painkillers and then continued working.

The middle-aged man coughed twice, seemingly unable to hold on any longer. He raised his hand to support his head. How could his daughter, who had married into a prestigious family in the north, possibly get used to everything? He knew his daughter would only share good news and not bad, but he was helpless to do anything about it.

If I hadn't married him back then, the outcome would have been even worse.

**

Zhong Yan didn't get home until very late that day, and all the lights in the house were off.

He entered the room, and the clothes on the sofa were scattered, with high heels and stockings lying there casually.

Ji Tanyuan is used to having someone tidy up the house, and she has no chance of changing her bad habit of leaving things lying around. Anyway, the maid will tidy up the house the next day before she goes to work.

Zhong Yan is a bit of a clean freak. He doesn't like his house to be too messy, and he hates having his privacy invaded by outsiders, especially in the master bedroom, where he hates it when others go in.

I used to live alone, which made it easy for me to manage things myself. Now there's someone else with the surname Ji.

Since getting married, the amount of housework he spends has doubled.

Zhong Yan sorted out her shoes, tidied her clothes, washed her hands, and went upstairs to take a shower.

After leaving the guest room, Zhong Yan stood at the door of the master bedroom, head down, staring at the doorknob.

His eyes were lowered, and his sharply defined face was cold and unreadable.

Zhong Yan recalled what Lao Cheng had talked to him about tonight: the founder of Convolution Capital and Ji Tanyuan were alumni, and even his senior. Ji Tanyuan had a financial background, but he didn't know how deep it was.

He then turned and left, going to the guest room.

Ji Tanyuan had no cards to play, and neither did he. He was glad that he hadn't revealed too many confidential documents to her beforehand.

Even the closest of couples can be quite distant. His relationship with Ji Tanyuan was superficially close, but truly distant. Once a conflict of interest arose, their marriage collapsed.

*

The next day, when Ji Tanyuan got up, she didn't find anyone next to her, which meant that Zhong Yan hadn't returned home all night.

Ji Tanyuan got up to wash up and then went downstairs, only to see a man making a phone call through the French windows.

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, his back to her, while the maid laid out breakfast behind him.

Aunt Zhang saw Ji Tanyuan and stepped forward gently, asking, "Are you up?"

Ji Tanyuan hummed in agreement, not surprised by the sudden respect shown by Butler Zhang, after all, she had erased all the evidence of her son's crimes.

What Ji Tanyuan didn't know was that ever since Butler Zhang asked Zhong Yan about that matter, he casually gave an order, and Aunt Zhang's son, Qian Bo, was investigated. Fortunately, Ji Tanyuan had dealt with it for him earlier, otherwise he would have been finished.

Now Aunt Zhang dares not underestimate Ji Tanyuan; this person is clearly not as easy to mess with or unarmed as she appears.

Hearing the noise, Zhong Yan turned around and looked at the person wearing a champagne-colored silk satin bathrobe, showing off long legs and a sexy, alluring deep V-neck.

Ji Tanyuan yawned. "Auntie, I'd like an iced Americano."

Zhong Yan was still on the phone, while Ji Tanyuan took a bite of her salad with a fork and listened with her eyes downcast.

I got a headache after listening to half of it, so I decided to stop.

Her immediate priority is to go back to Hujiang and bring Puppy over; she's too bored living alone in such a big house.

Little did Zhong Yan know that her elaborate scheme to trap Princess Ji was like casting a seductive glance at a blind man, and that she was about to be confronted with a strange, braying donkey with big ears, leading to an exponential increase in household chores.

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