After parting ways with Li Luyao, Jiang Yilai returned home.

As soon as she entered, she saw Fu Nanxiao sitting on the sofa.

He was looking down at a document.

Hearing the sound, he looked up.

Jiang Yilai changed her shoes and walked over: "Why are you back so early today?"

"The matter is settled." Fu Nanxiao looked at her with slightly indifferent eyes: "I'll come back and have dinner with you."

Jiang Yilai sat down opposite him.

She smiled and said, "I've already eaten, but I can eat a little more with you."

Fu Nanxiao asked casually, "Who did you eat with?"

Jiang Yilai's smile faltered.

She then noticed that Fu Nanxiao's expression was not quite right.

His eyes were cold and sharp, and his expression as he looked at her was no longer as gentle as before.

Is he unhappy?

After a moment's thought, Jiang Yilai understood the reason.

Her smile faded slightly, and she curled her lips in a sarcastic smile: "You already know, so why are you asking?"

Fu Nanxiao said in a deep voice, "Jiang Yilai."

"Your bodyguard told you that again, didn't he?"

Jiang Yilai scoffed lightly: "I went to see Li Luyao, so what?"

Her attitude made Fu Nanxiao frown: "I've told you before, Li Luyao is a dangerous person. Don't contact him frequently! Is there anything you need to discuss in person?"

He had a bad impression of Li Luyao ever since that photo, which he didn't know who sent it.

He had investigated this person.

Although everything on the documents appeared normal, his intuition told him that Li Luyao was the problem.

Therefore, he didn't want Jiang Yilai to have too much contact with him.

But Jiang Yilai was very resistant to his interference.

Or rather, she hated the feeling of being constantly monitored.

Jiang Yilai took a deep breath: "Fu Nanxiao, are the bodyguards you hired here to protect me, or to keep an eye on me for you? Do you only feel satisfied if you know who I meet and what I say every day?"

Fu Nanxiao's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He looked at Jiang Yilai, his brow furrowed: "What's wrong with that? If you don't do anything inappropriate, you don't have to be afraid of me finding out, and I can get there in time if anything happens."

Jiang Yilai smiled wryly: "Even the closest lovers have their own privacy and little secrets. Fu Nanxiao, you can't use the name of protection to satisfy your own desire for control."

Fu Nanxiao's expression instantly turned cold and stern.

He stared at her, his voice filled with anger: "Jiang Yilai, do you think I'm just too idle to pay attention to your every move?"

Jiang Yilai pursed her lips.

She didn't want to continue arguing with Fu Nanxiao; it would never lead to anything.

She nodded: "Then just consider me ungrateful."

After saying that, she turned and went upstairs.

Fu Nanxiao watched her retreating figure, feeling a surge of annoyance.

He picked up the clothes from the sofa and went straight out the door.

As she listened to the car drive away, Jiang Yilai leaned against the door, her feelings a mix of emotions.

They were both at fault in this matter.

She didn't want Fu Nanxiao to discover her secret, so she was particularly bothered by the presence of bodyguards.

Even if there were no secrets, she couldn't stand having every little detail of her daily actions told to Fu Nanxiao.

She liked Fu Nanxiao, but she didn't want to be a caged bird.

Fu Nanxiao was in a bad mood, so he went to Jin Zisong's bar to drink with him.

Jin Zisong watched him chug cup after cup down his throat, and it was an appalling sight.

Seeing that a bottle of wine was about to be finished, Jin Zisong quickly stopped him: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"