Chapter 123 The only person I've ever liked and loved is my wife.
Ji Peiheng didn't react to what Jiang Xueyan said; he had never written love letters to anyone.
But, by chance, he had a good memory and actually remembered something.
"I did send you a love letter to a girl," he said casually.
Shi Yang stared at him dangerously.
Jiang Xueyan was overjoyed.
"However, I didn't write that love letter; I delivered it for someone else."
Jiang Xueyan was stunned: "Who did you deliver it for?"
Ji Peiheng said, "It was Xie Ran. He had a crush on a girl but was too shy to give her a love letter, so he asked me to deliver it for him."
The letter was unsigned, but Jiang Xueyan subconsciously assumed it was written by Ji Peiheng.
She has believed this for over a decade.
Should we tell her now that someone else wrote it to her?
"No, impossible! Ji Peiheng, are you afraid to admit it?"
Jiang Xueyan suddenly stood up and questioned loudly.
Many people's attention was drawn to her.
Seeing her yelling at President Ji and Mrs. Ji, Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Fu exchanged a glance, their hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly went over.
The thought that she might have been deluding herself for ten years made Jiang Xueyan unable to calm down.
She preferred to believe that he was afraid to admit it.
Ji Peiheng is a man of principle; he never denies anything he has done.
Too lazy to say much, he pulled Shi Yang to get up.
Shi Yang shook his hand: "Why don't you call Xie Ran and verify it? That way, she can give up."
Ji Peiheng dialed Xie Ran's number.
Xie Ran was drinking with his cronies, and the environment was very noisy.
He barely managed to hear what Ji Peiheng said, and immediately found it amusing: "Brother, that's so ancient history, you still remember it?"
His joking remark completely woke Jiang Xueyan up.
She slumped onto the sofa, clearly unable to recover.
Finally, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Did you ever like me even a little bit?"
Ji Peiheng stood up and looked down at her: "Miss Jiang, in my entire life, the only person I have ever liked and loved is my wife."
...
The farce ended just like that. On the way back, Shi Yang leaned on Ji Peiheng's shoulder and dozed off.
The dim streetlights shone into the car, casting shadows on the man's handsome face, adding a touch of gentleness to his features, and making his gaze towards her tender.
Shi Yang climbed up to his neck and kissed the man's eyelashes.
Then she nestled back into the man's arms, his large, strong hands gently patting her shoulders, and drowsiness intensified.
After an unknown amount of time, Shi Yang suddenly woke up.
She was still in the car.
Surrounded by darkness, Shi Yang opened his eyes wearily: "Am I home?"
The man gave a slightly hoarse "hmm".
She got up and prepared to get off the bus.
Ji Peiheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, causing Shi Yang to fall onto his lap.
Her red lips were seized in an instant.
The man's cool fingertips slipped under her skirt.
Shi Yang was startled and reached out to press it down.
Ji Peiheng grasped her wrist with his other hand, gently rubbing and kneading it, sending shivers down her spine.
Ji Peiheng released her lips, held her wrist and kissed it, his wrist bone rubbing against her wrist, his knuckles intertwining with hers, rubbing against hers repeatedly.
With his other hand, he recklessly ground the material back and forth.
Shi Yang, weak and spineless yet vicious, leaned against his chest: "Go...go back."
Surrounded by darkness, the man's peach blossom eyes were dark and deep, with a clear hint of lust in them.
"I haven't tried it in the car yet, I'm just in the car."
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
His hand held her waist firmly, his body temperature rising steadily in the darkness...
...
On Monday, Lu Qingqing went to the company as usual. Meng Yaozhu had just returned from his business trip, and the first thing she did upon arriving at the company was to submit her application to Meng Yaozhu.
I waited all day but didn't get a reply.
As it was almost time to leave work, she couldn't resist knocking on the office door.
Meng Yaozhu was working, and the silhouette of the setting sun in front of the floor-to-ceiling window made his figure appear even more somber.
Lu asked cautiously, "Mr. Meng, are you busy?"
Meng Yaozhu didn't look up: "Can't you see?"
The deer choked slightly.
He paused for a moment, then said, "Mr. Meng, did you see the application I submitted this morning?"
Meng Yaozhu's gaze shifted from the table to her face: "You want to be a war correspondent?"
The deer nodded gently.
"What makes you think you're capable of this?" Meng Yaozhu said bluntly, "Do you know how demanding our company is when it comes to hiring reporters for field assignments?"
Lu said softly, "I have been a journalist for five years. I know my strengths very well. I have accumulated a lot of experience. I believe I can do a good job as a war correspondent."
"Should we say it?"
"So what do you want? Are you going to reject my application?" Lu Qingqing asked, a little angry.
Meng Yaozhu paused for a moment and said, "It's not impossible. The company will be undergoing transformation and upgrading in the second half of the year, and Secretary Jin has other tasks to complete. You can work as my secretary for three months. If you do well, I can make an exception and approve your application."
"Only three months?"
"Just three months!"
“Okay!” the deer replied softly.
Once she got through the three months, she immediately distanced herself from him.
...
Shi Yang's car was repaired, and the insurance company personnel personally drove it to West Kau Yue.
Although he bought a new car, Shi Yang still prefers to drive his old one.
Liang Jin asked her out several times to apologize, but she refused each time.
That day after work, Shi Yang drove home.
I received a call from Aunt Cui in the evening, saying that Naifu seemed to be sick and hadn't eaten anything all day.
Shi Yang rushed back.
Naifu no longer came over and meowed as soon as she got home, unlike before.
Instead, it curled up into a ball, its little ears drooping. When it saw her return, it lifted its eyelids to look at her and then closed them again.
Aunt Cui said anxiously, "The little guy was fine yesterday, but I don't know what's wrong with him today. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything all day, and he just vomited."
"Little Milk Lady." Shi Yang patted her head.
Naifu's round eyes no longer have the same luster as before.
Shi Yang put her in the cat carrier: "Aunt Cui, I'll drive her to the vet. Don't wait for me for dinner."
Shi Yang took Naifu to the nearest pet hospital.
The doctor took Naifu to the operating room for examination, and Shi Yang waited anxiously on the bench outside.
Just then, a man rushed in, carrying a dirty kitten in his arms: "Doctor, doctor, come quick, this kitten is dying!"
A veterinarian came out and took the kitten: "How old is the kitten? Where is it injured?"
"I don't know, I found this in the grass, it looks like my right leg is broken..."
Shi Yang watched from afar and thought he was a very kind-hearted young man.
When the man turned around, she was stunned. It was Liang Jin.
Liang Jin saw her too, and wiped his sweat: "Shi Yang, what are you doing here?"
"My cat is sick, what's wrong with you...?"
"I heard a noise in the bushes when I was jogging at the gym, and then I saw this poor little thing."
"I never expected my senior to be so kind-hearted?"
Liang Jin said, "I often bring injured kittens and puppies to the hospital."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Liang Jin left first.
The moment he stepped outside, the man's previously gentle expression changed drastically. He coldly made a phone call: "Find me a few more cats and dogs, hmm... preferably crippled..."
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