Ji Yan's consciousness gradually returned after Ji Fuying had been gone for a long time. He picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.
"Han Xiao, take the coffee and soup I drank to be tested."
While waiting for the results, he took a cold shower, trying to wash away the marks on his body and the filth in his mind.
The events of last night still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't shake them off. Half an hour later, he came out wearing a bathrobe.
With his sharp eyes, he immediately spotted the bright red stain on the bed, and a sense of guilt welled up inside him.
The murderous aura in his eyes suddenly intensified; anyone who dared to plot against Ji Yan would not see the sun rise tomorrow.
A long time passed.
Ji Yan stubbed out his cigarette and answered Han Xiao's call.
"Mr. Ji, the soup was spiked."
"good."
He hung up the phone with a grim expression. Who could it be?
The person who made the soup and the person who delivered it would never have tampered with it, so who else would have had the opportunity to come into contact with the soup?
Ji Yan lit another cigarette and leaned back lazily on the sofa.
How will he face Yingying in the future?
On the other side.
With a complicated expression, Ji Fuying turned off the computer and walked to the balcony. Two segments of the surveillance footage were missing, and the times matched perfectly.
She tried special methods to recover them, but it didn't work. The two missing records had been completely destroyed and there was no possibility of them being retrieved.
A cold, faint smile bloomed on her luscious lips. The other party still had some tricks up their sleeve. Keep hiding, I want to see how long you can keep hiding.
......
Ji Group.
The CEO's office.
Ji Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression inscrutable. The person who used to cling to him the most hadn't come to see him for three days.
She hasn't even made a single phone call; she probably doesn't want to see me.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The old man had instructed that everyone in the family must go back for every holiday.
He signed a deal worth billions without batting an eye, but now he hesitates for a long time about whether or not to go home.
In the afterglow of the setting sun.
The man was tall and slender, with several buttons undone on his white shirt. His perfect jawline exuded an air of nobility, and his clear, aloof eyes made him appear unapproachable.
When Song Yuxi walked in carrying the insulated box, this was the scene that made her fall in love with it.
"Ayan." An incredibly gentle voice brought him back to his senses.
Ji Yan turned around and saw Song Yuxi walking over with a smile.
She wore a haute couture white satin dress, her makeup was exquisite, her demeanor was dignified and elegant, and her eyes exuded an indescribable gentleness.
Ji Yan stepped forward and took the thermos from her hand. "Yu Xi, what brings you here?"
A hint of guilt flashed in those clear, aloof eyes.
Yu Xi had been with him for two years, and she had always taken care of him without complaint.
On the contrary, he often neglected her because he was too busy.
"Fuying hasn't brought you soup these past few days. Did you two have a fight?"
Song Yuxi put down her bag, sat on the sofa, and looked up at him.
Ji Yan sat down next to her, saying, "It's okay for a girl to throw a tantrum."
He did hope she would throw a tantrum, but she didn't; she was so sensible that it broke his heart.
For the sake of his relationship with Yu Xi, he kept silent about his innocence. How can he make amends to her?
"Ayan, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. May I visit my grandparents?"
She pursed her red lips and looked at him with expectant eyes. They had been together for two years, but he still hadn't mentioned marrying her.
She was a little scared, afraid that something might go wrong. If she could get the old man's approval, she would feel much more at ease.
Looking into those wet eyes, Ji Yan still couldn't bear to refuse.
"good."
......
The Ji family's old residence.
A building that combines Chinese and Western styles offers ultimate aesthetic pleasure, and more importantly, provides comfortable living and a close connection with nature.
The old man and the old woman sat in the main seats of the living room.
Almost everyone had arrived, and the banquet was ready, except for the two brothers, Ji Yan and Ji Ze.
Ji Lingchuan looked at Ji Ming with a mocking expression, "Making a group of elders wait, brother, you need to change your parenting style."
He was the illegitimate son of the Ji family. In terms of status and power, he could not compare to Ji Ming. Naturally, he would not miss the opportunity to ridicule him.
Ji Ming ignored him and simply turned his head away.
His two sons, one of whom took charge of the Ji Group, multiplied the group's profits several times over within three years.
The other is a world-renowned medical legend, someone you can't necessarily hire even if you have the money.
She also has a lovely and adorable daughter who is incredibly sweet.
Is his teaching method ineffective?
Who can do it? Himself?
Is it something to be proud of to raise a son who gets other women pregnant every few days?
"Yingying, call your eldest brother and second brother."
Ji Fuying, who was looking down at her phone, was suddenly called on. She raised her little face to look at her mother who was gently stroking her, and nodded obediently.
"Okay, Mom, I'll call now."
The girl's soft, sweet voice almost melted Anhe's heart. "Yes, you are such a good daughter."
Sitting some distance away, Ji Qianqian glanced at it disdainfully. "Hmph, treating an adopted daughter like a treasure? It's laughable."
Ji Fuying looked at the two numbers on her phone, unsure which one to call first.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the main gate.
"Yingying, I'm back."
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