When Yan Jili returned to the villa, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.
"Aunt Zhang!"
"Hey! Sir, you're back?"
Yan Jili handed her the small cake he was carrying.
Look around.
Where is she?
Zhang Ma took the cake, saying, "Madam is exercising at the gym."
sports?
Does she exercise?
Yan Jili chuckled.
According to his investigation, the eldest daughter of the Shen family is extremely lazy; she would rather lie down than sit, and rather sit than stand.
She is notoriously spoiled.
It's already this late.
He wanted to see what kind of earth-shattering, awe-inspiring feats she could accomplish.
Gym.
Shen Zhiyi, with her hair in a bun, stood on the yoga mat, muttering to herself while grimacing and gesturing downwards.
"Grasp the feet with both hands to strengthen the kidneys and waist..."
Just as I bent down halfway, I heard steady, powerful footsteps behind me.
Da da, da da.
She turned her head stiffly and saw Yan Jili standing at the door like an ice sculpture, dressed in a suit and tie, looking very respectable.
His angular face slowly lowered his gaze.
The image is frozen in her contorted pose.
"Are they performing a shamanistic ritual?" he asked, frowning.
"What shamanistic dance!" Shen Zhiyi stumbled and almost fell onto the yoga mat. She braced herself with her hands on the ground, stubbornly arguing, "This is called Baduanjin! Baduanjin!"
"Aren't you a big fan of health and wellness?"
"How could you not even know this!"
Yan Jili's deep gaze fell upon her once more.
Wearing yoga pants, her waist slumped down gracefully, creating a beautiful, sculpted curve with her hips.
It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.
Her long, straight legs were spread wide apart, and they were trembling...
He loosened his tie, a burning sensation rising in his throat.
"Who told you I love health and wellness?" He paused, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
"I'm not that old."
"Really?" Shen Zhiyi suddenly stood up and did a standard "clenched fist and angry glare to increase strength".
His posture was powerful and imposing.
Even the little dumpling on its head wobbled a couple of times.
"Why don't you come and learn too?"
She blinked, her eyes playful.
"I heard this exercise can prevent Alzheimer's disease. You should start practicing it early so you won't have to carry your ID card when you go out and get lost."
"Shen Zhiyi," Yan Jili said, his brows furrowing, as he forced a cold breath from between his lips, "Are you itching for a beating?"
"Hmph." Shen Zhiyi wasn't intimidated at all.
After completing the last movement, I wiped the thin layer of sweat from my face.
I draped a towel over my arm and walked up to him.
"how?"
"Does Attorney Yan want to hit me again?"
She looked up at him defiantly.
Yan Jili lowered his eyelashes and saw this face.
Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed and sweaty, and even her eyelashes were covered in trembling moisture.
She was still warm from exercising, and the delicate scent of gardenias seemed even sweeter, wafting into his nostrils.
A drop of sweat trickled down the swan's neck and into her collarbone.
It flowed through the depression, meandered, and disappeared into the collar...
His dark gaze unconsciously followed the trace of water.
A strong urge suddenly surged within me.
I wanted to reach out and wipe away those unsightly beads of sweat...
Or perhaps...
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he abruptly looked up, forcing himself to pull away from that chilling image.
"You definitely need to be taught a lesson."
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice hoarse and hot.
The large hand hanging by his side slowly tightened, revealing the taut veins on the back of his hand, pressing down the surging power heavily.
On my way home, all the admonitions I had prepared for her vanished from my mind in an instant.
Instead, the new images she brought kept taking over, occupying my attention from all angles...
Only one thought remained in his mind...
Absurd.
It was a thought that even he himself couldn't face.
"Hmph." Shen Zhiyi was completely oblivious to the fact that his gaze had become thick and dark, and still hummed, "I'm not afraid of you."
"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to take a shower."
She turned around and took two steps, then stepped back, winking mischievously.
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you."
"This Eight Pieces of Brocade is very popular among young people now, it's normal if you don't know it."
"Old-fashioned, conservative!"
After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue and made a face.
They ran away in a flash.
Yan Jili's solemn expression revealed a few cracks.
Old-fashioned?
She actually dared to call him an old fogey?!
Where does he look old?!
She's just too young!
He returned to his study in a fit of anger.
He took off his coat, loosened his tie, unbuttoned two buttons, and leaned back in his chair.
After feeling frustrated for two minutes, I picked up my phone and dialed Zhang Leyang's number.
"Hello? Yan Lu, what's the matter so late?"
Yan Jili touched his brow.
After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "Do you practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade?"
"Huh?" Zhang Leyang was stunned.
"Eight Pieces of Brocade? What's that?"
"I'm not practicing..."
Yan Jili felt somewhat relieved.
See?
Even young people don't know.
Zhang Leyang suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! I remember now! My sister seems to have been practicing this recently."
"It seems to be quite popular."
Yan Jili: ...
If you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much.
"You'll give the report tomorrow, and every single detail needs to be reviewed."
He hung up the phone with a sullen face.
Zhang Leyang was left alone on the other end of the phone, bewildered in the wind.
He felt a pang of regret.
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