No love?
Yan Jili's face was very grim.
"Okay." He almost gritted his teeth, picked up the water glass in front of him, and took a big gulp.
Then it was put down heavily again.
"Oh right," Shen Zhiyi said as if she had suddenly remembered something, "Grandma said she bought me a piece of land and found a designer to discuss with me what to build."
"I'll probably be going out quite often these next few days, so you don't need to report to me."
"You're so busy, we probably won't see each other very often."
Buying land?
Yan Jili looked at her.
Yes.
It was the place he mentioned to his grandmother, the place to hold his wedding.
She's going to use it to build a house?
Isn't this house big enough for her to live in?
Or is it...?
She doesn't want to be with him?
Yan Jili's face was gloomy.
My heart felt like a sponge soaked in ice water, sinking heavily into my abdomen.
The knuckles gripping the water glass slowly tightened and turned white.
He pondered repeatedly her deliberate distancing and indifference.
The fluid that had just entered his chest cavity, because of this contemplation, was stirred up and condensed into a deep sea of anger, trapping him within it and making it difficult for him to let go.
He couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment.
This feeling is so unfamiliar.
So much so that he couldn't find a suitable word to define or describe it.
Is Yan Jili, who has never lost a case, going to lose to her?
His brows furrowed.
They seemed unwilling to accept or face their own downfall.
Yan Jili suddenly stood up.
“I’ll be sleeping in the guest room these next few days,” he said, turning his head, his solemn face regaining its coldness, “so as not to disturb your rest.”
Shen Zhiyi looked up at him.
Yan Jili met her shimmering gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
He forced himself to look away.
Shen Zhiyi tilted her head and stared at his expression, then slowly said, "My old room was being wallpapered, so it wasn't suitable for living..."
Yan Jili's heart began to pound.
The cold, hard aura surrounding her suddenly dissipated somewhat because of her words.
He smoothed the line of his lips that was about to curve upwards and turned to look at her.
"so……"
“So you’ll sleep in the guest room on the first floor.” Shen Zhiyi smiled, put down her spoon, and turned to praise Zhang Ma.
"The porridge is delicious, thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang."
Aunt Zhang waved her hand with an embarrassed smile.
"Hehehe..."
"If you like it, Madam, I will make more in the future."
She glanced at Yan Jili.
I was suddenly startled.
The man's expression looked like he was about to kill someone...
Yan Jili clearly heard the joy that was about to rise in his chest suddenly extinguished by cold water.
Even the anger turned into a sinister and terrifying cold flame.
He heard a short, sharp laugh escape from his throat.
"Shen Zhiyi," he said through gritted teeth, "this is the last time I'll tolerate you."
He yanked the chair away with a sharp sound, then strode away without even glancing at her.
Shen Zhiyi put down her spoon, rested her chin on her hand, and watched his retreating figure.
The tall silhouette was elongated by the light.
Broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs were all encased in a well-tailored suit.
Clean and powerful.
Like a highly expressive oil painting, even with surging anger, she couldn't look away.
His steps were heavy and sluggish, and even the floor seemed unable to withstand his stomping, emitting a dull groan.
She suddenly realized.
Stirring up a stagnant pool of water and bringing more and more emotions to the surface is also a very enjoyable thing.
He will rediscover himself.
She will wait until the day he tells her he loves her.
Shen Zhiyi picked up a handkerchief and slowly wiped her mouth.
...
Night falls.
Yan Jili leaned against the bed in the guest room, holding a book, staring silently at the words on it.
Those precise words, unlike usual, did not stir his thoughts and mind.
Instead, it drifts and scatters unconsciously.
Gradually, a knowing smile formed on his face...
He suddenly closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, they were covered with frost.
How can you expect him to bow down and show goodwill to someone who doesn't care about him at all?
No.
He's not that despicable.
Those who have long held high positions have never experienced such a moment of mental turmoil.
He also couldn't imagine how to place his pieces on a chessboard that had already deviated from its original course and was beyond his control.
Yan Jili closed the letter.
With a cold face, I turned off the lights and went to sleep.
But this was destined to be a difficult, cold, and confrontational night.
Shen Zhiyi was lying on the bed in the master bedroom, sleeping soundly.
The next morning, she received a call from her best friend.
"A cocktail party?"
"Sure, I'm bored anyway, let's go have some fun. It's been a long time since we've seen each other."
She hung up the phone.
In a good mood, I opened my wardrobe and began choosing an evening gown.
*
As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle.
At the party, Yan Jili watched with a blank expression as his other partner, Lao Xu, made a video call.
"Honey~ Can you see this?" Old Xu waved at the video, laughing in a worthless way, "There are no women here, they were all scared away by the cold-faced lawyer Yan."
He held up his phone and spun around.
Finally, the camera focused on Yan Jili's sour face.
"Look, isn't it terrifying?"
Old Xu's wife on the other end of the video could only laugh awkwardly.
"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore~" Old Xu blew several kisses to his wife. "I'm hanging up now, I'll kiss you again when I get home."
Yan Jili's gaze was as cold as ice.
He took a sip of his drink.
With a cold smile, he said to Lao Xu in a low voice, "This is a public place. Your worthlessness is really lowering the standards of our law firm."
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