In the extravagant presidential suite, Fang Mu and the woman named Hu Yao got along harmoniously. In contrast, Qiao Jiuyin stayed alone at home until 1 am.

  The hope in her eyes gradually turned to ash.

  She then stood up and slowly walked back to her room. After taking off her clothes, she lay down. Her hands gently touched her stomach, and she could not help but cry. A moment later, her face was covered in tears.

  In the past, Fang Mu had been busy with work and would occasionally stay up all night. Although Qiao Jiuyin felt uneasy, she had never given up like tonight. Tonight was the Lantern Festival Gala. Fang Mu did not have any social interactions, nor any overtime work to do. So why did he not come back?

  Qiao Jiuyin knew very well why.

  Her hysterical love only made her exhausted.

  She was tired.

  ***

  Hu Yao lay on her side beside Fang Mu and suddenly held the dragon-shaped pendant around Fang Mu’s neck. Her eyes flashed, and she asked Fang Mu, “This is very beautiful. Can you give it to me?”


  The confusion in Fang Mu’s eyes instantly disappeared, and his eyes became as cold as ice.

  When Hu Yao saw his gaze, she was stunned for a moment. She silently retracted her hand.

  “I can’t give this to others,” Fang Mu expressionlessly explained.

  Hu Yao chuckled and said, “I understand. It means something to you.”


  Xiao Sheng’s grandfather had given this to him. Fang Mu did not dare to give it to anyone, nor did he want to give it to anyone.

  Hu Yao thought of something and turned around. She smiled at Fang Mu and sarcastically asked, “You’re fooling around with me with a wedding ring. President Fang, your hobby is really special.”


  Fang Mu’s felt a piercing pain in his heart again.

  He touched his wedding ring, and his eyes turned heavy and dark.

  “Are you going back tonight?” Hu Yao did not say anything else and changed the topic.

  Fang Mu shook his head. “I’ll accompany you.”


  ***

  Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng drove the car home. Qiao Jiusheng pushed the car door open. She was about to get out when Fang Yusheng suddenly handed her a coat. “Put it on.”


  Her heart warmed.

  Qiao Jiusheng took the coat and draped it over her. In the interest of returning the favor, she quickly got out of the car and walked around to Fang Yusheng’s side. Opening the passenger door, she bent down to help Fang Yusheng unbuckle his seatbelt. As she did so, she said with a smile, “Usually, it’s the man who unbuckles the woman’s seatbelt. That’s how it’s written in the novels. In our case, we have to do the opposite.”


  Fang Yusheng suddenly smiled.

  The beauty that was like a blooming flower made Qiao Jiusheng feel uneasy.

  He suddenly asked Qiao Jiusheng, “I thought that 16- or 17-year-old girls liked to read novels. Look at you! The Second Miss of the Qiao family, a trendy person, actually likes to read some mushy novels…”


  Qiao Jiusheng was frank. “Tell me! You’re young, rich, and handsome. Even if you didn’t have to learn anything else, why did you learn from monks? If you’re so good at being vegetarian, chanting, and wearing Buddha beads, why don’t you really become a monk?”


  She sincerely suggested, “The Song Mountain Shaolin Monastery in Henan welcomes you.”


  Fang Yusheng was speechless. He got upset. “Why are you so sharp-tongued…”


  He could not win against Qiao Jiusheng. If he was hit, he could fight back. However, the wife he had found could only be pampered. Besides, Qiao Jiusheng would occasionally say a few pleasant words, just like what she had done on the stage tonight. Fang Yusheng was elated to hear that.

  When he recalled what Qiao Jiusheng said at the stage, Fang Yusheng’s heart warmed.

  “Then, according to the development in the novels, what should happen next?” Fang Yusheng humbly asked, his voice filled with temptation.