'No, he belongs to me. I have to get him back.'
'I'm running out of time. If I make a mistake this time, I won't get another chance.'
Jie Jingwei was back from his business trip, so she had no excuse to stay and sleep with Xiao You. Jing Qi was very hostile toward her. If Jing Qi started spouting nonsense in front of Aunt Qiao, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Lin Yaru clutched the object in her coat pocket. A shadow fell over her delicate face, the smile at the corners of her lips slowly turning sinister. A vicious glint filled her eyes as she muttered coldly to herself, "Jie Jingchen, I'll make you divorce her and marry me."
Jie Jingchen carried Qin Mei back to their room and gently set her down on the bed. He rolled up her sleeves and pant legs to look at the scrapes on her fair skin. Just as his mother had said, they weren't serious, but Jie Jingchen's heart still ached for her.
"Does it hurt?" Jie Jingchen asked, his face full of concern.
