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It was only late at night when Song Ming finally returned home. The light in his bedroom was faint, and Gu Xiangling was lying down on the computer table, sleeping soundly. Song Ming's hand gently rested on her shoulder. His action was too light, so much so that it did not wake her from her stupor.

"Xiang Ling!" Song Ming called out in his heart. There had never been a moment where he felt so powerless. How much longer could one live in peace and happiness?

Gu Xiangling let out a few indistinct words. She stretched lazily and opened her eyes, staring at him with a misty look. "You're back?" Her gentle tone contained a hint of dissatisfaction. It had been a long time since she had last seen him. It felt like she was living a long life.

"Yes." Song Ming suppressed the churning emotions in his heart and lightly replied. He quickly pulled out of Gu Xiangling's grasp, afraid that he would lose control and get closer to her in the next second.

This was an action that Song Mingjian had never done before. Gu Xiangling was stunned for a few seconds, and when she saw the indifferent expression on Song Ming's face, she felt a faint pain in her heart. What's the matter with you? " She tried her best to make her tone calm. Calm and steady, Gu Xiangling. Wasn't she just returning late? Don't do it.

"I'm tired." Song Mingjian turned around and got on the bed. Without waiting for Gu Xiangling to make a move, he took off her clothes and laid down with her back facing Gu Xiangling. Gu Xiangling gently wrapped her arms around his waist, then whispered, "I ask for Jun to temporarily go to a place of warmth and gentleness, how about it?"

This melodious and elegant voice instantly shattered Song Mingjian's mental defenses, turning around and embracing Gu Xiangling before turning off the lights. Without the light, Gu Xiangling couldn't see his expression.

The morning sun slowly rose. Gu Xiangling was still sleeping soundly. Song Ming, who had not slept for the entire night, quietly jumped off the bed. He did not dare turn on the light for fear that the light would irritate her. In the faint light, he stared at her sleeping form.

That literary and refined face, even in deep sleep, was still fresh and charming, untainted by the vulgar air of the mortal world. Song Mingjian lowered his head in an attempt to kiss her, but stopped a few centimeters away from her face.

Perhaps, this was her last peaceful sleep. In the future, she would definitely have many sleepless nights.

He quietly entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was very nice to see that it was filled with ingredients. Song Ming's sword did not stop at all as he cooked one dish after another that Gu Xiangling loved to eat. Delicious delicacies filled a large table.

Gu Xiangling walked into the restaurant in her slippers and yawned. The moment she smelled the alluring fragrance, her spirits were immediately lifted. Then, she took a look at the table full of colourful dishes. She exclaimed, "What day is it today to cook so many delicious dishes?" "She was too lazy to wash her hands, so she directly picked up a spicy phoenix claw and began to chew." It's really delicious, the taste is amazing. " "After finishing the Phoenix Claw in two or three bites, I picked up another spicy lobster." My dear, have you changed for the better today? You actually let me eat spicy food. Like I said, my stomach can drink spicy food. "

Normally, Song Mingjian Elder Song said that Gu Xiangling had had surgery on her stomach, so he restricted her from eating stimulating food. He only occasionally ordered dishes with a spicy taste to be served.

Song Mingjian was currently carrying a pot of sour radish stewed duck soup over the table. He watched as Gu Xiangling ate with relish. With a myriad of emotions in her heart, he took out a stack of tissue paper and carefully wiped her hands. "Lazy cat, eating without washing your hands. Don't you know what's wrong with your mouth?"

"Isn't the food you cooked too delicious?!" Gu Xiangling picked up a plate of three colored fried prawns, picked up a piece of meat, and stuffed it into Song Ming's mouth. "You're bad, you're about to go to work, and you're still cooking so many delicious foods. In the future, even if I want to eat it, I won't be able to."

Song Ming changed the topic and poured her a bowl of duck soup. Eat so much chili, drink some soup to soothe the spicy taste. "

Gu Xiangling smiled and knocked on his door a few times. "Yes."

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated a few times. Song Mingjian's intuition was not good news. She took out her cell phone and checked the screen. Sure enough, it was a message from Ou Shihao. It was only a few words: "Something happened to Ye Jing."

Song Mingjian's expression changed before returning to normal. You eat first, I'll make a phone call. "

"Yes." As Gu Xiangling was eating the fragrant garlic ribs with relish, she didn't notice that Song Mingjian's call to avoid her was very abnormal.

Ou Shihao sent a link to Song Mingjian. Song Ming tapped open the link and saw that it was a news report on a website: A young woman from XX Town of Mou Province died in the night!

A young woman was found dead in her home, slashed more than 20 times, the news said. The police investigation suggested that the time of death was probably last night.

There were several photographs of the scene, and despite the mosaics, large patches of blackened blood could still be seen. Based on the outline of his face and his figure, Song Mingjian recognized that it was Ye Jing.

He was about to crush his phone. Ye Jing had only saved him, yet she had already attracted such a severe revenge from Jiang Yuhang. Perhaps Jiang had already known where he lived and was waiting for the right moment to make his move.

Ye Jing's death was a warning to him. She was reminded that the next target would be Gu Xiangling.

"Darling, have you finished your call?" Gu Xiangling's voice called out to him in the restaurant, causing Song Mingjian to quickly close the webpage. He raised her voice and shouted, "You can eat by yourself, I'm going out immediately!"

What should he do? The situation had reached its boiling point. Song Mingjian hesitated for a moment before dialing Jiang Yuhang's number.

"If you want to hit me then just do it. Why are you taking revenge on an innocent person?"

"Because I don't think there's any point in doing anything to you, man. You're tough, and there's nothing you're afraid of. But you have a fatal weakness, passion! " There was a hint of pride in Jiang Yuhang's voice as he repeatedly attacked Song Mingjian, but now, he could no longer hold it in. Very good, what he wanted was Song Mingjian to erupt!

"Either admit defeat to me, or I'll make a move against someone else!" That "other person", Song Mingjian, knew who it was the moment he heard it.

"You're wrong, Jiang Yuhang. Isn't he just a woman?" Song Mingjian feigned an indifferent tone as he said: "You and I were once like brothers, and you still don't understand my personality? I wouldn't give up anything for a woman. "

When Zhao Xin'er left Song Mingjian, he did everything possible to send a picture of himself and Zhao Xin'er being intimate to Song Mingjian, but Song Mingjian never responded. At that time, he had felt that Song Mingjian was truly a cold-hearted merchant. Merchants rarely parted from each other, and a wife was far less important than a contract.

"Ha, old bro is indeed ungrateful. Sigh, if Miss Chan were to hear your words, I don't know if she would cry to death. You don't know how to love women, do you? Occupying others. "Why don't you give it to me to play with?" Jiang Yuhang tested. After all, he had bribed the doctor to make a fake DNA identification sheet, causing Song Mingjian to mistake Gu Xiangling for having a solemn funeral after she died. He couldn't possibly have any playful attitude towards her.

"She? "I'm sick of it. If you have the ability to flirt with her, why not give it a try?" After hanging up, Song Mingjian let out a sigh of relief, his heart aching.

In the end, they still had to separate. A beautiful dream came to life, leaving only the lonely figure.