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Song Xi immediately understood as she looked worriedly at Jian Ning, and pulled her hand: "Why don't you come back with me? I don't want to see you sad for someone that isn't worth it."

She said this very firmly, without the slightest hesitation. She must have already thought it through very clearly.

In the evening, Jian Ning was waiting for Shang Jin in the living room to come back with a bottle of red wine on the table. She was holding a wine cup in her hand and was leaning against the sofa, quietly sizing up the color of the wine in the light.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jian Ning only slightly tilted his body and smiled at him: "I bought a bottle of good wine today. If there's time, how about this?"

"He's not fully recovered yet, why is he already drinking?" He stepped forward and snatched the cup, frowning in displeasure.

"Hehe …" She scoffed and stood up to take the glass back, her hazy eyes fixed on him.

"Since you won't drink with me, then I'll just drink by myself. Where did all this nonsense come from?" She grumbled and stood on tiptoe to grab it.

"Has it been a long time since I've taught you a lesson? Have you forgotten your current identity?" Seeing that she still wanted to go against him, some anger had already started to rise in his heart. It was just that it hadn't exploded yet.

Maybe because he felt it, Jian Ning obediently put down her hands, and then sat back down on the sofa.

He took out the cup he had placed down earlier from the tea table and laughed contemptuously: "It's such a pity about this wine, previously at Song Xi's place, Zhang Xianzhe recommended it to me, I specifically bought it today to drink with you, what a pity."

"Are you trying to provoke me?" His face darkened, and when he looked at Jian Ning, he did not conceal the disgust in his heart at all.

The thing he hated the most in his life was comparing others to himself.

"Stimulate you?" She lowered her head and whispered to herself, "Is this a form of provocation?"

No, not at all.

Jian Ning raised her head, with disappointment in her eyes, she picked up the wine bottle and looked at it carefully with furrowed brows.

"Bang!"

A loud sound could be heard. The bottle that was still in his hand was now lying quietly on the ground.

"Are you satisfied now? I threw it away. Anything that displeased you, I could reject. Will you be happy like this?" Jian Ning suddenly had a change in tone.

Under the weak light, she looked somewhat helpless.

"You …" He felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

"What are you trying to do?" From the moment he entered, he had not understood what Jian Ning wanted to do.

She slowly walked to Shang Jin's side and vaguely placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked at him with innocent eyes: "Is this the only way you'll be satisfied?"

Shang Jin pushed her away irritably, his entire body was ice-cold, giving off a very direct feeling of distance.

She laughed, turned around, and went straight upstairs.

That scene just now was only a small test. She only wanted to test what he thought of her after talking with Song Xi.

When he saw that she had really left, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He looked at the dark stain and felt that something was wrong with the night.

"Uncle Liu!" he shouted impatiently.

Hearing Shang Jin calling him, Uncle Liu immediately came out from the back, and upon seeing the mess on the ground, he couldn't help but be surprised, then looked at Shang Jin.

"Who did Jian Ning meet today?"

Upon hearing his question, Uncle Liu had a general idea of what was going on. He lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoes.

"I've only met Song Xi, I've been waiting for you ever since we got back, there's even dinner left in the kitchen."

Dinner? He looked towards the dining hall, unable to understand what Jian Ning was trying to do.

Seeing his indifferent face, Uncle Liu couldn't help but speak on Jian Ning's behalf: "Jian Ning called Mr. Huang today and made sure that his hands could move about properly. He has been busy in the kitchen all this time, and hasn't eaten since."

When he thought of the scene of Jian Ning in the kitchen today, the resentment in Uncle Liu's heart grew even more.

Truly unable to endure Uncle Liu's gaze, Shang Jin impatiently waved his hand, "You may leave first."

He stood there for a while, then went back upstairs.

He stood at the door of Jian Ning's room for a while, sighed helplessly, and then turned back to the study room.

Jian Ning was standing at the door. She had clearly heard Shang Jin's footsteps, but she had not expected him to only stand at the door for a short while.

Gritting her teeth, she steeled her heart, and used all her strength to open the door. She quickly ran behind Shang Jin, and hugged him.

"Shang Jin, why didn't you knock on the door? She hugged him tightly and cried.

Sensing the warmth of the person behind her, Shang Jin raised his hand to hold hers and muttered softly, "What a fool."

He thought that she was still angry, so he didn't knock on the door. He didn't expect her to misunderstand.

Jian Ning had already heard the words he whispered, and was slightly happy in his heart. However, on the surface, he could not find any trace of happiness.

"I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, okay? In the future, I won't be willful anymore, okay?"

When Shang Jin pulled her over to look at him, she said grievingly that her eyes were still red.

In that moment, Shang Jin's heart immediately softened. He nodded gently and couldn't help but pull her into his embrace.

"There's nothing more to say. Uncle Liu said that you haven't eaten, so let's go eat first."

Since Jian Ning had already come out, she pulled her downstairs. Thinking about how she had been hospitalized twice due to a stomachache, Shang Jin became even more cautious.

Feeling Shang Jin's love for him, Jian Ning felt like her tears were about to fall. She nodded excitedly, "Whatever you say is what you meant."

Facing such an obedient Jian Ning, for a moment, Shang Jin felt a little absent-minded.

In his heart, he was even more gentle to her. He wanted to make up for the cold words he had spoken to her previously.

Liu Yiwei watched from between the crack of the door as the two fought hand in hand, the jealousy in her eyes becoming even more intense than before.

"There will be a day when Shang Jin will belong to me alone." She comforted herself.

Downstairs, Shang Jin gently pushed aside the chair for her, then sat beside her once more, as he looked at the table full of food prepared for him.

"You really are a virtuous wife." He couldn't help but tease in a low voice.

Instantly, Jian Ning's face turned red, and for a long time, she did not dare raise her head.