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"Any news?"

Jiang Jia rubbed her heart with her hands, and a few thin red lines of blood seeped out from under her slightly closed cold eyes. She looked as if she hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

Lu Xin lowered his head, not daring to look at Jiang Jia as he spoke in a low voice.

"Nope."

In the past few days, Jiang Han Han had been busy investigating the person nicknamed "Y" in the company, and had sent out almost all of his forces, but he knew that the ability of that person was definitely more surprising than he had imagined. As for the answer to the banquet, perhaps he had already expected it from him, but Jiang Han did not show any expression of anger, only his eyes had turned colder, as if a black storm was brewing.

He waved his hand to let Lu Xin out, and only after hearing the sound of the office door closing did Jiang Jia open his eyes. He couldn't find any news, so he could only wait until 'Y' showed up, in his heart, he had a strong premonition that the mysterious' Y 'would appear soon.

He had been busy in the company for the past few days, and he had been staying in his office for the sake of convenience. They didn't go home. On the way home, couples held hands under the street lamps. Some seemed to have just gotten off work, carrying their dishes with them as they prepared to go back to make a sumptuous yet smoking meal.

Jiang Jia watched with a cold gaze and could not help but be a little dazed. Maybe it was easy to be weak when one was too tired, or maybe it was because the memories of his father that he had hidden in his mind all these years came surging back to him again, making Jiang Jun feel sad once again.

The sound of a horn from behind suddenly interrupted Jiang Jia Han's train of thought, as if he had just woken up from a dream. Jiang Jia Han then realized that the red light had somehow turned green, countless cars were whizzing past, expressionlessly started the car, and the neon light flashed across Jiang Jia Han's eyes like beautiful fireworks in the blink of an eye.

As the car stopped in front of his house, Jiang Jia suddenly realized that the lights in his house were actually on, just like every other night when he came back from work. He could even imagine An Ning sitting in the dining room under the yellow light, her skin as delicate as jade.

A trace of unknown meaning flashed through his heart. Jiang Jun didn't even stop the car before she quickly walked into the house and opened the door. Jiang Han realized that his hands were trembling.

"An Ning!"

There was a slight smile on Jiang Jia's cold face, and his eyes were locked together. In his voice, there was a gentleness that he had never felt before.

However, there was no sound at all in the empty villa.

The expression on Jiang Jia's cold face distorted for a moment, as if a pair of invisible hands had fiercely pounded on it. However, what was in pain was not his body, but his heart.

He stood blankly at the door for a long time, all the way until the unusual discomposure on Jiang Jia's face disappeared. Then he put on his cold mask again and returned to the cold, gloomy look in the shop's Director Jiang's eyes.

He slowly hung the key that he was still holding in his hand by the door. Perhaps he had just unconsciously held it, but the sharp corner of the key had sunk into his flesh, leaving a purple mark. However, as if he had no consciousness, Jiang Jia Han took off his jacket and casually threw it on the sofa.

All the servants in the villa were dismissed by Jiang Jia. This was the home where he and An Ning used to live. Only the workers were assigned to clean up the place every day.

Jiang Jia Han did not know why, but he looked around one room at a time, and the lights in each room were turned on. Jiang Jia Han walked in and looked around once, and then walked towards the next room, and after he finished looking at the three story villa, the entire house was lit up, but there was only Jiang Jia Han left.

Sitting on the sofa dejectedly, Jiang Jia finally believed that the lights in the house seemed to have been turned off when the workers left, and the person he was thinking about didn't come back.

Jiang Jia Han's house was so empty that it was terrifying, after taking a quick bath, he entered the bedroom. Originally, Jiang Jia Han liked the decoration of the house, but now it looked cold and hard like an ice cave. Jiang Jia Han became even more upset, and his whole body was buried in the blanket, showing that he was quite weak.

In this house, there was no An Ning. Everything that should have been normal became annoying to Jiang Jia Han. He kept his eyes open until the early hours of the morning and finally, Jiang Jia Han fell into a deep sleep. He was too tired.

He secretly made a decision. He wanted to pursue An Ning again. He wanted her to see the love he had never given her before. Without An Ning, his life would be difficult for her every second.

The cool sunlight drilled through the gaps between the curtains, casting a ray of light on the floor. Jiang Jia, who was trapped in the soft black blanket, slightly moved, and slowly opened her eyes. Although she had just fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning, her strong work habits had still caused him to wake up at six o'clock.

His dark pupils were still hazy, but they quickly disappeared. Replacing them was a bright and clear area, and Jiang Xian sat up with a cold expression on his face. Because he didn't have enough rest, his brain was still feeling a bit uncomfortable.

It was always a black suit, custom-made from an Italian century-old craftsman. The delicate silver cuffs on the sleeves refracted the light from the movements of his hands, perhaps because he was looking forward to seeing An Ning and wanted to properly dress himself up, but instead of wearing the stiff black tie he usually wore, he chose a thin tie with a dark blue pattern on it, diluting the suppressive feeling brought by the suit.

He stood in front of her door, his broad shoulders and narrow waist outlined in golden light, like a model who had just stepped off the stage at Paris Fashion Week. He was holding a stack of lunchboxes angrily, like a husband who had just returned from a trip downstairs to buy his wife breakfast.

The jujube colored solid wood lunchbox was held heavily in his hands, and on it was the low key sign of "Rong Bao Zhai". However, those who knew what was in the box knew that this breakfast was limited to 50 servings per day, and the price was too high, so it was definitely not something an ordinary family could afford.

Being glanced at strangely by the passing grandma, Jiang Jianxue pursed her lips and walked upstairs. She didn't know why, but she hadn't felt nervous for a long time, and now she felt a little nervous.

Standing in front of An Ning's house, Jiang Xian raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. Under the ringing of the bell, Jiang Xian heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside. Then, An Ning and Jiang Jia Han looked at each other in the cat's eyes.

The toothbrush in her hand almost fell to the ground. An Ning took two steps back, praying that Jiang Jia Han didn't see her. She could still pretend that she wasn't home, but the next sound broke her daydreams.