She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 189 Missing Home

Liu Jingyi gazed at the intertwined reflections of the two people on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly,
"Is it quick to get to Suzhou from here?"

Leng Yunting turned his face, revealing a cold and serious face under the lamplight. His features were three-dimensional, exquisite and beautiful like a sculpture, and his deep eyes stared at her quietly for a long time.

He silently tightened his grip on her fingers and asked, "Didn't you dislike Suzhou? Why did you bring this up? Do you want to go?"

Liu Jingyi shook her head: "I don't want to go, I just suddenly thought of it."

Leng Yunting gazed at her profile; it was delicate and petite, and her skin looked incredibly smooth under the moonlight, making his hands itch to touch it.

He suppressed the impulse in his heart and said, "Well, it's not fast, but it's not slow either, about five or six hours' drive."

Liu Jingyi thought about it and realized it didn't seem that close.

Liu Jingyi took his arm and slowly stopped. The evening breeze ruffled her long hair, revealing her delicate features. She suddenly asked,
"Do you know who killed Chen Xingjie?"

She suddenly became quite curious.

Chen Xingjie is very tactful and always greets everyone with a smile, so he doesn't seem like the type to make enemies.

But if there were no enmity between them, no one would take a knife to kill him for no reason.

Murder is punishable by execution.

Since they're willing to risk being executed to do this, there must be some deep-seated hatred between them.

Liu Jingyi knew a little about this older brother from next door whom she had known since childhood.

It's unlikely that he has any deep-seated grudges against anyone.

I don't know who was driven to the brink by Chen Xingjie, that would lead them to such a desperate act.

Leng Yunting said, "I didn't ask in detail."

Of course, Leng Yunting felt that he had made a special trip there.

But he could never remember.

He remembered who else he met and what important things he said.

But why doesn't he remember?

He shook his head, I don't know why, maybe he's getting old!
Once Liu Jingyi started talking, she suddenly couldn't stop.
"Did that person explain why they did it? Intentional murder is a serious crime."

Leng Yunting was never one to meddle in other people's business.

However, Fu Jiexuan was an impatient person. When he heard about it, he went to the police station to ask about the whole story in detail.

The killer appears to be very young.

Very young.

There was no clear reason for hurting someone.

I just want Chen Xingjie to die.

"They didn't say. There might be some grudges between them that we don't know about."

"I think that's it."

Liu Jingyi asked one last question: "Then what about the person who hurt him?"

Leng Yunting told her, "The verdict has already been reached."

There's no need to go into details.

Intentional homicide, especially when the perpetrator is a talent needed by the country, will not be tolerated by the law.

Liu Jingyi was just asking.

I was just a little curious.

It seems like a win-win situation, where both sides suffer the consequences.

The wind blowing across the river stung her face.

Liu Jingyi turned around and snuggled into Leng Yunting's arms again.

They clearly regarded him as someone who would shelter them from the wind and rain.

Sometimes she felt that she must have done something good in her past life.

You'll only meet someone like Leng Yunting once in your life.

He endured her bad temper, her capriciousness, and all her flaws.

"I'm a little cold and sleepy, let's go back," Liu Jingyi whispered, nestled in his arms.

Leng Yunting gently rubbed her head, while his other hand held her tightly, his palm warm and hot, the temperature of her blood deeply imprinted on his palm.

Liu Jingyi suddenly raised her head and pulled her hand out of his palm.

She stood on tiptoe, cupped his face in her hands, pressed her lips to his, and kissed him.

A woman's lips are very soft.

It has a soft and chewy texture, and a delicate fragrance.

She kissed him somewhat urgently, yet also with a touch of shyness, and even accidentally bumped her teeth.

Liu Jingyi was very shrewd; she would only give him a little bit of sweetness each time, and would not go any further.

Even if I wanted to kiss him right now, I would only give him a light kiss and wouldn't do anything more.

But Leng Yunting hadn't had enough of her yet, so he wasn't about to let her go so easily.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head, and began to plunder her without restraint.

Liu Jingyi couldn't breathe.

She tried to back away, but instead, she was met with even more outrageous demands.

Fortunately, when she kissed him, she specifically looked around and found that it was in a relatively secluded corner.

The night was very dark, pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly, nor could anyone see you.

Otherwise, Liu Jingyi felt she wouldn't be able to face anyone anymore.

She was struggling to breathe, as if she were lacking oxygen, and she made muffled, whimpering sounds that were both pitiful and touching.

She felt as if she were being submerged in damp seawater, with nowhere to struggle.

Just before she was about to faint, Liu Jingyi was finally able to breathe heavily.

All these years later, she still hasn't realized that her pitiful expression at such times won't elicit a man's sympathy; it will only arouse his more terrifying desire for control.

Gentleness can be faked.

Consideration can be faked.

Only when it comes to matters between men and women will a man's true nature not be disguised.

Liu Jingyi suffered so much because she didn't understand and no one taught her.

As long as they weren't in bed, Leng Yunting would genuinely listen to everything she said.

Liu Jingyi suddenly got a little angry, kicked Leng Yunting twice, and complained.

"How can you be so reckless?"

Leng Yunting looked at her moist lips, which were red and swollen, and looked quite pitiful.

He stroked her hair, staring at her mouth: "It seems a bit too much."

Although Leng Yunting said that, there was not a trace of remorse in his eyes.

Leng Yunting will do the same thing again next time.

Leng Yunting really never learns this lesson.

But Liu Jingyi was the only one who foolishly thought that Leng Yunting might not have done it on purpose, mainly because he always apologized very well.

It doesn't rain often here, but for some reason, it's been raining every day since Liu Jingyi stayed here.

She then lost even more desire to stay there.

She is a little homesick.

She's someone who likes staying at home; she seems to crave stability and wants to live a carefree, laid-back life.

Leng Ling and Leng Sheng, who were at home, also missed their mother.

Ling'er calls her mother as soon as she gets out of school.

Actually, she didn't have anything important to say; she just missed her mother.

When Liu Jingyi received Ling'er's call, she suddenly felt an even stronger urge to go back.

"Ling'er, did you miss Mommy? Did you eat well at home? Did you behave well? Is tomorrow a holiday? Where's your brother?"