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After saying that, he didn't give the other person a chance to speak and hung up the phone indifferently.

Tang Yueying held her phone, staring in disbelief at the screen where the call had been disconnected. Tears finally streamed down her face.

Xie Qingshi actually got involved with Sang Huan!

Not only did they get mixed up, but he even yelled at himself for that woman Sang Huan!

How could that vixen Sang Huan have gotten involved with Xie Qingshi?! How could those two even have anything to do with each other?!

Frustration welled up inside Tang Yueying, and she clenched her fists tightly. She was unwilling! Unwilling to lose to someone like Sang Huan!

A cold glint appeared in Tang Yueying's eyes as she clenched her teeth. Xie Qingshi could only be her fiancé; she wouldn't allow anyone to take him away!

What's more, this person is Sang Huan!

She's nothing but a parasitic vine that uses her beauty to climb up to a sugar daddy. She'd like to see if Xie Qingshi would still want her if Sang Huan's face was ruined and her reputation was tarnished!

Jealousy and resentment surged in his eyes, and a vicious plan surfaced in his mind!

Tang Yueying gripped her phone tightly, her exquisitely manicured nails digging into her palms, and turned to run quickly towards the door!

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In the living room, the light from the ceiling lamp slanted down, casting a warm yellow halo on the man.

Xie Qingshi's hair was still damp from taking a bath with his girlfriend.

Her wispy bangs hung down her forehead, her long, thick eyelashes were stuck together by moisture, and the pale skin at the corners of her eyes still had a faint redness from the recent treatment.

He finally managed to coax Huanhuan to sleep and was preparing to take some time to finish all his official duties for the next two days so he could spend time with his girlfriend.

As soon as I stepped out of the living room, I was drawn to the buzzing, vibrating cell phone.

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingshi did not put the phone down.

Sang Huan's phone screen was not password protected. After the call ended automatically, her chat history with Tang Yueying was displayed on the screen.

Xie Qingshi originally had no intention of spying on his girlfriend's privacy, but when he thought of Tang Yueying's terrible attitude towards him earlier, and also remembered Sang Huan's frequent use of the term "senior sister," he was moved to think about it.

He lowered his gaze for a moment, then finally tapped the screen, his slender fingers slowly swiping down to view their chat history...

Time slipped by unnoticed, the high-hanging sun gradually sank in the west, and the city lit up with dazzling light.

When Sang Huan woke up, the room was pitch black. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a warm yellow light poured out from the crack.

She slept for a long time, and the soreness in her body dissipated considerably thanks to Xie Qingshi's aftercare.

With no one beside her, Sang Huan blinked, not calling out softly as she had in the morning.

She rolled out of bed, her legs feeling a little weak when they touched the ground, but fortunately she reacted quickly and managed to regain her balance, thus averting a tragedy.

After regaining her balance, Sang Huan slowly took a step and quietly approached the door.

Peeking through the crack, she saw the man sitting silently on the sofa working on documents. She blinked, a wicked thought creeping into her mind.

Sang Huan quietly opened the door and stepped cautiously behind Xie Qingshi.

Then she suddenly reached out her slender, white arm and slowly wrapped it around the man's neck, speaking softly.

"Wow! What's my boyfriend doing?"

Xie Qingshi, who had heard the girl's footsteps earlier, felt somewhat helpless. He let out an "Ah!" and then turned around to look.

"You felt so uncomfortable, why didn't you just call me?"

Seeing his feigned reaction, Sang Huan couldn't help but puff out her cheeks and rolled into his arms as the man gripped her waist, adjusting herself into a comfortable position to lie down.

"I saw you weren't in the room, so I assumed you were busy and didn't want to bother you."

Hearing this, Xie Qingshi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the girl lying unreservedly in his arms. He pinched the smooth, soft flesh of the girl's waist with his slender fingers, his tone amused.

"Is this what you call not disturbing?"

"Is this considered disturbing?"

Sang Huan blinked, her slender, white hand slipping under the man's clothes and then gently pinching him without any hesitation.

Xie Qingshi was caught off guard and let out a muffled groan. He quickly reached out and grabbed her mischievous hand, his voice low and dangerous.

"Huanhuan!"

Sang Huan quickly withdrew her hand like a little mudfish, then rolled over as if she knew nothing and kicked Xie Qingshi's thigh with her foot.

Her sweet, affected tone was almost cloying, yet it carried an air of imperiousness.

"I'm hungry, boyfriend, hurry up and cook."

Xie Qingshi was so charmed by her appearance that he grabbed the girl's arm and kissed her.

After being unhappily chased away by Sang Huan, Xie Qingshi turned around and went into the kitchen.

After everyone left her sight, Sang Huan picked up her phone, which she had "left behind" on the coffee table. The moment she turned it on, the screen automatically jumped to the homepage.

She raised an eyebrow, opened her chat window with Tang Yueying, and saw that there had been a three-minute voice call half an hour earlier.

Apart from this voice call, the chat box was empty, displaying nothing except Tang Yueying's angry outburst from a few days ago and her worried and comforting messages when she couldn't find anyone.

Given Tang Yueying's personality and current state, how could she possibly not go crazy knowing about her relationship with Xie Qingshi?

The overly clean page made Sang Huan realize without even thinking that it was Xie Qingshi who created it.

Keeping the voice call going is also a way of saying that he won't hide anything from him.

While Sang Huan was still asleep, Xie Qingshi had already prepared the dishes.

As soon as Sang Huan picked up her phone, a rich aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

She looked up and saw Xie Qingshi wearing an apron and carrying food out.

Noticing that Sang Huan was holding her phone, he didn't hesitate for a moment. After placing all the dishes on the table, he spoke softly.

"Let's eat first. We can talk about it after we finish eating."

"it is good."

The man picked her up and carried her to a chair. After she finished eating and tidied up, she returned to the sofa.

Xie Qingshi washed some more fruit for Sang Huan before sitting down opposite her again.

"Huanhuan, I'm sorry."

"Why should I apologize?"

"It is disrespectful of me to answer your call without your permission."

The man's dark pupils were fixed on her, his tone serious.

Sang Huan wasn't angry. She hugged the pillow, tilted her head, and looked at him with her eyes crinkled.

"But we're boyfriend and girlfriend, I don't think this is disrespectful, and you only answered the phone because I was asleep, didn't you?"

Facing the girl's clear eyes, Xie Qingshi's fingertips curled slightly, and his throat felt a little dry.

"Besides this, there's something else I haven't told you: my former fiancée was... Tang Yueying."

The man took a deep breath, and his usually calm and handsome face showed a rare hint of tension.

"I'm sorry, Huanhuan, I didn't know you had this relationship with her. But Huanhuan, my engagement to her was just a family arrangement, and I have no feelings for her whatsoever."

The day after I met you, I immediately contacted my family and the Tang family to break off the engagement. You're the only one I love. Perhaps this decision makes you think I'm a promiscuous person, but I…”

"Won't!"

Before he could finish his slightly nervous words, Sang Huan interrupted him.

Xie Qingshi was taken aback, and subconsciously looked up to meet the girl's clear, bright eyes.