After one night of indulgence, the abstinent tycoon kissed her every night with his hand on her hip.

Private club rooms.

Fu Libai looked at Zhou Siye, who was dressed in a bespoke suit, and nodded slightly as he entered the room.

Fu Libai: "Why are you only arriving now?"

Zhou Siye sat down opposite him, his long legs, encased in a suit, casually crossed. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, picked up the wine on the table, and took a small sip.

Zhou Siye: "There was an urgent meeting regarding a project."

He glanced at the other empty seat and frowned slightly. "Jingyuan is really not coming?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Libai fiddled with the glass in his hand and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Judging from this, they definitely aren't coming again."

Zhou Siye took a sip of his drink, his expression indifferent. "Do you think he was referring to people or cats when he said 'cat'?"

Fu Libai chuckled softly and glanced at Zhou Siye with a playful expression.

"What, Brother Ye, you don't have any at home?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Siye smiled faintly, and as if he had thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He finished the wine in his glass in one gulp, then stood up and said something to Fu Libai.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm going home."

Fu Libai glanced at Zhou Siye lightly, then waved his hand at him with an expression of complete annoyance.

"Fine, fine, you guys are amazing, one or two of you even have cats at home. Go away, go away, stop bothering me!"

Zhou Siye chuckled softly upon hearing this, "Let's go."

He left a sentence behind and strode out of the private room with his long legs.

"You're all clearly wolves in sheep's clothing, yet you're pretending. Are you raising cats? You're clearly just harassing people with your looks..."

Fu Libai rolled his eyes without any regard for his image as he looked at the empty private room where he was the only one.

Well, everyone's gone, and he wasn't really in the mood to drink anymore. He downed the glass of wine in his hand in one gulp and slowly stood up.

Since one or two of them already have women, shouldn't he also find one?

Thinking of this, a woman's image suddenly flashed through his mind. Fu Libai's eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled faintly as he stepped out of the private room.

The old Ling family house, Ms. Zhou's bedroom.

Mr. Ling was leaning against the headboard reading a book when Ms. Zhou finished washing up and was about to get into bed. Mr. Ling put down his book, gently lifted the blanket, and gave Ms. Zhou a warm smile.

Seeing this, Ms. Zhou naturally got into bed, opened her phone, and excitedly handed it to Mr. Ling.

"Hey, Lao Ling, look at this. Your son's girlfriend is our daughter-in-law. She's really pretty."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ling glanced at the photo on Ms. Zhou's phone and noticed that it wasn't the one Ling Jingyuan had sent last time; it was a clear photo of her face.

Mr. Ling raised his eyes, glanced at Ms. Zhou, and said with a faint smile, "You had someone investigate?"

Ms. Zhou noticed that Mr. Ling seemed intrigued by what he heard and looked at him with a gossipy expression.

"Do you know what your son did to that person?"

Ling's father looked at his wife with a hint of doting amusement in his deep, dark eyes and asked softly, "Hmm, what did he do?"

"Hey, let me tell you, I was shocked when I found out what I was getting into. Your son's affair with that girl actually started in Country F..."

After listening calmly to Ms. Zhou's passionate recounting of gossip about her son, a look of understanding appeared on his refined and handsome face.

It turns out they haven't caught up yet; their abilities are a bit lacking, and their speed is a bit slow.

Ms. Zhou liked Jiang Zhi's photos on her phone more and more. Jiang Zhi was an athlete who had won glory for the country, but her body was greatly affected by years of training since childhood. After giving birth to Ling Jingyuan, she could not get pregnant again.

So she had some regrets that her dream of having a daughter had not come true, but now she likes Jiang Zhi as soon as she sees his photo.

The girl had clear, pure eyes, and a beautiful, innocent appearance. She couldn't even imagine how beautiful their baby would be if her son married this girl!

"Hey, Lao Ling, do you think your son is no good? How come he hasn't won over that girl yet after all this time?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ling glanced at his wife, gently pulled her into his arms, and kissed Ms. Zhou's lips.

"Yeah, he's nowhere near as good as his dad..."

Ms. Zhou blushed and unconsciously wrapped her arms around Mr. Ling's neck. Over the years, his passion and clinginess towards her remained unchanged, and she was powerless to resist, always losing. In all these years, she had never won against this man in bed...

……

Jiang Zhijia.

Jiang Zhi slept very soundly and comfortably. She slowly opened her eyes, stretched comfortably, and then leisurely got out of bed.

When I came to the living room and checked the time, I realized that she had actually slept until evening.

Jiang Zhi poured herself a glass of water and took a few sips. She was thinking about what she could find in the refrigerator to cook for dinner when she heard her doorbell ring.

Ever since Wang Cong's incident, Jiang Zhi had become more cautious. She walked silently to the door, and paused slightly, looking at the person who appeared through the video doorbell.

It was actually Ling Jingyuan! What's he doing here?

Ling Jingyuan stood at Jiang Zhi's door with the packed dinner in his hand, looking at the door that remained closed for a long time and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Where is this woman? Could something have happened to her?

Just as Jiang Zhi was about to pretend she was dead and that no one was home, her phone suddenly rang. It turned out that Ling Jingyuan had called her directly.

Hearing Jiang Zhi's familiar ringtone from inside the living room, Ling Jingyuan outside the door breathed a slight sigh of relief; she was home and safe.

"Jiang Zhi, it's me. Open the door."

"I know you're inside, open the door."

Ling Jingyuan's voice rose a few decibels, carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

Jiang Zhi hesitated for a few seconds before finally opening the door, but she only opened a small hole and peeked at the man.

"Mr. Ling, is there something you need from me?"

Upon hearing the woman's address, Ling Jingyuan's dark eyes darkened slightly, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, looked at Jiang Zhi with a deep gaze, reached out and opened the door, then squeezed inside.

President Ling?

It seems his skills weren't up to par, which is why she didn't remember it well.

Ling Jingyuan walked a few steps to the dining table, placed the food box he was carrying on the table, and then walked towards Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi looked at the man walking towards her and couldn't help but feel a little nervous and scared. What was this man going to do now?

"Mr. Ling, it's late, please go home..."

"Well……"

Before she could finish speaking, the man abruptly cut her off. Ling Jingyuan reached out and pulled her towards him, and Jiang Zhi's small frame was immediately held tightly in his arms.

The man's lips pressed tightly against Jiang Zhi's, his voice low and tinged with danger.

"Designer Jiang, your memory seems to be a bit off. Looks like... I'll have to help you remember how to address me..."

Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. What did this man mean?

Just as Jiang Zhi was wondering, she saw the man hold her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his body, and whisper in her ear.

"Honey, you've forgotten what I taught you?"