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

Ling Jingyuan didn't say anything, but just finished the half glass of wine in his glass in one gulp. He suddenly stood up and looked at the two of them.

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

Fu Libai raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Had he come to his senses?

Seeing that his friend had finally stopped drinking, Fu Libai nodded, "Okay, I'll take you home."

"No need for a driver, you guys drink, I'm leaving."

After Ling Jingyuan finished speaking, he nodded to the two of them and quickly left the private room. Fu Libai watched Ling Jingyuan's disappearing figure and slowly withdrew his gaze, glancing at Zhou Siye.

"Siye, what's wrong with you today? Is something on your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Siye remained silent, only gently swirling the glass in his hand. After a long while, he finally spoke softly, "I'm wavering."

"What?"

Fu Libai was taking a sip of wine and didn't immediately understand what Zhou Siye meant.

Zhou Siye gently stroked the rim of the glass with his index finger and said in a low voice, "I'm having second thoughts about the marriage alliance with the Meng family."

Fu Libai heard him clearly this time and was slightly taken aback. He looked at Zhou Siye. He knew his friend too well. If he could say such a thing, then the marriage alliance with the Meng family was most likely to fall through.

Fu Libai raised an eyebrow. "Because of what?"

Zhou Siye gently placed the glass in his hand on the table, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Yes, why?

He had asked himself the same question. In his eyes, everything was about profit, and maximizing his own profit had always been his principle as a businessman.

The marriage alliance with the Meng family would be entirely beneficial to him, so why did he resist and refuse it from the bottom of his heart?

Why?

Zhou Siye couldn't explain it clearly at the moment, but he just didn't want to arrange another marriage.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt bored."

Zhou Siye calmly uttered a sentence, as if he were talking about the weather.

Upon hearing this, Fu Libai glanced at his friend and a slight smile crept onto his lips. He had a feeling that something was amiss here!

"OK, whatever you do, I'll support you, brother."

Zhou Siye glanced at Fu Libai and lightly touched his wine glass to his. The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without words.

Ling Jingyuan got into the car and sat in the back seat, hidden in the shadows. Seeing this, the driver in the front seat couldn't help but ask softly, "Mr. Ling, where are we going today?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jingyuan's slightly closed eyes trembled slightly. Almost without thinking, he recited an address. The driver was slightly taken aback. This neighborhood...

After Ling Jingyuan finished speaking, he realized that he was referring to the neighborhood where Jiang Zhi lived.

"Let's go here."

Ling Jingyuan hesitated for two seconds before finally speaking. The driver nodded, and the car quickly merged into the traffic.

Not long after, Ling Jingyuan sat in the car, looking at the dark house of Jiang Zhi. He sat there for half an hour with a deep look in his eyes.

"Let's go."

He sobered up a bit and slowly withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyes.

He couldn't resist after all...

Ling Jingyuan's car came and went quietly. Jiang Zhi, who had taken her medicine and gone to bed early, had no idea that Ling Jingyuan had come.

the next day.

Jiang Zhi got up and felt that her cold seemed to be worse than yesterday. She frowned, took out some cold medicine, and took another pill.

Although she felt very unwell, she still got up to go to work, because the company wouldn't allow her to take leave just because she had a cold.

Fortunately, it's already Thursday. I can rest after tomorrow, Friday.

Jiang Zhi quickly tidied herself up and left the house.

Upon arriving at the company, it felt like entering a cattle pen; the intense work atmosphere immediately enveloped Jiang Zhi.

In the morning, I went out to the client's office for a project meeting; in the afternoon, I went out to approve proposals and submit materials; and then I went back to the company to continue developing proposals.

Jiang Zhi was so busy all day that she barely had time to drink any water. When she finally got off work, she felt extremely dizzy and just wanted to go home and lie down.

When Jiang Zhi returned home, she had little appetite, so she took her medicine, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom, she paused slightly when she saw the many toiletries belonging to Ling Jingyuan that had been left there. Did he still want these things?

Or did she just throw them all away?

Jiang Zhi quickly washed up, and after thinking for a moment, she took out a bag and put away all the man's belongings.

Back in the bedroom, she opened the wardrobe and found three or five sets of clothes that the man had deliberately put there at some point, and even brand new underwear in the drawer.

Jiang Zhi paused slightly, her expression complicated, and silently took another bag and put the man's clothes and underwear in.

Jiang Zhi knew the man's clothes were definitely not cheap, and she was at a loss as she looked at the clothes in the bag.

She couldn't just let him throw these things away carelessly; what he was throwing away wasn't just clothes, it was millions.

What if that man asks her to pay him back? She doesn't have the money to pay him back.

When Qian Jiangzhi returned to the living room, she saw several bags that had never been opened since they were bought, next to the sofa. Inside were the designer bags and clothes worth tens of millions of yuan that her friend had mentioned last time.

All of this should be returned to that man; if you're going to break things off, then break them off cleanly.

Jiang Zhi packed up all the man's belongings, went back to her room, lay down on the bed, and found it difficult to breathe through her nose with a runny nose.

She reached for the tissues on the bedside table but found none. She naturally opened the drawer to get more tissues, but was surprised by the neatly arranged, colorful boxes inside.

She quickly looked away, grabbed a tissue, and closed the drawer.

Oh right, and these things too. Should we return these things as well?

Jiang Zhi felt something was very strange. She kept sneezing and her throat hurt terribly every time she swallowed.

Jiang Zhi stopped thinking about it and drifted off to sleep.

On Friday, Jiang Zhi felt that her cold had gotten worse. She felt dizzy and weak all day. Finally, when it was time to leave work, she insisted on finishing her work, turned off her computer, and rushed home.

Jiang arrived downstairs.

Inside an inconspicuous car, Ling Jingyuan frowned slightly as he looked at Jiang Zhi's somewhat tired figure.

When Jiang Zhi returned home, she first took her cold medicine, then nestled on the sofa and looked at Ling Jingyuan's things that she had tidied up in the living room.

After much hesitation, she finally sent Ling Jingyuan a message.

[Jiang Zhi: Mr. Ling, I will send the clothes, belongings, and bags you left here to your apartment complex via express delivery. Please remember to receive them when they arrive.]

Jiang Zhi was about to call a courier after sending the text message when her phone suddenly vibrated. She saw that Ling Jingyuan had replied with a message.

[Ling Jingyuan: No need to send it, I'll pick it up myself.]

Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She glanced at the several large bags of things on the ground and finally replied with an "okay".

It's better if he comes to collect it himself. He can see it clearly in person and avoid any trouble of missing or oversight. After all, these things are worth tens of millions, and she can't afford to pay back even one missing item.

Jiang Zhi moved the bags to the doorway, so she could just hand them to him when he arrived; he wouldn't need to come inside.

After Jiang Zhi finished moving her things and returned to the sofa, she felt increasingly dizzy and uncomfortable all over. Before she could think any further, the doorbell rang.

"Jiang Zhi, open the door. It's me, Ling Jingyuan."

Ling Jingyuan's familiar voice rang out from the doorway.

Jiang Zhi was somewhat surprised; how did this man arrive so quickly?

She forced herself to get up, walked to the door, opened it, and then took out several bags from inside and placed them in front of Ling Jingyuan.

"Mr. Ling, all your things are here. Please check them in person to see if anything is missing."

As soon as Jiang Zhi finished speaking, a tickle in her throat made her cough. The flush on her face from the fever turned even redder from the cough.

Upon hearing this, Ling Jingyuan ignored the things on the ground and kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Zhi's face. His eyes darkened and he frowned slightly.

What's wrong with this woman? Has she even eaten properly?

I haven't seen her for only a few days, but she seems to have lost a lot of weight.

And what's with this abnormal redness on my face?

Is this a fever or an illness?

Seeing the man remain silent, Jiang Zhi grew anxious and whispered a reminder, "President Ling, cough cough cough..."

But before he could finish speaking, he started coughing violently again.

Ling Jingyuan could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms. He reached out and touched Jiang Zhi's forehead, only to find that it was burning hot, indicating that she had a fever.

Is this how a woman takes care of herself? She doesn't even realize she has a fever!

"President Ling, you..."

"Jiang Zhi, don't speak!"

At this moment, Ling Jingyuan's eyes were deep and dark, frighteningly so, and his whole body exuded a dangerously low-pressure aura.

Jiang Zhi was slightly startled. Her head became increasingly dizzy and her body temperature rose higher and higher. Only then did Jiang Zhi realize that she might have a fever.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't say a word, and Ling Jing carried her into the bedroom. Jiang Zhi lay on the bed, looking at the man on the phone outside the door. Her eyes, which were filled with pain, couldn't stay awake any longer and she drifted off to sleep.

When Ling Jingyuan returned, his dark eyes, filled with helplessness and tenderness, looked at the woman sleeping on the bed.

"Jiang Zhi, I lost."

He accepted his fate.