After three years of misplaced affection, Mrs. Yu is no longer willing to pretend to be obedient.

Let's go home together.

It sounds like Zeng Ying really has moved to No. 16 Yunsong Bay.

Even though she did such a willful and reckless thing, and almost got herself arrested, Yu Yunting still forgave her and even let her move into his house.

They are truly a brother and sister with a harmonious relationship.

Jane couldn't help but clench her fists.

Forget it, she's just an outsider, why is she meddling in the affairs of those two siblings?

There's no need for them to affect your mood.

"Now that I've finished my work for today, I have something to take care of, so I'll head back first." Jian Ailing turned around, forced a smile at the two of them, then turned and quickly walked into the elevator.

Something came up.

Are you so eager to see your sweetheart?

Yu Yunting watched her disappear into the elevator without looking back, his face cold, before turning his gaze to Zeng Ying. "I have things to do tonight. Go home first, don't wait for me."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand, turned around, and walked into his office.

Zeng Ying wanted to say something more, but seeing Yu Yunting's gloomy face and cold tone, she knew he was angry.

"Why are you still standing here instead of going out to work?" Yu Yunting walked into the office and glanced at Xu Cheng, who was standing there.

Xu Cheng fell silent, then quickly walked out of the office.

He finally understood what was going on. It seemed that Jian Ailing was angry with Yu Yunting for some reason, and the two appeared to be arguing.

The boss may have wanted to use this opportunity to ease tensions between the two parties, but she didn't give him that chance.

What happened between them?

Xu Cheng's inner gossip was burning fiercely, but he knew there were some things he shouldn't ask about, so he could only obediently leave.

"Wait." As Xu Cheng reached the office door, the man behind him suddenly called out to him.

"Xu Cheng, I need your help to investigate something."

"Please speak," Xu Cheng immediately turned around again.

"You should know how Jane Ailing and I got married, right?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Yunting brought up this topic himself, and Xu Cheng hesitated, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Hmm... I've heard a bit about it."

"Didn't you talk to the Jian family's nanny? I want to know more about the inside story." Yu Yunting turned his gaze to the French windows. "Like, where did those drugs come from? How much does she... actually know about this plan?"

"Understood... I'll look into it."

Hearing the office door close, Yu Yunting walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up his phone from the table, and made a call.

"Hey?" Jian Ailing asked, holding her phone as she walked through the underground parking lot. "Brother Ze'an, I don't think I saw your car."

"I'm in Block B, B03."

"Oh...I see." Jane opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"Where would you like to eat?"

"I'm not eating anymore. I'm going to my neighbor's house for a meal, and she saved some for me."

"Okay, then I'll take you home."

"Okay, thank you."

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. Jane looked at the street scene outside the window, her heart filled with mixed feelings. "Brother Ze'an, thank you for tonight. But you didn't need to come all the way here to find me."

"I was just passing by, don't overthink it."

Is it really just her overthinking...?

Jane bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

She also hoped that she was just overthinking things.

"No, not at all. I just started living the single life again, and to be honest, I'm quite enjoying it. So..." She awkwardly smoothed her hair, unsure if Zhou Ze'an would understand her implication.

"Of course, who doesn't like to be free? I also feel quite free being alone like this now."

"Really?" Jane Ailing turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze'an's profile.

"Really." Zhou Ze'an nodded. "You don't need to resist me like this. Just treat me like a regular friend, or maybe your brother, anything is fine, okay?"

"My brother would never say something like driving me home every day. Do you think Jason would do that?"

Zhou Zean couldn't help but smile as he thought of his good friend.

"Ailing, I hope you don't misunderstand me." Zhou Ze'an smiled slightly. "Isn't it perfectly normal for me to help a friend who's still adjusting to a new life?"

Jane thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything to refute her.

"Alright. Stop overthinking. Go back and eat and take a shower. Eating too late is bad for your health."

"Hmm...you too." Jian Ailing nodded, no longer dwelling on it, and simply pushed open the door.

"Brother Ze'an, be careful on the road." After getting out of the car, she stood by the roadside and waved to him.

"Let's go," Zhou Ze'an said with a smile.

Jane Ailing turned and left without noticing the complex emotions that flashed in her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses the moment she turned away.

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That evening, Zeng Ying pushed open the door to her room and saw a dim, faint light coming from the basement.

Just as she expected, her brother was drinking again.

Zeng Ying raised the corners of her mouth, unsure whether she should be happy or not.

She followed the light and slowly walked down the stairs.

Zeng Ying gently pushed open the door and looked at Yu Yunting lying on the sofa.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the dim light fell on his face, making his facial features appear even more defined.

Zeng Ying hadn't drunk alcohol for several days recently, and she thought he would gradually emerge from the shadow of his divorce and accept reality. She never expected to see Jian Ailing today, only to find him back to his drunken state.

But for her... this might be a good thing.

Hearing the noise, Yu Yunting slightly opened his eyes.

The familiar champagne-colored silk nightgown and the familiar scent made him momentarily unsure if he was dreaming.

"It's you...you're back?" He watched the figure approach. The wine cellar was dimly lit, and Yu Yunting could only make out the person's vague outline.

But the faint scent of perfume wafted into his nose, as if telling him that none of this was a dream.

He grasped the figure's wrist and gently pulled her into his arms.

"...Ailing?" Yu Yunting held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid that she would disappear in the next second and his world would return to loneliness.

"Mmm...yes." She wrapped her soft hands around his neck and pressed herself tightly against him.

"Wait...who are you?"