They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Liu Meng slept soundly that night.

Although it wasn't in my own home, and it wasn't my familiar bed.

But she felt exceptionally at ease.

After finally speaking out about what had been weighing on my mind for so long, I felt a huge sense of relief.

The only minor incident was a few muffled thuds in the middle of the night.

A female voice, as if her mouth had been covered by something.

Liu Meng turned over in a daze, thinking she had misheard.

Without thinking much about it, she fell into a deep sleep again.

The next morning, Liu Meng and Shen Qingning met in the corridor.

Shen Qingning was wearing a silk nightgown, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders.

Liu Meng was still wearing the camel-colored coat she wore last night.

She was still wearing yesterday's clothes; she hadn't had time to change.

The two looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment.

Shen Qingning was the first to peek out.

She turned to look into the room; the door was open, and the room was empty.

The bed sheets were made neatly.

There was no one else in sight.

Shen Qingning frowned.

That's not right!

In her experience, Jiang Han was never the type to spit out meat that was offered to him.

He didn't let Qiu Siyao get away with changing her uniform in the car.

Lin Yaoyao was helped by her own mother locking her in the door, and he didn't let her off the hook either.

In the early stages of the breakup, she sent messages to me late at night many times, saying that she would not get back together.

He didn't hold back at all the effort he had to put in.

Simple, straightforward, and direct.

They are ruthless in demanding bribes and favors.

This is the true Jianghan Plain.

Shen Qingning walked quickly to the door of the master bedroom and glanced inside again.

The red bed sheets were neatly arranged by the cleaning lady.

There were no signs of the pillow being pressed down, and the corners of the blanket had not been pulled back.

There wasn't even a water glass on the bedside table.

Clearly, this is not the battlefield from last night.

"Sister Meng."

Shen Qingning turned her head, her eyes filled with obvious confusion.

"Jiang Han wasn't with you last night?"

Liu Meng blushed.

She stood in the corridor, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the collar of her coat.

She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday under her coat.

"He...he said there's no rush."

"Let me rest first."

"Let's talk about it after things have settled down."

Shen Qingning was startled.

No rush?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Given Jiang Han's personality, such words are never a sign of backing down.

He's definitely up to something new again.

The moment you seem to let go is often the moment you are most at ease.

What exactly does Jiang Han mean by "the dust has settled"?

Is the Jiang family's case a knot in Liu Meng's heart?

Or both.

However, the current suspicion does not lie with Liu Meng.

Jiang Han was not in the master bedroom, nor in Liu Meng's room.

All the guest rooms in the villa are empty.

The corridor was quiet, with only the clock downstairs ticking.

That leaves only one option.

Lin Yaoyao's room.

Shen Qingning walked quietly to Lin Yaoyao's door without knocking.

The movement was very gentle, only opening a small gap.

Dim light shone through the crack in the door.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The scene inside the room made Shen Qingning's lips twitch slightly.

Jiang Han leaned against the headboard, shirtless, leisurely scrolling through his phone with one hand.

The expression on his face was exactly the same as when he was checking the box office data last night.

He even picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip.

In contrast, Lin Yaoyao.

With his head tilted to the side, he sprawled out on the other side of the bed.

Her hair was covering half her face, and the blanket only reached her waist.

One arm was draped over the edge of the bed, and the other rested on his forehead.

His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing was deep and long.

The sun is practically high in the sky, and they're still fast asleep.

There was no response to the noise at the door.

Her sleeping posture was so unrestrained that it was completely different from the usually refined voice actress.

Liu Meng also came over and peeked through the crack in the door.

She saw Lin Yaoyao looking completely broken down.

I saw Jiang Han's relaxed expression as he scrolled through his phone again.

Liu Meng was so frightened that she took several steps back.

She suddenly felt a little relieved that Jiang Han had let her go last night.

After all that had happened...

She learned the shocking truth from her mother.

She cried several times and then drove to the Bicui Manor in the middle of the night.

My emotions were fluctuating wildly, and my body was already exhausted.

Who could stand being tormented like this all night?

Yao Yao is usually such a lively and active person.

I'm sleeping so soundly now that I can barely hear my breathing.

Thankfully, I can still stand.

Shen Qingning gently closed the door.

The two stood in the corridor, neither of them speaking for a moment.

The light in the corridor was soft, with morning light streaming in from the window at the end.

Liu Meng looked down at her toes; the tips of her ears were still red.

She hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"He said last night that he hoped my first time would be a happy memory."

"So I don't want to be too hasty."

Shen Qingning was stunned for a moment.

Then she laughed.

She never expected Jiang Han to say such a thing.

The man who pinned her to the bed on the night of their breakup and used all his strength on her.

The Jianghan Plain is indeed different now.

Still a jerk, but a jerk with more patience than before.

Shen Qingning reached out and patted Liu Meng on the shoulder.

"Let's go downstairs and make breakfast."

"Let Yaoyao sleep a little longer."

"When she wakes up, she'll probably say her legs are weak again."

The two of them tiptoed downstairs.

Liu Meng walked very lightly, as if afraid of waking someone.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Shen Qingning went straight into the kitchen.

She took eggs, milk, and whole-wheat bread from the refrigerator.

Liu Meng stood at the kitchen doorway, looking somewhat uneasy.

"How can I help?"

Do you know how to fry an egg?

"Yes."

Liu Meng walked into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and picked up a spatula.

Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, falling on the two people.

The sound of the spatula hitting the bottom of the pan was very soft, and the oil slowly heated up in the pan.

Shen Qingning stood to the side, watching Liu Meng carefully crack the egg into the pot.

The egg white quickly solidified into a white color in the hot oil, with the edges curling up slightly.

Liu Meng stared intently at the fried eggs in the pan, her spatula never stopping.

"Qingning, after Jiang Han asked me to go upstairs last night, I sat in my room for a long time."

"I'm wondering if I'm good enough for him."

Shen Qingning didn't rush to speak, waiting for the other person to finish.

"I figured it out later."

Liu Meng flipped the spatula, and the egg mixture swayed gently in the pan.

"It's not a question of whether they are worthy or not."

"It's a matter of whether I want to or not, and whether he's willing or not."

"He's willing, and so am I. We can talk about other things later."

Shen Qingning took the spatula from her and put the fried eggs into a plate.

"Sister Meng, you're smarter than I was back then."

"It took me a long time to understand this."

In Lin Yaoyao's room, the curtains were still drawn tightly.

After checking the last box office data, Jiang Han placed his phone on the bedside table.

He glanced at Lin Yaoyao, who was still fast asleep beside him.

Her head somehow ended up on the edge of his pillow.

He mumbled something indistinctly.

They're probably not coming, or they're sparing me.

Ha ha!

You were the most outspoken one back then.

You are the weakest person right now.

No, that won't do! I need to practice more!

Jiang Han pulled the blanket up to cover Lin Yaoyao's exposed shoulders.

Then I got out of bed and got dressed.

The faint sounds of Shen Qingning and Liu Meng talking in hushed tones could be heard downstairs.

He leaned against the armrest, a very faint smile playing on his lips.