They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Morning light seeped in through the cracks in the French windows.

The thin mist over the Huangpu River has not yet dissipated.

The river surface shimmered with a pale golden light.

Xia Yutong woke up first.

She found herself completely surrounded by Jiang Han from behind.

A strong arm passed through his waist.

Place your palm on your left chest, where your heart is located.

The five fingers are slightly spread apart, and the force is not heavy.

We held hands like that for the entire night.

Xia Yutong's mind went blank for several seconds.

Look down at that hand.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

There were still marks on the back of her hand from where she had pinched herself with her nails last night.

Xia Yutong's heart was pounding in Jiang Han's palm.

Good heavens!

He actually held my hand all night.

Late last night, after several activities, Xia Yutong's consciousness was almost blurred.

All she remembered was Jiang Han holding her in his arms and saying "Go to sleep" above her head.

Then she closed her eyes.

After that, I don't know anything else.

Xia Yutong finally understood why Shen Qingning had reacted by leaning against the wall.

Fortunately, I have consistently maintained a regular exercise routine, including swimming and fitness.

That's how I miraculously survived...

When Jiang Han falls asleep, his fingers automatically tighten.

The force wasn't heavy, but the pinch was extremely precise.

Just as Xia Yutong was lost in thought...

Jiang Han's fingers suddenly twitched.

A conditioned reflex of pinching.

Xia Yutong let out a very soft groan.

Really!

Even when they're asleep, they're restless!

Xia Yutong was thirsty and wanted to drink water; her throat was dry from prolonged and frequent use.

The cup is on the bedside table, out of reach.

She cautiously reached out to grab it, but dared not turn over.

You can only move your head outwards at the slowest possible speed.

Trying to slip out of the arms.

As a result, it was only moved half an inch.

"woke up?"

"Uh-huh."

Xia Yutong buried her face in the pillow, feeling embarrassed.

"I want to drink water, but I can't reach the cup."

Jiang Han naturally pulled his arm away, turned over, and handed the water cup over.

Xia Yutong took the cup and drank several mouthfuls of cold water.

Jiang Han lay on his side watching her.

He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her ear.

Why is your face so red?

"I'm not blushing!"

Xia Yutong's voice sounded somewhat unconfident.

She never imagined that one day it would be her turn.

Back in the company, he even considered standing up for Shen Qingning.

Show Jianghan what's what in front of everyone.

As a result, I'm now lying in his bed.

She was still wearing the black stockings that Shen Qingning had given her.

He held me from behind and I slept through the entire night.

"Jiang Han, this is my first time at Xingyue Media, and I wanted to stand up for Qing Ning."

"I know, you almost punched me."

"Looking back now, what right do I have?"

Xia Yutong continued, "At the time, I felt that you were not faithful to women. In our terms, that would be called multiple breaches of contract."

Jiang Han leaned against the bed and shook his head in denial.

"Multiple breaches of contract require multiple contracts."

"I signed a one-way agreement with you."

Xia Yutong was too ashamed to refute it; she had already done it.

The people all belong to him, so what's there to argue about?

Xia Yutong raised her hand and pulled the blanket back over her head.

I recalled the smile on Shen Qingning's lips when she pushed her bag towards me in the restaurant.

I thought of the views on relationships that Lin Yaoyao and Qiu Siyao usually expressed.

These women's ways of thinking subtly permeated her entire logical system.

In the past...

I would never do such a thing with a man who has a partner.

But with Lin Yaoyao as her role model and Qiu Siyao leading the way, she had them by her side.

And Shen Qingning, the strongest support, was also pushing things along from behind.

"We, my best friends, are now truly like sisters."

Xia Yutong finally spoke her mind.

"Is it my fault?" Jiang Han shrugged.

It was as if he were the victim.

After all, he did not slack off in any way.

Xia Yutong folded the blanket down to her chin, a suppressed smile playing on her lips.

Jiang Han suddenly rolled over and pressed down on her, pinning her wrists to the pillow.

Their pupils reflected their faces, which were close together.

……

It wasn't until after 10 o'clock.

The two of them then slowly got out of bed.

Breakfast was served in the room.

On the white tablecloth are Eggs Benedict, smoked salmon, freshly baked croissants, and two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Refined but small-portion Western-style meals.

Just a simple snack to fill my stomach.

Xia Yutong lowered her head, cut a piece of Eggs Benedict, and put it in her mouth.

After finishing breakfast, Xia Yutong stacked the jam dishes from her plate.

"What time will you return to Jingzhou today?"

"No rush, let me take you somewhere first."

Xia Yutong didn't ask any more questions. She went into the bathroom to change into a dress and waited in the entryway.

When Jiang Han pushed open the door, she looked at her empty hands.

All business trip tasks are completed; no need to bring a briefcase anymore.

The Alphard minivan drove out of the hotel.

We emerged from the People's Road Tunnel, passing through Pudong.

Turn onto the quiet, tree-lined path near the Bund Source.

The road is lined with old villas from the French Concession era.

The red brick walls are covered with ivy, and the glass of the cast-iron windows reflects the afternoon sun.

Xia Yutong turned her head to look out the window.

She recognized the area as a protected historical district, where every building had a number.

The car was parked in front of an old Western-style house.

The exterior hasn't changed much, but the red brick walls have been reinforced.

The floor-to-ceiling windows have been fitted with new dark gray aluminum alloy frames.

Xia Yutong stood outside the gate of the Ironwork Institute.

Looking at the three-story old villa, and then at the key that Jiang Han took out of his pocket.

"This is?"

I bought it last time I came to Shanghai.

"The original homeowner was a film producer who wanted to raise money to invest in a movie, so he sold me the nice house."

"I helped him renew his funding, and he handed over all the renovation details for me. Both sides are satisfied."

Xia Yutong was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was referring to which business trip.

I quietly bought a historical building in the old city of Shanghai.

inside the house.

The living room retains the original French-style long windows of the old villa, but the glass has been replaced.

Sunlight streamed in at an angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It rests on the dark gray marble floor, gleaming with a warm luster.

The sofa is a minimalist gray color, and a bunch of dried flowers sits on the coffee table.

The wall still displays vinyl record covers that the original owner found in an old record store.

Several new bookshelves have been installed next to it.

The compartments are filled with imported, deluxe edition art books and prop catalogs.

Xia Yutong stood in front of the bookshelf and casually flipped through the picture books.

I flipped through a catalog of Baroque church stained glass windows to a collection of science fiction movie prop designs.

"These books weren't bought casually."

"Some of it was purchased last time, and some was transferred from the company's archives by Fang Chongwen."

"These are all projects that Xingyue plans to film over the next few years."

"So you bought this house to set up a reference room in advance."

"The reference room was just a side project."

"The master bedroom is upstairs, would you like to go up and take a look?"

Xia Yutong closed the picture book and put it back on the bookshelf, then turned to look at him.

"Jiang Han, how much more do you know about me?"

"You'll discover it slowly."

Jiang Han leaned against the bookshelf, his smile gentle.

"Attorney Xia, would you be willing to be the first girl to live here?"

Xia Yutong stood in the afternoon sunlight, stunned for a long time.

Holding the picture book in her arms, she moved her lips slightly.

"I do!"