They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han smiled when he saw the message from Shen Qingning.

I hadn't eaten yet, so I went over to get my laptop.

When I was her advisor before, I did a detailed analysis of the film and television industry.

There's a lot of information inside; I think it will be useful.

Jiang Han replied, "Do you have fried rice?"

Shen Qingning: "I placed an order on the food delivery platform. It should be here by the time you arrive."

"Okay, 20 minutes."

Before leaving, Jiang Han sent Mao Buyi a red envelope containing 888 yuan, telling them to have a good meal after work.

The four young people were deeply moved on the spot.

……

Bicui Manor, Jingzhou City.

The villa area for the wealthy remains as tranquil and peaceful as ever.

The two villas were separated by a narrow asphalt road. Jiang Han stood at the crossroads and turned toward the place where he had lived for two years.

"Beep, the door is open, please come in!"

The fingerprint on the combination lock remained valid, and a crisp electronic sound greeted the user.

Shen Qingning's door remained open to him even after the breakup.

Upon entering the house, you are greeted by the rich aroma of chicken soup.

"Jiang Han, you're here! Sit down for a while, I'll serve you some soup."

Shen Qingning's voice came from the direction of the kitchen, followed by the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Jiang Han sat down at the dining table and looked around at his surroundings.

The same decorations, the same layout, nothing had changed since the breakup.

Logically speaking, after a couple ends their relationship, they usually take the initiative to erase all traces of each other's lives.

It's clear that Shen Qingning hasn't let go.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

A short while later, Jiang Han heard the sound of footsteps clicking.

Shen Qingning slowly walked over, carrying a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

Seriously, why are you dressed like this at home?

Although she was wearing a dark blue apron, it was clear that she was wearing a black bodycon dress underneath.

The dress features a cutout strap design on the side, extending from the waist to the thigh, allowing glimpses of the wearer's fair skin.

She wore sheer black stockings on her lower body and even red stiletto heels on her feet.

The kind of person who can take off their apron and walk straight onto the red carpet.

Compared to her mature attire, Shen Qingning's face appeared rather pale.

She wasn't wearing any glamorous makeup, not even her usual lipstick.

Her once bright eyes were now severely swollen, with her upper eyelids completely bulging out.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her thick eyelashes were stuck together, and there were faint tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

"You cried?" Jiang Han asked.

Shen Qingning placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of her and forced a smile.

"It's nothing! I was just a little touched by the song you wrote. I'm going to get the fried rice."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and ran back to the kitchen.

When she returned, Shen Qingning brought two bowls and plates, one containing clear soup noodles and the other containing fried rice.

Jiang Han took the chopsticks and spoon she handed him. Faced with her intense gaze, he felt embarrassed not to take a bite.

"Is it good?"

"not bad!"

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Shen Qingning's forced smile became even more natural, and her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

She stood by the table, took off her apron, revealing her full attire.

Bodycon skirts are made of close-fitting cotton material that hugs the body's curves.

It outlines the hemispherical upper body and rounded hips.

Shen Qingning sat down next to Jiang Han and casually brushed the stray strands of hair between her brows behind her head.

Evenings in summer still retain a lingering heat in the air.

Jiang Han could clearly see a few drops of sweat glistening on Shen Qingning's delicate collarbone.

Instead, it added to her air of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Have you completely changed your personality after just a few days?

Like a perfectly ripe peach, so delicious! So tempting!

"Let's eat the fried rice first, then we'll add noodles later. There's a chicken leg and wing at the bottom of the bowl, and there's more in the pot if that's not enough."

Shen Qingning poured golden fried rice into Jiang Han's bowl, then quietly stayed to the side.

He didn't speak, just stared intently.

Her gentle and considerate nature, combined with her sexy and alluring charm, almost made Jiang Han lose his erection.

You probably just want to eat chicken yourself, not so that I can get it.

Jiang Han hadn't eaten all day, so he slurped up the noodles and finally just picked up the bowl and drank all the soup.

"Burp... I'm full!"

"Is my computer still there?"

Shen Qingning nodded: "I haven't touched your things. They're still where they were before."

"Okay, thanks for the inspirational message. I'm going to get my things now."

After saying that, Jiang Han made a move to get up and go upstairs.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Shen Qingning had been waiting for him for a long time, and finally he came. She kept quiet and wanted to make a good first impression.

But if we don't say it now, Jianghan will be gone!

"Is there anything else?"

"Your songs are really good, I love them." Shen Qingning bit her lip, slowly finding a way to start a conversation.

"Oh, thank you."

Jiang Han replied calmly, while taking out cigarettes from his pocket.

"I'll get you an ashtray."

As if seizing an opportunity to shine, Shen Qingning quickly pulled out glassware from the cabinet.

He was also holding a metal lighter in his hand.

Jiang Han was dumbfounded. He was about to ask a question, but the other person had already adjusted it themselves.

In the past, if I wanted to smoke a cigarette even occasionally, I would have to go outside into the yard.

I wash my hands and rinse my mouth immediately after smoking, and even then I'm still criticized for smelling like smoke.

Now they can start the fire on their own.

Jiang Han picked up a pack of Liqun cigarettes, and immediately stretched her slender hand to her mouth.

Open the lid and ignite the fire.

"Hiss... Huff..."

A thick cloud of smoke was exhaled onto Shen Qingning's chest.

Damn it! She actually laughed!

Jiang Han fiddled with the lighter on the table, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

Isn't this Dupont? It's known as the Hermes of lighters.

It's the same model he looked at before, priced at over 2. When did he buy it?

Shen Qingning pressed her legs together tightly, her body subconsciously leaning towards the Jianghan River.

The smell of tobacco in the air is the very essence of the Jianghan Plain.

It smells so good!

Shen Qingning felt the atmosphere was sufficiently built up, and finally spoke:

"Jiang Han, I know I've hurt you deeply. I felt that excruciating pain in your heart, I really did!"

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, enjoying the pleasure of a cigarette after a meal.

"It's all in the past, let's all look forward."

"But I can't let go!" Shen Qingning suddenly raised her voice, her shoulders trembling as she spoke.

"I regret it so much! I shouldn't have broken up with you, and I shouldn't have taken your kindness for granted."

"I know that emotional wounds are hard to heal quickly, but I can wait! I'll wait until you're willing to forgive me."

Jiang Han flicked his cigarette ash and smiled knowingly.

"Ms. Shen, don't forget, I already have a girlfriend. In other words, do you want to be a mistress?"

"I don't mind! As long as you give me a chance."

Jiang Han shook his head: "I mind! Just like when we were dating, how would you feel if I was entangled with other women?"

Shen Qingning blushed: "That's different. We've known each other for 10 years and lived together for 2 years. Qiu Siyao can't compare to that at all."

"Don't you... have even the slightest bit of lingering affection for me?"

Jiang Han stubbed out his cigarette and stared directly at Shen Qingning's body from head to toe.

He knew the time was almost right.

"How could I not, my dear Shen? I miss that night so much."

Shen Qingning's body trembled, her hands clenched tightly into fists on her lap.

Is this all?

Jiang Han readily admitted, "That's right, if there's any connection between us..."

"That's your body."