They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The next day.

Lin Yaoyao went out to work, and Qiu Siyao was also ordered to go to work by Jiang Han.

As a private banking client manager, although she doesn't need to clock in and out every day, it's still inappropriate for her to be absent from the office for extended periods.

Her department head had long been critical of her lax attitude and had hinted several times that she should spend more time on customer maintenance.

Qiu Siyao agreed verbally, but forgot about it the moment she turned around.

The asset allocation plan she made for Jiang Han consisted entirely of low-risk financial products and money market funds, with low but stable returns, focusing on preserving the principal.

Her boss asked her to sell insurance, but she made all sorts of excuses to refuse.

Qiu Siyao doesn't consider performance targets at all; for her, managing Jianghan's money well is enough.

Before she left home today, Jiang Han gave her a new task: to find a suitable property.

Qiu Siyao didn't understand. They had already moved into a villa, so why were they still looking at houses?

But she didn't ask any more questions. Having followed Jiang Han for so long, she had learned one thing: her husband's decisions were usually right, so she just had to do as he said.

Jiang Han had a billion yuan in savings, but apart from buying a villa and a few cars, he hardly spent any of it.

He looked at the stagnant housing prices and felt an itch to buy.

There's still a long way to go before the real estate market collapses, but now is a good time to enter the market.

Jiang Han leaned back on the sofa, pondering his home purchase plan, when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He saw the sender and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Shen Qingning: "I miss you..."

Since the last time, Shen Qingning's attitude towards him has changed a lot.

The once arrogant superstar is now as docile as a lamb.

He always agrees with whatever he says and never talks back.

Jiang Han licked his lips, typed a line of text, and sent it.

"Don't you have to work lately?"

Shen Qingning replied quickly: "It's a temporary break, no announcements planned."

"You and Lin Yaoyao..."

She saw the message in her best friend group chat, and based on a woman's intuition, she felt that this time seemed different from before.

Previously, when Lin Yaoyao shouted in the group that Jiang Han was her boyfriend, no one believed her, but this time Shen Qingning felt that something was not quite right.

Jiang Han readily admitted, "I slept with him, it felt great. Any objections?"

The message "The other party is typing" flashed on the phone screen for a while.

Shen Qingning typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, over and over again.

In the end, only a few words were sent.

No, I want to see you.

That's right, just be a good little mango and you'll get plenty of rewards.

"Come here, no one's home."

He used a declarative sentence, not an interrogative one, and even spoke with a hint of command.

"it is good."

Shen Qingning answered readily, without asking why or what she was going to do.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang at the villa.

Jiang Han got up and opened the door, and Shen Qingning's stunningly beautiful face appeared before him.

Compared to her previous aloofness, she now possesses a more indescribable and enigmatic aura.

She was wearing a pure black dress, and her hair was straightened and smooth with a flat iron.

Long, shapely legs are encased in Balenciaga's classic black stockings, with the iconic logo adding a touch of sexiness.

The red pointed high heels and mauve lipstick complement each other perfectly, exuding an alluring charm.

"Come in, no need to change your shoes," Jiang Han said casually.

"Um…"

Shen Qingning gently closed the door and curiously looked around at the luxurious decorations inside.

The modern color scheme, with cool-toned hard furnishings paired with warm-toned soft furnishings, is slightly different from my own style.

Shen Qingning noticed that there were various women's shoes on the shoe rack in the entryway, which should belong to Lin Yaoyao and Qiu Siyao.

Her heart skipped a beat…

"Sit down, and pour yourself some water."

"it is good."

Shen Qingning put down the Chanel calfskin bag and sat down on the sofa.

Previously, Jiang Han would walk from the villa across the street to his own home.

Now, when I visit people's homes myself, my mindset is surprisingly different.

She went from being an ex-girlfriend trying to win back her boyfriend to a woman who came to his door to cheat on him.

Jiang Han sipped his tea, saying, "Haven't you found another man? You shouldn't lack suitors, right?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Jiang Han's question made Shen Qingning tremble, and she couldn't wait to deny it.

"You're the only one in my heart. I made a mistake once, but I will never make the same mistake again!"

"That's good~" Jiang Han's lips curved into a smile.

He dislikes women who have been touched by other men, not even once; it's simply a personal obsession with cleanliness.

"When will Lin Yaoyao and the others be back?"

"What? Are you afraid of being caught?"

Shen Qingning clasped her hands together and shook her head: "No, that's not it..."

"Or do you want to be seen?" Jiang Han countered.

"Huh? No...maybe we shouldn't!"

"Do they know about our relationship?" Shen Qingning subconsciously smoothed her hair.

"Will it have any impact?"

"No..." Shen Qingning lowered her head.

Yes! Even if Qiu Siyao knew, it wouldn't affect her decision; she would still stay by her side without hesitation.

"By the way, you've been in the entertainment industry for a long time, so if you come across any good projects, you can let me know."

"Of course, don't worry!"

"Okay, the bedroom is on the third floor."

Jiang Han said a few words and then turned on the TV.

Shen Qingning paused for a moment, then understood what he meant and gave a soft "hmm".

She took out a hair tie from her wrist, tied her loose hair into a high ponytail, and got up to walk upstairs.

Shen Qingning didn't take the indoor elevator, but slowly walked up the steps.

She looked around the room, noticing the paintings hanging in the hallway and the fragrance of flowers surrounding the corridor.

How wonderful it would be if the photo frame contained a picture of myself and Jiang Han together...

Shen Qingning paused on the second floor. She passed by the study and the media room, and stopped in front of the computer desk.

The room was filled with a faint scent of tobacco, which made her take a deep breath.

That's the smell of the Jianghan Plain—familiar and pleasant.

Shen Qingning lingered in the study, her fingers lightly brushing across the paper and gliding over the keyboard.

When she saw the lyrics on the paper, the scene of Jiang Han diligently composing songs here came to mind.

A hint of pride appeared on his face.

Then, Shen Qingning continued up the stairs.

The empty bedrooms showed no signs of life and were likely guest rooms.

A secondary bedroom was adjacent to the master bedroom, and several plush toys were piled up on the headboard. Shen Qingning guessed that this was Lin Yaoyao's residence.

Her best friend has loved furry things since she was a child.

Shen Qingning looked at the largest bedroom and gently pushed open the door.

The room is large, with floor-to-ceiling windows.

The room was spotless, the headboard was neatly made, and the blankets were folded up in a tidy manner.

It's clear that Qiu Siyao is taking good care of Jiang Han's daily life.

The dressing table was piled high with bottles and jars.

There are 3 bottles of toner, 4 bottles of serum, and more than a dozen lipsticks, which clearly exceeds Qiu Siyao's needs.

Lin Yaoyao also came in to sleep...

Or were they together?

Shen Qingning's guess could not be confirmed.

Her high heels clicked on the solid wood floor.

The bathroom is located in the east corner of the room, featuring an oversized round bathtub, a spacious shower, and…

A full-length mirror that shouldn't be in the bathroom.

Shen Qingning unzipped the back of her dress, which slid down her smooth skin to her shoulders.

She stared at her curvaceous figure in the mirror and a smile played on her lips.

Your shower gel, your shampoo.

Your bath towel, your bathrobe.

Now I'm going to use it.

Oh, right.

Your neatly made sheets will get messed up soon...