Three years after our breakup, my ex-boyfriend dragged me to get our marriage certificate.

The next second, the phone rang.

He Zhixu glanced at it and frowned. It was his grandfather calling.

His grandfather only lifted him out of confinement after his aunt and uncle were coming over for dinner.

He was worried about Lin Qingyi, so he made an excuse to his grandfather that he was going on a date with Qiao Suining, and that's how he managed to leave home.

But the woman in his arms clearly needed his company more.

"Mr. He, you can go ahead and get back to work."

Lin Qingyi got out of his arms, tidied her hair, and pretended to be relaxed: "I also have something to do."

The membrane hasn't been repaired yet, and besides, she needs to cash the check first; she doesn't have the energy to do physical labor with He Zhixu.

He Zhixu could see through her feigned strength and felt even more sorry for her.

After leaving the villa, I called Ji Yuhuai.

"Ah Huai, I plan to transfer the assets that my aunt is holding on my behalf to you for safekeeping."

As He Zhixu drove, he chatted with Ji Yuhuai, "Your uncle has cut off your funding, and your newly started company is in dire need of money."

As your older brother, of course I should lend you a hand.

Ji Yuhuai glanced out the car window at the car that flashed by.

He Zhixu went in and came out in just a few minutes, so he probably didn't have time to do anything.

Thinking of this, the irritation in my eyes subsided somewhat.

"Are you going to help me, or do you want me to give you money to please your mistress?"

Ji Yuhua gritted his teeth, not expecting that Lin Qingyi was quite capable.

They managed to completely bewilder He Zhixu.

"Call her sister-in-law." He Zhixu was a little annoyed. "Qingyi has been wronged, and I have to make it up to her."

She doesn't want my money; I want to use the money to help her start a company.

"She doesn't want your money?" Ji Yuhuai thought he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "A mistress, if she doesn't want your money, does she want your love?"

He Zhixu replied, "She loves me for who I am."

"..." Ji Yuhuai's face instantly darkened. "She said that?"

"Actually, I really have to thank you for making it possible for me to meet Qingyi."

He Zhixu sighed, "A year ago, I accompanied you to visit the 'Liubai' art studio, but you suddenly lost interest and left early."

Qingyi brought her painting to consign, and the frame accidentally bumped into an old man.

The old man harassed her relentlessly.

Ji Yuhuai didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

He remembered... he did hear arguing when he left the studio.

He was in a bad mood and didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so he didn't stay. Instead, he went to the front desk and asked the studio owner to come and help.

So back then, the woman who was bullied by the older man... was Lin Qingyi?

"The fat, big-eared man, whose suit was about to burst, said that Qingyi should repay him with her body, or else she should compensate him for his hospital fees and lost wages."

He Zhixu was still talking.

"What are you talking about? His income comes in every minute, enough to make Qingyi lose everything, not even her underwear."

"I couldn't stand it anymore, so I immediately had someone check his company's taxes."

Ji Yuhuai slowly spoke, "So, that's why she fell in love with you?"

"What else?" He Zhixu's counter-question was perfectly reasonable.

Lin Qingyi admired him and looked up to him.

Unlike Qiao Suining, who only belittles him every time they meet.

He couldn't bear to let Lin Qingyi be a mistress who couldn't be seen in public, so he never thought of having any dealings with her.

But Lin Qingyi is too considerate and sensible.

She's good-looking and has a great figure.

Like a little white rabbit with red eyes, it's irresistible.

He struggled with the decision for a long time, but finally decided to take the risk of keeping a mistress for her sake.

Now that he can't hide it anymore, all he can do is try to coax Lin Qingyi.

"Ah Huai, you also have someone you like. Love is always a feeling of indebtedness."

You should understand why I want to make it up to her.

He Zhixu steered the conversation back to the topic, "Why don't you come back for dinner later? We can talk about the assets held on behalf of others at the dinner table."

"I'm busy."

Ji Yuhuai hung up the phone and threw it heavily onto the passenger seat.

A clear, melodious song drifted in from outside the car window, and he turned to look.

Lin Qingyi was driving her flashy pink "Spicy Fish Head" car, singing along to the car stereo.

"Today is a good day; all my wishes will come true..."

She was gesturing wildly when the red light came on. The car behind her honked at her, and she quickly drove forward.

"whispering sound……"

Ji Yuhuai thought it sounded awful.

But he floored the accelerator and quickly caught up with the flashy car.

That woman must have been genuinely happy.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! I don't know what to do with all this money..."

Ji Yuhuai was bothered by her chatter the whole way until he saw her car parked in front of the private hospital.

He suddenly remembered that Lin Qingyi had told her father, "I might have to have surgery soon..."

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I have the results of all the tests from that previous public hospital.

After examining her, the head of the private hospital didn't arrange any further tests and directly scheduled her surgery for tomorrow.

Lin Qingyi walked out with the receipts and pre- and post-operative instructions in her hand.

Enemy road is narrow.

Lin Qingyi's good mood was instantly shattered when she saw the man walking towards her.

She furrowed her brow almost imperceptibly, then put on a standard social smile: "What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence." Ji Yuhuai, hands in his pockets, slowly slid his gaze from her face to the piece of paper. "Is she seriously ill? Does she need surgery?"

Lin Qingyi flipped the form over and looked at him irritably: "None of your business."

Ji Yuhuai tilted his head, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Don't be shy. If you need to book a crematorium, I'll get you a discount."

Lin Qingyi squeezed the form in her hand until it was deformed, as if she were squeezing Ji Yuhuai's mouth.

"Looks like you've been dead before. The crematorium even recognizes you as a mentor to new recruits?"

"Lin Qingyi, lick your lips and just poison yourself," Ji Yuhuai sneered. "Today is the perfect day for your burial."

Lin Qingyi's almond-shaped eyes suddenly brightened, and with a mischievous smile, she tiptoed and gave him a big kiss.

"Then let's die together. The Ji family will definitely buy you a good burial site with good feng shui. I'll reluctantly be buried with you."

After saying that, she turned and left, much to Ji Yuhuai's astonishment.

Ji Yuhuai stood still, and just as their shoulders crossed, he suddenly reached out and precisely pinched the edge of the paper with his fingertips.

Before Lin Qingyi could react, the form was already in his hands.

The glaring light in the corridor made Ji Yuhuai feel somewhat disoriented.

Hymen repair.

Ji Yuhuai stared at those five words for a full five seconds.

Lin Qingyi reached out to grab it, but he suddenly raised his arm high, looking down at her condescendingly.

"Lin Qingyi." The astonishment, mockery, composure, and unruliness on his face instantly turned into fury. He bit the last syllable of her name, "This is the surgery you fucking talked about?"

Lin Qingyi was probably frightened.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a remarkable change in Ji Yuhuai's expression.

First, the words burned my skin, causing it to turn red. Then, the flush faded rapidly, leaving my face horribly pale.

His jaw clenched so tightly that the veins next to his temples bulged out, and his face instantly turned uncontrollably dark.

She took in Ji Yuhuai's reaction, and she knew very well that he was angry.

Back then, she was almost sent to an old man's bed by her uncle and aunt.

Ji Yuhuai looked at those people with this expression.

At that moment, that expression was fixed on her.

"What's wrong, Ah Huai?" Lin Qingyi smiled sweetly. "I'm just fixing something of mine, why are you reacting so strongly?"