Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Yan Ji opened the door and put his bag down tiredly. When he changed his shoes, he caught a glimpse of the food on the table. "Aunt Song, didn't I call you and tell you that I wouldn't be back for dinner? Why did you cook so many dishes?"

Aunt Song glanced upstairs and said, "Yes, sir. He hasn't had dinner yet."

When she heard it was Gu Chenye, Yan Ji didn't ask any more questions. She rubbed her sore neck and walked upstairs: "Oh."

"Madam..." Aunt Song called her hesitantly, "When your husband asks you to come back, go and call him for dinner."

"I'm going to call him for dinner?" Yan Ji stopped and looked back in confusion: "Why?"

"Sir, you don't look very happy. Did you have another fight?"

"He's in a bad mood, so I have to go up and invite him down for dinner. Do I have to say 'Prince, please have dinner' to him?" Yan Ji snorted and laughed, then the corner of his mouth suddenly retracted: "He can eat or not, if he doesn't want to eat, he'll be hungry."

Aunt Song's eyes fell behind her, her face was a little distorted, and she stammered, "Mr....Mr.."

Yan Ji turned around and saw Gu Chenye standing by the handrail, looking at her with a suspicious expression. The man had just finished a shower, his hair was still a little wet, but he was wearing clothes for going out, a slim shirt with black suit trousers, the collar was half open, and the hem was tucked into the trousers. With broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs, just standing there, everything around him looked like a background.

Gu Chenye said in a cold voice: "Dinner with me."

He actually wanted to be arrogant for a while longer, but if he didn't speak, Yan Ji, that heartless woman, would disappear without a trace.

The woman didn't even turn her head: "I've eaten."

"I helped you solve the venue problem, and you just treat me to a box lunch? Yan Ji, do you have emotional intelligence?"

It's okay if it's just a box lunch, but he ordered takeout. Is he missing this meal or this takeout? With this kind of behavior, it's a miracle that her store can still operate until now.

Yan Ji thought about it, retracted his hand that was about to open the door, turned around and walked downstairs: "Let's go."

Seeing that she agreed, Aunt Song smiled and said, "Madam, I'll get you a set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Don't bother, I just ate, I'm not hungry..."

"Even if you're not hungry, drink some soup. You're too thin now."

Aunt Song wished she could eat more and was not willing to listen to her. Yan Ji did not feel annoyed at all listening to her mumbling. Instead, he felt warm in his heart and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

Gu Chenye seldom saw Yan Ji smile so gently, and was a little dazed for a moment, but soon, he felt depressed again. Aunt Song was just a nanny hired by the family, and she was paid for doing these things, but she could smile so sincerely to a nanny, but she looked at her husband with a cold brow, and her eyes were not glasses and her nose was not a nose.

"Bang," a loud noise of a heavy object hitting the ground was heard in the kitchen, followed by Aunt Song's painful groan.

Yan Ji's expression changed and he quickly ran towards the kitchen: "Aunt Song."

It was obvious from the sound that the fall was quite severe.

The stairs were still some distance from the kitchen. She took out her cell phone and dialed 120 as she walked. When the call was connected, she saw Aunt Song who had fallen. She curled up with a painful expression on her face. Yan Ji squatted down beside her and reported the address to the emergency center staff, "Aunt Song, where did you fall?"

She was too calm. Although she was anxious and worried, she did things in an orderly manner. Gu Chenye was standing by and couldn't interfere at all.

The ambulance came very quickly. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, Aunt Song was arranged to undergo various examinations. She had a fractured hand bone and a slight fractured sciatic bone. Although the injury was not serious, she still needed to stay in the hospital for a few days.

Gu Chenye went to handle the hospitalization procedures, but when he came back he didn't see Yan Ji: "Where's the wife?"

Aunt Song had been up all night, but now she couldn't stand it anymore and leaned against the bed, feeling sleepy. "Madam is out to answer the phone."

Gu Chenye looked around and finally found the person in the safe passage. Yan Ji stared at the dark night sky outside in a daze. The cigarette in his hand had become limp, but he did not light it because of the "No Smoking" sign on the wall behind him.

At this time, the patients and their accompanying family members were all asleep. This place was far away from the nurses' station and almost no sound could be heard. Yan Ji stood by the window, her figure seemed to blend into the shadows around her. She had her back to him, and emanating only endless silence, without a trace of vitality.

He even had the illusion that she was going to jump off the building in the next second.

"Yan Ji..." This realization made Gu Chenye a little flustered. He subconsciously called out her name. When the woman turned her head, he took a few steps forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled her away from the window: "Aunt Song said you came out to answer the phone. Who called?"

He thought she was so depressed because of the phone call.

Yan Ji was startled by his sudden action. His hand had already been stretched out, and the next second it would fall on Gu Chenye's face. After seeing that it was him, he barely stopped his hand: "Have you completed the formalities?"

Gu Chenye didn't say anything, just stared at her, trying to read some clues from her face, but Yan Ji never showed his true emotions in front of him, "Are you unhappy?"

"Not bad." She pulled her hand out of the man's grip, turned around and walked into the ward, looking tired and listless, pinching her brows from time to time.

"Who called?"

"My foster mother."

Called to ask her about the show.

Gu Chenye noticed that she was cold and indifferent when she mentioned Zhou Shuyue, so he asked, "Is the Yan family not very kind to you?"

This was not the first time he asked this question, but it was the first time he wanted to know the answer so urgently.

Yan Ji thought for a moment and replied, "Very good."

Compared to her previous life, the Yan family treated her pretty well. Although they would involuntarily favor Yan Jiaojiao, they had never treated her harshly. It was probably because of their blood relationship that she was harsher to them than to outsiders.

Gu Chenye: "But you don't seem to want to mention them."

Yan Ji stopped and turned around: "Mr. Gu, have you changed your career to become a paparazzi?"

"Are you so prickly with everyone?"

I thought Yan Ji would say "yes". After all, apart from Sheng Rugu, Aunt Song, and the designated driver who appeared out of nowhere, he had never seen Yan Ji treat anyone well. But I didn't expect her to deny it: "No, it's only for you and Mu Yunyao's group."

Gu Chenye: "..."

He didn't want this kind of special treatment at all.

He snorted coldly and walked into the ward without saying a word. Yan Ji looked at his back, clicked on a number, edited a text message and sent it: I can guarantee that Gu Chenye will not become an obstacle for you to deal with the Mu family.

Until he returned to Gu Mansion, there was no reply from the other side. Yan Ji looked at his phone and frowned.