After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Not only that, there was also a shallow blood mark on Shang Ji's neck, which was obviously scratched by the woman's nails.

Therefore, before she entered the door, she knew what was going on in the house without having to think about it.

Thinking about it, Zhuang Lin immediately looked at the door to the side, her fingers holding the thermos bucket so tight that they turned white.

"...It's okay." Zhuang Lin resisted and looked away, looking at Shang Ji with a forced smile: "Where is the kitchen, I will serve it for you."

Shang Ji raised his chin in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Zhuang Lin quickly stopped him and said, "Drink this while it's hot."

Shang Ji paused, but without saying anything, he followed Zhuang Lin into the kitchen.

The kitchen is connected to the living room. There are four dishes and one soup cooked by Song Xi'er on the dining table in the living room, and the chopsticks have not been touched.

Zhuang Lin stared at it for a few seconds and then asked doubtfully: "Did the servant at home cook it? Why didn't you eat it?"

"Yeah." Shang Ji responded casually: "It doesn't suit my taste."

"Then what do you like to eat?" Zhuang Lin asked, "I know a little bit about cooking. If I have time, I can cook it for you."

After Zhuang Lin finished speaking, for fear of Shang Ji's rejection, she hurriedly handed him the hangover soup.

"Thank you." Shang Ji took it and took a sip and said, "Thank you for making the trip."

"You're welcome." Zhuang Lin looked at Shang Ji with fascination, unable to look away: "I have nothing to do at night anyway."

As she spoke, she looked around and asked softly: "Did I disturb your rest by coming here so late?"

Shang Ji was looking in the direction of the balcony not far away. When he heard Zhuang Lin's words, he looked away and smiled lightly: "No."

"It's fine if you don't have it." Zhuang Lin was very happy. She glanced at the dishes on the table and took the initiative to say: "Since it doesn't suit your taste, let me help you deal with it."

After saying that, without waiting for Shang Ji's reply, he directly picked up the already cold dishes and poured them into the trash can nearby.

"I think this aunt's cooking skills are not very good." Zhuang Lin said, "If you have time, I will cook for you next time. My mother said that I am not bad at cooking."

She said and went to pick up the last bowl of tofu ball soup. As soon as she picked it up, she saw Shang Ji looking at her, or more accurately, looking at the soup in her hand.

Zhuang Lin didn't pay attention, and said with a slight blush: "I suspect that whatever I do, my mother will say it is delicious. I will cook it for you to eat and see what you think."

As soon as he finished speaking, the large bowl of tofu and ball soup was poured into the trash can.

It's just that Zhuang Lin accidentally spilled the last bit of soup on her clothes due to shaking hands, and a few drops fell on the ground.

"Oops." Zhuang Lin quickly took out a tissue and wiped it: "I'm sorry."

Shang Ji looked away from the trash can: "It's okay, just leave it. Auntie will come over tomorrow to clean it up."

Zhuang Lin heard other meanings in these words.

After finishing the hangover soup, it was time for her to leave.

But she finally found the opportunity to enter this room, especially at this late night. How could Zhuang Lin be willing to leave like this?

The two are about to get engaged, but there has been no substantial progress in private. This is not what Zhuang Lin wants to see.

She must not just leave this rare opportunity now.

What's more, there is a high possibility that there is a woman hiding in the bedroom!

Thinking of this, Zhuang Lin became even less likely to leave.

Not only can't she leave, she must stay tonight if she can!

"I'd better wash them." Zhuang Lin folded up the dirty dishes: "Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep if you leave them like this all night. If you have something to do, just go ahead and don't worry about me."

Without waiting for Shang Ji to speak, he walked straight into the kitchen with the dirty dishes in his arms.

Shang Ji glanced at Zhuang Lin's back, narrowed his black eyes, and said nothing.

Zhuang Lin had never washed the dishes before. She never touched them except when eating. But in order to maintain her good image in front of Shang Ji, she had to wash these dishes cleanly today.

While Zhuang Lin was washing the dishes carefully in the kitchen, Shang Ji got up and walked towards the balcony.

The temperature was very low after nightfall. There were no lights on the balcony and it was pitch black. Although there was no wind, the chill in the air was not to be underestimated.

On the tatami on the right, Song Xier was lying on it wrapped in a blanket.

The blanket was so big that it almost covered her whole body.

But even so, it couldn't block the air-conditioning outside.

She clenched the edges of the blanket with her fingers, trying to wrap herself up tighter.

But it's still cold no matter what.

The body is cold, and the heart is also cold.

The balcony was well soundproofed, but it was too quiet at night, so Song Xier could hear the faint voices coming from inside the house.

It belongs to Shang Ji and Zhuang Lin.

I couldn't hear exactly what was being said, I could only hear two people talking.

Song Xier gritted her teeth, wondering in her mind whether Zhuang Lin had discovered her, and wondering if she could climb down from the balcony if she did...

Just when Song Xi'er didn't know what she was thinking, she suddenly heard a movement behind her, and before Song Xi'er could react, the balcony door was opened with a "swipe".

The sound was not loud, but it was no less than a thunder in Song Xi'er's ears.

Her body tensed up instantly, and she didn't dare to move with her back against the balcony.

who is it?

Shang Ji?

Or Zhuang Lin?

Song Xi'er was extremely nervous. She didn't know whether it was because of the cold or fear, her whole body was trembling slightly.

She heard the footsteps coming towards her from the door.

Song Xi'er held her breath and was thinking about whether to pretend to be asleep or get up when she heard a crisp sound of metal collision.

It's the sound of a lighter.

It’s Shangji!

Song Xi'er breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart. It was obviously very cold, but she seemed to be sweating all over her back.

If Zhuang Lin saw her here, suspected her relationship with Shang Ji and then went back to tell Zheng Rou...

Song Xier didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Suddenly there was a cold smell of smoke in the air, and the next second Song Xier felt Shang Ji sitting down behind her.

She remained in one position, pretending to be asleep.

Shang Ji didn't say anything, he just smoked quietly.

When Song Xi'er was thinking about whether Zhuang Lin had left, there was suddenly a loud and crisp sound in her ears, which was the sound of a plate falling to the ground.

Because the balcony door was open, Song Xi'er heard it very clearly, and there was also an exclamation.

Zhuang Lin hasn’t left yet!

Song Xier frowned.

Since Zhuang Lin hasn't left yet, what is Shang Ji doing on the balcony?

Listening to this voice, could Zhuang Lin be...

Thinking of something, Song Xier suddenly clenched her fingers.

She waited for a few seconds but didn't see any movement from the person behind her, so she couldn't help but whisper: "Why don't you go and take a look?"

When a cigarette burned to the end, Shang Ji raised his hand and put it out.

Then he turned his head and his eyes fell accurately on Song Xier's cheek, which was only slightly exposed in the darkness.

He didn't speak, but lit another cigarette for himself.

The door to the balcony was not closed. Song Xier was afraid that Zhuang Lin would suddenly come over, so she didn't dare to move. She even raised her hand and pulled the blanket to cover herself up.

Thinking that if Zhuang Lin really came over, it would be dark and she would not be found.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stretched out her hand, the blanket covering her head was lifted directly by the other hand.

Song Xi'er was unprepared for the sudden air-conditioning that rushed in. She couldn't help opening her mouth and sneezing before speaking.