"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"
As everyone knows, when watching a spectacle, especially a fight, someone either steps in to help or tries to mediate.
However, the two men, now completely enraged, only fought harder when they heard the plea to stop.
It wasn’t until someone shouted, "The police have been called!" that Ji Mingyan and Shen Jingchen finally put down their fists.
It must be said, the two men fought with some restraint, avoiding each other's faces.
Still, Yan couldn’t help but notice how Ji Mingyan’s shirt and Shen Jingchen’s tailored suit were now completely disheveled.
Xu Jiaojiao, who had been standing by the window, was nowhere to be seen. Yan watched as Ji Mingyan turned and entered the inn, while Shen Jingchen got into a luxurious business car.
With the main figures of the fight gone, the onlookers dispersed, still buzzing with excitement as they discussed what had just happened.
After a day of bumpy travel through the desert, the team’s dinner had already been delivered to the inn. Exhausted, everyone quickly grabbed their boxed meals and retreated to their rooms to rest.
After eating and throwing away the trash, Yan and Jue Jue hurried back to their room to shower.
The water pressure in the shower was decent, and Yan rinsed the sand off her feet, scrubbing the shampoo into her hair, thoroughly washing away the day’s fatigue.
After a long day in the car, a proper shower felt like a blessing. Wrapped in a towel, she collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely drained.
She was so tired, she didn’t have an ounce of energy left.
Jue Jue was still in the shower, so Yan waited to blow-dry her hair, scrolling through messages from her friends on her phone.
The desert had terrible signal all day, so it was only now that Yan managed to send out a few photos she had taken earlier.
Chu Bingbing was the first to reply, her message dripping with envy.
【Chu Bingbing】: So! Few! People!
【Chu Bingbing】: Look at my day… I want to cry, it’s packed everywhere. photo.jpg
The photo Chu Bingbing sent was of the Forbidden City, with a sea of heads visible in the crowd, making it easy to imagine the suffocating feeling of being stuck in such a line.
Yan couldn’t help but feel a little helpless. She sent Chu Bingbing a private message.
【Yan】: Bingbing, you could visit on the donation ceremony day. There should be a guide, right? Isn’t that day a Monday?
【Chu Bingbing】: blank stare.jpg I forgot.
Yan shook her head. Chu Bingbing’s plan to avoid the crowds had clearly failed. But then again, Ning City, the capital, was a tourist hotspot year-round, so there was never really a time when it wasn’t crowded.
Aside from Chu Bingbing, her other three roommates were quiet, and there wasn’t much activity on their social media. After a while, Yi Zhi popped up.
【Yi Zhi】: Chu Shen’s fried rice is so popular.
【Yi Zhi】: photo.jpg
The photo showed the small restaurant that Yan and Jue Jue had visited earlier. Yan could even recognize about a third of the customers in the picture, all crammed into the tiny space, devouring their meals.
Yi Zhi was such a foodie! Yan thought to herself, impressed that he had gone out of his way to eat there.
On her social media feed, Jue Jue’s roommate Xiao Qingnang shared his daily health tips, while Lin Fan posted about his wife and child.
Yan scrolled through her feed, chatting and passing the time until Jue Jue finished his shower. Then, she sat comfortably, blow-drying her hair.
"Jue Jue, do you think something else will happen tonight…" Yan pondered, resting her chin on her hand.
"Hard to say," Zhu Jue replied seriously, drying his hair.
Yan’s eyes flickered. Shen Jingchen and Ji Mingyan had started fighting the moment they saw each other. What would happen if they both appeared in front of Xu Jiaojiao?
From what she had observed earlier, Xu Jiaojiao had been watching the fight from upstairs. If she cared, she would have come down to stop it.
But Xu Jiaojiao’s expression had been indifferent, almost like she was watching a dogfight.
Yan couldn’t help but wonder what had happened before their "rebirth" to cause such a drastic change in their attitudes afterward.
Recalling Xu Jiaojiao’s message about "something really terrible," Yan thought deeply for a moment.
Whatever this "terrible thing" was, she wondered if it had crossed any legal boundaries. Was the "rebirth crematorium" trope literal?
But with Ji Mingyan and Shen Jingchen’s current appearances, they probably wouldn’t show up in front of Xu Jiaojiao looking like this.
Yan’s hair was about 80% dry when Zhu Jue used a wooden comb to smooth it out, making it look thick and glossy.
After finishing her hair, Yan noticed that Zhu Jue’s expression didn’t look great. He was holding his shoulder.
She quickly pulled him to sit on the bed. "What’s wrong? Did you get hurt from sitting in the car all day?"
Zhu Jue met her concerned gaze, his eyes dark as he spoke softly,
"Maybe. I accidentally bumped into a shelf in the bathroom."
Hearing this, Yan immediately grew worried.
"Is it bleeding? Let me see. You’ve been holding the blow-dryer; if you pull it, it’ll hurt even more." She quickly unbuttoned Zhu Jue’s puppy-patterned pajamas and gently pulled the shirt down.
Yan examined his shoulder carefully, her light fingertips brushing over the area. "Here? Is this where it hurts?"
She didn’t dare press too hard, afraid of causing him more pain.
"It looks a little red here," Yan said, unaware of how her gentle touch was sending shivers down Zhu Jue’s spine.
Instinctively, she blew on the spot, just like she used to do when they were kids. The cool breeze only made his heart race even more.
Zhu Jue suddenly turned around and pulled her into a tight embrace, his warm breath brushing against her collarbone.
"Jue Jue?" Yan wrapped her arms around his back, feeling his heart pounding wildly.
"I’m not in pain anymore," he said softly, loosening his grip but still keeping one arm around Yan’s waist. He looked down at her, his face flushed.
He held her hand tightly, his lips pressed together as he spoke,
"Do I look good enough for you?"
"Shirt or suit, I can wear anything."
Yan’s cheeks turned bright red as she sat on Zhu Jue’s lap, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her, as if she had just stepped into a hot spring.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the jealous man in front of her.
"Of course, my Jue Jue is the most handsome."
Zhu Jue kissed her cheek in return, the faint scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the heat rising in his chest, and tucked her into bed before getting up to put his pajamas back on. He adjusted the air conditioning, lowering the temperature by one degree.
The sound of water running in the bathroom filled the room as Zhu Jue washed his clothes, cleaned up, and picked up the stray strands of hair on the floor—just like any other day.
He moved the only chair in the room back to the desk, turned on the lamp, and began sketching their day in the desert.
By the time Yan and Zhu Jue had finished their drawings, taken photos, and saved them on their phones, it was already 10:30 PM. The team had also sent over the edited photos, even touching them up.
The two of them selected their favorite pictures and posted them on social media. As usual, Zhu Jue added two heart emojis. He noticed Lin Fan had already liked the post and commented, "A perfect match, made in heaven."
Zhu Jue clicked on Lin Fan’s profile and saw a family photo he had posted at 8 PM. He immediately liked it and left a comment: "A happy family, forever and always."
Lin Fan: [thumbs up][thumbs up]
Though Lin Fan’s thinking was often a bit too straightforward, Zhu Jue had to admit that when it came to family, his roommate was a good guy.
Before Zhu Jue could message Lin Fan, a private message from him popped up.
【Lin Fan】: Zhu Jue, you’re amazing.
【Lin Fan】: I followed your advice and went home before the company holiday to change into the clothes my wife gave me. I took our daughter to pick her up from work, and your sister-in-law was thrilled.
【Lin Fan】: [thank you flower]
【Lin Fan】: My wife called me "honey" in front of her coworkers, so now everyone at her company knows me.
【Lin Fan】: [spinning and jumping with joy]
Zhu Jue couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter thanks to Lin Fan’s cheerful message.
"Jue Jue, come look at the drone footage," Yan called out to him. He quickly joined her, and the two of them snuggled together, watching the edited drone video of their day in the desert that the team had sent to the group chat.
Meanwhile, in stark contrast to their relaxed mood, Shen Jingchen had just checked into the small inn and was frowning at the cramped space.
If it weren’t for Xu Jiaojiao, he would never have come to a place like this.
After a day of travel and a fight with Ji Mingyan, Shen Jingchen changed out of his suit and removed his cufflinks. Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at the faint bruise on the corner of his lips and sneered coldly.
If only he hadn’t woken up too late, Ji Mingyan wouldn’t have had the chance to take the lead.
The moment Shen Jingchen learned that Su Nian had returned to the country, he immediately had his driver take him to Ning City Airport.
What he didn’t expect was that during a brief nap, it felt as though he had lived an entire lifetime.
When he woke up, he was no longer the person he once was.
By the time the Aston Martin arrived at the airport, Shen Jingchen didn’t head to the arrival area. Instead, for the first time, he entered the bustling departure hall.
It was too late to coordinate a private jet, and during the busy holiday season, flights to remote cities were nearly fully booked.
Shen Jingchen experienced the cramped economy class for the first time. The small plane had no first-class seats, and the business class was already full.
He could have paid to have other passengers moved, but Shen Jingchen no longer had the patience for such things.
The budget airline seat was barely large enough to accommodate his long legs. His high-end suit was crumpled in the cramped seat for hours, and the child behind him, despite his mother’s scolding, kept kicking the back of his seat. For the first time in his life, Shen Jingchen felt what it meant to be truly “miserable.”
Before the plane took off, he made several calls, quickly issuing orders to coordinate his next steps. It wasn’t until the flight attendant repeatedly urged him to turn off his phone that Shen Jingchen reluctantly complied, under the curious gazes of other passengers.
The in-flight meal, which he glanced at but didn’t touch, and the elderly man next to him who kept calling the flight attendant “waiter” tested his patience.
In his mind, Shen Jingchen repeatedly chanted the name “Xu Jiaojiao” to suppress his growing irritation.
After landing, traffic delays arranged by his local branch further tested his composure. Even with his remarkable self-control, Shen Jingchen was on the verge of losing his temper.
Finally, he arranged for a local helicopter and managed to reach the remote town.
But to his frustration, Ji Mingyan had already arrived ahead of him.
At this time, Ji Mingyan should have been in Ning City. After picking up Su Nian, there was no way he could have arrived earlier than Shen Jingchen.
According to the locals, Ji Mingyan had arrived the previous night.
This could only mean one thing: Ji Mingyan had also been reborn.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Shen Jingchen’s eyes. Heaven was unfair. If it had given him a chance to right his past mistakes, why had it also allowed that scoundrel to return?
Fortunately, his Jiaojiao was safe. She hadn’t been abandoned in the desert. This was the nineteen-year-old Jiaojiao—young, vibrant, beautiful, and still looking at him with admiration and respect.
But this time, he would truly become her “Mr. Shen.”
On the marble countertop, Shen Jingchen’s phone buzzed repeatedly.
“How are the preparations coming along?”
“How much longer until you arrive?”
“I want everything to be perfect. No mistakes. You must be at this location by 6 a.m. tomorrow. Understood?”
After hanging up, Shen Jingchen glanced at the spare suit he had brought with him. It was a backup set he kept in the car, now hanging in the shabby wardrobe of the hotel. He layered the paper-thin hotel slippers over a pair of plastic ones.
Even during his time studying abroad, he had never experienced such harsh conditions.
He quickly showered to wash away the fatigue and changed into clean clothes, clutching his stomach.
Having only drunk water for over a day and enduring the traffic delays, he hadn’t been able to eat anything. Now, after the fight with Ji Mingyan in the town, Shen Jingchen’s energy was nearly depleted, and his chronic stomach condition flared up.
His lips pale, he leaned against the marble countertop and sent a voice message to Jiaojiao.
**[Shen Jingchen]:** Jiaojiao, I’ve come to find you. I’m staying in Room 303 at your hotel. See you soon.
…
Xu Jiaojiao received Shen Jingchen’s message. Hearing the obvious strain in his voice, she knew immediately that his stomach condition had flared up again.
A mocking smile tugged at her lips. Shen Jingchen’s intention in sending her this message was crystal clear.
With her reputation for being considerate, of course, she would notice his discomfort and rush to take care of him, right?
She went downstairs. Ji Mingyan wasn’t around—he had also sent her a message earlier. The two of them had fought, and now they were probably both licking their wounds.
Xu Jiaojiao went to the hotel restaurant. The team had ordered extra boxed meals, which they had given to the hotel. She took one, borrowed a small pot, and boiled the rice with water to make porridge.
Carrying the stomach medicine, porridge, and the boxed meal, she knocked on the door of Room 303.
Shen Jingchen opened the door, one hand clutching his stomach, his face pale. The moment he saw Xu Jiaojiao, he couldn’t hide his excitement.
“Jiaojiao, you’re here,” he said, his usually cold voice trembling slightly.
Xu Jiaojiao closed the door behind her, carrying the items while looking at him with concern. She helped him sit on the bed.
“Mr. Shen, are you alright? Please sit down.”
Shen Jingchen watched as she busied herself like a little bee, arranging everything neatly.
Her voice was gentle, her fair skin unblemished, making him want to protect her at all costs.
She squeezed out a pill from the medicine box and warmed the cheap bottled water provided by the hotel with her hands.
“Mr. Shen, this is stomach medicine. Please take it first,” she said softly, handing him the pill.
She was wearing a pristine white dress, standing before him as she offered the medicine.
Shen Jingchen took the familiar pill from her delicate hand. The bitter tablet dissolved on his tongue, and the taste of the unknown brand of water washed it down.
Strangely, he didn’t taste the bitterness—only sweetness.
This was the same medicine Jiaojiao had bought in a hurry the first time he had a stomachache in front of her.
Shen Jingchen knew that Jiaojiao didn’t suffer from stomach issues, but she always carried this box of medicine.
In the past, he would glare at her in disgust, saying, “Carrying stomach medicine with you—do you wish I’d always be sick?”
Now, looking back, Shen Jingchen wanted to slap his past self.
How could he have thought that? How could he have said such things?
Xu Jiaojiao screwed the cap back on the water bottle and opened the porridge and boxed meal she had brought.
“Mr. Shen, there aren’t any fancy restaurants here. The hotel doesn’t serve dinner either. This is a meal my friend’s team ordered. I made some porridge to make it easier to digest. Please eat a little. You can’t go without food when your stomach hurts.”
Shen Jingchen watched as Jiaojiao looked at him with such care, as if afraid of accidentally upsetting him. His heart ached.
Looking at the steaming porridge, he felt warmth in his stomach even before taking a bite.
In such a short time, Jiaojiao had gone out of her way to get him a boxed meal and borrow the kitchen.
This was her love for him—always so selfless.
Shen Jingchen had never eaten such a simple meal, but he found it delicious. The pain in his stomach eased, and the pair of beautiful eyes beside him watched him with concern, making him eat the porridge bite by bite.
Though it had little flavor, it was filled with Jiaojiao’s love.
Xu Jiaojiao was surprised to see Shen Jingchen actually eating the porridge she had hastily boiled with tap water.
Go ahead, eat it. Porridge isn’t good for an upset stomach. If he loved it so much, maybe he’d have another episode tonight and stop bothering her.
She quietly packed up the items, leaving the medicine behind.
Shen Jingchen went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth with bottled water. Watching Jiaojiao clean up and leave the medicine, he felt a surge of warmth.
“Mr. Shen, there’s a bread roll in the bag. If your stomach still hurts, eat something before bed and take another pill,” she said, glancing at her watch as if calculating the timing of the medicine’s effect.
Shen Jingchen’s cold face softened. “Alright.”
Xu Jiaojiao bit her lip, looking at him. “What happened to you here?” she asked, pointing to the faint bruise on the corner of his lips.
Shen Jingchen realized what she was referring to and smiled faintly, brushing it off.
“I ran into Xiao Yan downstairs. Young people are hot-headed. Don’t worry about it.”
He subtly threw Ji Mingyan under the bus, noting the change in Jiaojiao’s expression.
Her hand reached out as if to touch him but quickly withdrew. She lowered her head slightly, as if complaining about Ji Mingyan. “How could he lay a hand on you?”
Shen Jingchen smiled silently. “It’s fine, Jiaojiao. I’m the elder. It’s not right for me to argue with someone younger.”
Xu Jiaojiao sneered inwardly. Two idiots. Did they really think I didn’t see their fight from upstairs? You sure looked like you were arguing just fine.
It's a pity that their faces weren't more injured; otherwise, she would have definitely taken some embarrassing photos to show those who idolize them as male gods what they really look like.
She bit her lip, not saying anything, only concerned: "You should rest early."
Xu Jiaojiao walked to the door, but before she could open it, Shen Jingchen suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Mr. Shen?" Xu Jiaojiao turned back, her delicate features showing a mix of confusion and a hint of excitement.
He lowered his head slightly, his cold, handsome face getting closer and closer to Xu Jiaojiao, so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.
"Jiaojiao, don't call me Mr. Shen anymore."
His hand gently caressed the top of her head. "From now on, let me be your husband, okay?"
He watched as a visible blush spread across Xu Jiaojiao's face, her entire expression one of disbelief.
Shen Jingchen's heart softened even more. His Jiaojiao must be overjoyed by this news.
She would be his little wife, the only love of his life.
In this lifetime, he would never let her go.
Xu Jiaojiao was truly in shock. One after another, these events were more of a fright than a delight.
She looked startled, letting go of his hand in a panic, unsure of what to do.
"Mr. Shen, I... I..."
It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and she could only manage to say, "I'm only nineteen."
Shen Jingchen chuckled softly. "Exactly, you're nineteen, the best age. We can get engaged first, and next year, when you reach the legal age, we can get married."
He couldn't wait to take Xu Jiaojiao under his wing. He would make up for everything from their past life, cherishing and loving her.
"Mr. Shen, this joke isn't very funny," Xu Jiaojiao stammered, taking deep breaths as if trying to give him an out.
She pulled open the door. "You should rest well. I'll be going now."
Her flowing skirt fluttered around her calves as the young girl hurried away, leaving like a fluttering butterfly that had landed in Shen Jingchen's heart.
He closed the door and murmured to himself, "Did I scare Jiaojiao?"
Shen Jingchen sat back down on the edge of the bed, his thoughts racing. He had been a bit too hasty. After all, Jiaojiao was just a girl who had just started college. But the thought of their past life made his heart ache.
He was in a hurry, but it was necessary.
Ji Mingyan, Wen Yu, and that foolish boy Liang Ruichi—Shen Jingchen's eyes filled with disdain. Did they really think they were worthy?
His phone buzzed, and he saw a message from Xu Jiaojiao.
[Jiaojiao]: Mr. Shen, I've already returned to my room. You should rest early and take care of yourself. Goodnight.
Shen Jingchen smiled as he read the message and replied with a simple "Goodnight."
But he couldn't help but think that Jiaojiao would probably be too excited to sleep tonight.
It's alright, Jiaojiao. Tomorrow, he would prove his feelings to her.
...
Yan and Zhu Jue slept peacefully through the night and woke up early, their biological clocks kicking in.
As Yan stretched and was about to walk into the dining room, she noticed the members of the Jidao team gathered in the hotel lobby, peeking out the door at something.
Yan and Jue Jue exchanged a glance and quickly walked over. Could there be another fight so early in the morning?
"What's going on?" they asked as they approached, and the team members made room for them.
"Little Yan, look! This is amazing. Where did this food truck come from?"
"There's a chef cooking on the spot. I'm stunned."
Yan and Zhu Jue were equally stunned by the scene before them.
In the open space in front of the hotel, two large trucks with their own equipment had appeared out of nowhere. Seven or eight figures in chef uniforms were busy at work.
Yan saw a chef with a golden belt around his waist cooking a bowl of noodles on the spot.
Under a nearby canopy, a well-dressed, mature man sat at an elegant table, while the young girl across from him looked visibly uncomfortable.
"Jiaojiao, I remember you like Zhajiang noodles. Chef Du from Ning City Royal Hotel is a master at this. Handmade, freshly prepared."
As Shen Jingchen spoke, an elite assistant standing beside the chef brought over a plate of freshly cooked Zhajiang noodles.
Two food carts appeared beside their table, one filled with Chinese dishes and the other with Western cuisine. The spread was dazzling, with Spanish ham being sliced on the spot by the chef.
"Mr. Shen, this... this is too extravagant," Xu Jiaojiao said, her hands clasped tightly together.
"Jiaojiao, I told you not to call me Mr. Shen."
"If you're not ready to call me 'husband' yet, then call me Jingchen, alright?"
Xu Jiaojiao felt a shiver run down her spine. She tried to look around to distract herself, and her eyes caught sight of the group at the hotel entrance.
Shen Jingchen noticed her gaze and followed it, spotting a familiar-looking couple.
They were Jiaojiao's high school classmates, he vaguely remembered, and they seemed to be on good terms with her. He spoke up, "Is that the friend team you mentioned last night? The two kids look familiar. Is that... Yan? Little Yan, right?"
"Invite them to join us. There's plenty of food, and we can't finish it all," Shen Jingchen said magnanimously, opening his hand in invitation.
Thinking about the plain porridge and milk Yan and the others had eaten yesterday, Xu Jiaojiao figured it wouldn't hurt to let them enjoy this feast. Otherwise, Shen Jingchen would just let the extra ingredients go to waste.
She waved at Yan. "Yan, bring your team over for breakfast. There's plenty here."
The onlookers all turned to Yan, who pondered for a moment.
This was like getting a taste of the VIP treatment, right? In the desert, they'd been making do with simple meals, and the town's resources were scarce. A free meal for the team was a good deal.
She waved her hand. "Let's go, let's grab some good food," and walked toward the food trucks.
At that moment, Ji Mingyan emerged from the crowd inside the hotel. He took in the scene before him, his anger boiling over.
The young man in a white shirt sneered, "President Shen, ha, as expected of President Shen."
"Shouldn't you be picking up your fiancée instead of chasing after Jiaojiao?"
Shen Jingchen was at the food truck, preparing a plate of Western breakfast for Xu Jiaojiao. He spread butter on the bread with a knife, his movements elegant and precise, before placing the plate in front of her.
Only then did he slowly look up at Ji Mingyan. "A true gentleman wouldn't interrupt someone else's meal."
In her past life, Xu Jiaojiao had endured enough of this cold, Western food while accompanying Shen Jingchen. The man had even developed stomach problems from eating it abroad, yet he still made her join him.
She silently accepted the Zhajiang noodles, mixing the meat sauce with her chopsticks, when she suddenly touched something hard.
Xu Jiaojiao froze. She picked it up with her chopsticks and pulled out a blue sapphire ring, at least ten carats in size, from the bottom of the bowl.
Yan and Zhu Jue, who were holding bowls of freshly cooked noodles, were stunned.
The onlookers were equally shocked!
Holy cow! Isn't this the setup for a proposal?
"Shen Jingchen!" Ji Mingyan's eyes turned red at the sight of the ring.
Shen Jingchen acted as if he hadn't heard him. He gently took Xu Jiaojiao's hand and smiled.
"Endless Blue. It suits you perfectly, Jiaojiao."
"A belated high school graduation gift, personally gifted by me. May your future be boundless."
An elite assistant, who had been standing unnoticed, suddenly appeared, holding a stack of documents ready for signing.
Xu Jiaojiao stared at the ring in disbelief. If she remembered correctly, this blue sapphire ring was something Shen Jingchen had just bought at an auction, meant for Su Nian.
Endless Blue, sourced from Africa, with a hammer price of 170 million.
Her breathing quickened. Even though Su Nian hadn't accepted it in their past life, this was nearly 200 million!
"Jiaojiao, you can't accept that. That's his..." Ji Mingyan was about to blurt out.
Shen Jingchen cut him off sharply, his smile laced with menace. "Classmate Ji, whether Jiaojiao accepts my gift or not is none of your concern."
"I remember someone ruined Jiaojiao's high school graduation gift. As the school director and her senior, I'll make it up to her."
He wiped the knife with a handkerchief and glanced at Ji Mingyan.
"Thinking you can win a girl over with just a house? That's too easy, don't you think?"
Yan, holding her bowl, couldn't help but stare at the knife, fearing it might turn into a bloody scene at any moment.
She was so nervous.
They had already fought yesterday. Please don't let this escalate into a legal matter today!
That knife looks so sharp, so dangerous! She reached for her phone, ready to dial 110 and 120 at any moment.
At this moment, Ji Mingyan's face turned pale and flushed in patches. It seemed like he had thought of something, and his tone shifted abruptly. He met Shen Jingchen's cold, piercing gaze with an equally stern look and spoke to Xu Jiaojiao:
"Sign it, Jiaojiao. Sign it. This is what he owes you, after all."
"Just a piece of stone. Truly, the mark of a businessman—reeking of money."
Shen Jingchen looked at him indifferently, as if he had heard something amusing. He smiled meaningfully and said,
"Ji Mingyan, I look forward to it. Don’t worry, I won’t stop you from giving Jiaojiao whatever you want to give her."
"Debts must always be repaid."
Under the intense gazes of the two men, Xu Jiaojiao shivered as she was forced to sign, accepting a blue sapphire worth nearly 200 million yuan.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Fight, go ahead and fight. All of this is being forced upon me, given to me without my consent.
By the dining cart, Chef Du was cooking furiously. Yan stood nearby, slurping noodles from a bowl. Zhu Jue was nibbling on a piece of bread, President Qin had somehow gotten hold of a watermelon-shaped bun and was munching on it, and Manager Li, hiding behind them, had already downed four small bowls of noodle soup.
Yan silently calculated in her mind. In just two days, Xu Jiaojiao had already netted 200 million yuan, averaging 100 million a day. Truly a person with an aura of success, her earning power rivaled that of her two other roommates.
As for Yan and Jue Jue, they could only follow behind and sip the leftovers.
Like today, for instance, they enjoyed a luxurious breakfast—literally drinking noodle soup—along with some impromptu dinner entertainment, leaving them stuffed and satisfied.
*Burp!*
