Gu Zixuan was trying hard to think, but she couldn’t figure it out. Until a gust of autumn wind blew in from the window, and she sneezed involuntarily. Looking at her bed and her own covers, in an instant, what else was there to think about! Only the desire to sleep and the urge to strangle Feng Chengjin began to spread. She wanted to take a shower to calm her mind, but considering that Feng Chengjin had just washed up, if she went right after, wouldn’t that kind of hint and imagery be a bit too... She thought about washing up, but then remembered that he had used her toothbrush... In an instant, her face reddened with anger and she didn’t know what to do. Finally, as Feng Chengjin’s breathing became more steady, it was clear he was truly falling into a deep sleep. She pursed her lips, quietly stepped forward, pulled back the covers, turned off the bedroom light, and cat-like, crept onto the bed to lie on the other side. After all, they’re already divorced, and they had shared a bed while in France, so no need to be pretentious, sleep then sleep. It’s not like she was an ancient concubine serving an emperor, was she supposed to stay up watching over him all night? However, this was Gu Zixuan’s first time going to bed without washing up, and as she lay down thinking about her state, she felt so tired and thought she was being so slovenly, intolerably so... Tossing and turning, eventually, she couldn’t stand it anymore and sat up straight. She realized another hour had passed. Angrily glancing at Feng Chengjin, she got out of bed and quietly walked into the bathroom. When the sound of water running and the toothbrush clinking against the glass cup came from the bathroom, Gu Zixuan held the toothbrush feeling humiliated and bullied, while in the bedroom, Feng Chengjin slowly opened his eyes, a faint smile on the corners of his lips. After a while, Gu Zixuan came out in different pajamas. The pajamas were very conservative, moon-white ice silk material, double-layered, and the outer layer reaching beyond her knees. Most importantly, to protect herself, she had specifically found a pair of pajama pants to wear underneath. Absolutely fed up, she glanced angrily again at Feng Chengjin, seeing he was still breathing evenly, she turned and quietly lay down beside him. This feeling was too strange, it was as if they were an old couple living the same daily life, sharing household items, sleeping on the same bed. Ultimately, what left her feeling the most helpless was, she unexpectedly didn’t dislike lying so close to him... Am I crazy? Do I like him to this extent? Gu Zixuan pondered gloomily, then quickly shook her head, casting aside all chaotic feelings, trying to sleep quietly by the edge of the bed. After a long time, when her breathing finally evened out. Beside her, a pair of Mo Tong eyes slowly opened again. Turning his body, he looked at her, and beside him, Gu Zixuan’s slender back combined with the fabric of her pajamas appeared uniquely gentle in the moonlight. But none of that was his focus. He only leaned over to drop his gaze on Gu Zixuan’s ring finger, seeing her asleep, he drew her hand over to study it closely. The pair of rings were very simple band designs, maybe worn for many years, leaving shallow grooves on her ring finger, but if Feng Chengjin remembered correctly, the grooves now were shallower than they looked a few days ago, some marks were fading. Looking over Gu Zixuan’s nature again, if she hadn’t let go of something in her heart, she wouldn’t be in any circumstance going to bed . In a flash, Feng Chengjin’s deep Mo Tong seemed to realize something. With a profound smile, he glanced at her sleeping posture, released her hand, turned his back, and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the downstairs of the lively Jinyue Zijing Mansion tonight. Riding a Harley motorcycle, stopping beside the flower bushes, Liang Yichao looked up at the building with a feeling of frustration. Beside him, Young Master Li was even more frustrated, constantly swatting around, "What season is this, how come there are still mosquitoes? Second Master, are you going up or not tonight?" "Shut up! It’s not that I don’t want to!" Liang Yichao quivered looking at a parked white luxury car in the community parking spot, and thinking about the text message Yu Wei had sent him ten days ago, [Don’t come to see me lately, my brother is visiting every day.] Liang Yichao, frustratedly glanced at two heavily made-up, provocatively dressed young women next to him. Honestly don’t know if these are humans, why it feels like their body structures live in different worlds. Women in their thirties are like wolves, Yu Wei is almost thirty too, how come she’s not wolfish. Thinking of how it’s been a full 53 days since he last touched a woman, Liang Yichao felt inexplicably restless. Since Liang Yichao took no action, a spunky girl chewing gum and blowing bubbles beside him couldn’t hold it in, "Second Master, this won’t do, with Yu guarding all the time, you need to think of a way to trick Miss Yu out." "Yeah, yeah, Second Master, if a brute approach won’t work, then try a gentle one." Another spunky girl admired Liang Yichao but also understood Second Master’s temper was known around, except for Miss Yu, he sleeps with no one else. So, they had to painfully offer up ideas. Liang Yichao was stunned for a moment, frowned, understanding what these people meant. Although Yu Wei has a fiery temper, she has received higher education and studied abroad in Columbia. Since he was young, he always ranked at the bottom in studies. Even though he worked hard for a year in his senior year to try to keep up with Yu Wei, he barely managed a score for a second-tier college. Who would have thought Yu Wei went straight abroad? Since then, he just escaped all the way through his university courses... He lit a cigarette, furrowed his brow, thought for a long time, but still couldn’t think of anything artistic to put up a pretentious front with. In the end, it was Young Master Li who couldn’t help but say, "Reciting poetry is elegant!" Liang Yichao curled the corner of his lips, took out his phone, checked the lights upstairs, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Everyone, get on Baidu!" "Because I’ve never memorized poetry before!" 42nd floor, in the master bedroom of the mansion suite. The warm amber light in the deep night made people’s complexion appear gentle. Yu Wei glanced at the man opposite her, then at the text message on her phone, and couldn’t help but let out a "pfft!" as she secretly laughed. Yu Yuanshen furrowed his brows as he looked at his sister. Initially, he came out of Gu Zixuan’s room to ask Yu Wei what she wanted for breakfast, just trying to start a conversation with her and gather some information. Official source is novelFirｅ.net After all, wasn’t it not only Gu Zixuan who looked strange today, right? Where did Yu Wei’s odd secretive laughter come from? But at this moment, as the text message tone sounded, Yu Yuanshen glanced down at the phone screen, frowned deeply, and felt it was unnecessary to ask. Yu Wei actually understood why Yu Yuanshen came to her. To be honest, by this stage of the play, things were more or less figured out, but since Gu Zixuan didn’t want to reveal it, she, as a best friend, knew it wasn’t a good time to uncover it. However, she hadn’t figured out how to fend off her super intelligent brother. She was already ready to die, but Liang Yichao’s text messages kept coming frequently. So much that she couldn’t even pretend to focus on her brother’s mature and steady demeanor. Yu Wei was holding her breath. Yu Yuanshen glanced at her, took a look, and stood up, "I’m going to sleep. You should rest early too." Outside in the hallway, Yu Yuanshen looked at that door, pondered for a moment, walked up to it, but saw the darkness of the closed lights through the cracks, hesitated for a while, and eventually furrowed his brows and went downstairs. In the bedroom, Yu Wei hadn’t recovered from her suppressed laughter and didn’t understand why Yu Yuanshen suddenly let her go. However, it was good that Yu Yuanshen left. She took her phone, looked at the "ding" sound of a new message, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. On her phone, Liang Yichao’s text message was brightly displayed. [Softly is the farewell of the flutes and drums, silence is tonight’s Cambridge.] [Stop the car to enjoy the maple forest at dusk, frost leaves are redder than February flowers.] [Please listen carefully, the trembling leaves are my waiting passion. And when you finally walk by indifferently, behind you was a ground full of. My friend, that was not petals, but my withered heart.] [Chairman Mao once said, imperialism is a paper tiger. Chairman Mao also said, we must develop sports to improve people’s physique. Weiwei, all reactionary forces are paper tigers. They look scary, but actually don’t have any formidable power. From a long-term perspective, truly strong forces do not belong to reactionary forces, but to the people!] "Pfft!" Yu Wei laughed so hard she shook like a flower swaying in the wind, her shoulders trembling, and nearly squeezed out tears. Downstairs, after not seeing a reply from Yu Wei for a long time, Liang Yichao felt depressed. Smoking a cigarette, he tapped the unresponsive phone screen repeatedly. After a long time, he couldn’t help but curse, "Damn it! Is this useless? Is her phone broken?" Nearby, a few people with frustrated expressions, including Young Master Li, couldn’t help but furrow their brows, scratched their heads, depressed, "It doesn’t make sense. The hint was so obvious. How about, Mr. Li, you hit her with something more elegantly artistic, sing a love song?" Liang Yichao furrowed his brows, glanced at the security guards with torches who seemed nervous but never approached, and said, "Sing what?" Young Master Li and two spicy girls looked at each other, after a whirlwind of pub hype music in their heads, collectively said in unison, "booty/music!" Instantly, Liang Yichao thought of the overly explicit lyrics, "Let’s/get/to/it/get/to/it, ... Baby/that’s/the/way/I/like/it, That’s/the/way/you/like/it..." Angrily, he slapped the back of Young Master Li’s head, "Damn it! Am I such a straightforward person!"