n Jian Tong saw that figure at her dorm door, she always felt her teeth and palms itching.Repeated defeats, repeated victories.In this unawareness, the wound seemed not as sensitive as it was at first...Jian Tong looked at the sky, it was going to rain.

He stood up, turned around, and quietly walked into the house.

Xia Guanjia couldn't believe his eyes. Right before him, Jian Tong stood up and left without a word.

He could certainly chase after them, relentlessly. But at morning time, the words spoken to him by those he had served his whole life still echoed in his ears.

Summer Butler's face flickered with a multitude of expressions.

He stood guard over her, saying plainly that if he could not face Jian Tong calmly, he would have to send him back to the old master's side. He also said he would give him a generous sum of money.

Could all the money in the world buy back his daughter's life

Yet, the gentleman defended this woman so fiercely!

Jane didn't feel that prickling sensation on the back of her neck from being watched until she stepped inside the house.

As soon as I stepped into the room, my whole body went soft.

Take one last look at this house... it's hard to imagine how the days ahead will be so agonizing.

As the conflict and friction between Xia Wei Ming's father and her today won't be resolved just by this conversation.

Shaking her head, she brushed all the scattered thoughts out of her mind...

……

As the sky gradually darkened, in the dining hall of Shen's manor, a man and a woman sat at a table, quietly eating.

Looking at the dishes before her, which were full of color, fragrance and flavor, she had no appetite.

She barely managed to scoop two mouthfuls of white rice, then using chopsticks, she placed a piece of beef into her bowl.

Glancing at the extra beef bits in the bowl, Jian Tong didn't refuse.

When picking up rice, he would somehow, intentionally or unintentionally, always avoid the beef pieces.

The man beside her watched, raised an eyebrow, and then reached into her bowl with his chopsticks. He picked up the piece of beef and held it to her lips: "Eat."

Jian Tong looked at the piece of beef on her chopsticks. Her stomach churned with discomfort. Under the intense pressure of the gaze fixed upon her, she reluctantly opened her mouth under that fiery stare, took a bite with her teeth, and swallowed the beef morsel.

She chewed it a couple of times, but couldn't quite break it down, and just wanted to swallow it whole.

"I don't mind chewing it myself and feeding it to you mouth-to-mouth." The faint voice sounded beside him, and when Jian Tong heard it, he instantly understood his meaning.

The piece of beef he had been about to swallow whole got stuck in his throat. He didn't dare swallow it all at once and challenge the limits of the man beside him.

From the cheeks that had been stiff since just now, they moved, chewing bite by bite on the beef in their mouths.

The old butler brought up the last bowl of soup. As always, he ladled a small bowl first for Shen Xiuqin, and then prepared another bowl to serve before Jian Tong.

"Wait a moment," A man's voice, soft and clear, rang out from the side. Shen Xiujin picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his mouth, and with his long fingers, stretched out to snatch the small bowl of soup directly from Xia Guanjia's hand.

“She doesn’t eat scallions.” The voice was low and quiet, but his hands were busy. He skillfully and quickly picked out the green onions from the soup. Without looking up, he gave Xia Butler a casual instruction: “Next time we cook, don't put scallions in any of the dishes.”

He picked out the scallions from the bowl of soup, leaving it entirely devoid of their green presence. With a casual flick of his wrist, he pushed the bowl towards Jian Tong's direction, saying nonchalantly:

"Checked it, all the cilantro is clean, drink it up."

Perhaps only Shen Xiujing in this world could make words of concern sound like orders coming from his mouth.

Xia, the butler, stood beside her, his cheek muscles bulging. The hand that was originally kept rigidly behind him clenched into a fist.

Even such small details are remembered perfectly!

So... what about Wei Ming

What is Wei Ming

Does Mr. [Name]'s heart... still hold the presence of Wei Ming

If even Mr. Lian doesn't remember Wei Ming... Wei Ming is not too pitiful, isn't she

No, that won't do! ... A cold glint flashed in Xia Guanjia's eyes; he absolutely wouldn't allow this situation to happen!

Be quick, move quickly!ad of just a walking corpse who breathes."Sumeng said this intentionally or unintentionally, and she was saying it to the big boss beside her.She was now drenched in cold sweat... She was also afraid...