is chest… such thinness.If she had been given that half a million dollars back then, perhaps she wouldn't be like this today.Unable to resist, I reached out and rubbed my fingertip against the callus...Exhausted, Jian Tong drove her car to the foot of the residential building, but instead of going to the underground parking garage, she stayed in the car. She didn't really feel like getting out. She rolled down the window halfway, leaned her head out, and looked up at the floors above.

That house was brightly lit.

Before Shen Xiujin moved in, it was often pitch black.

Now, the lights were on, indicating that someone was waiting for her to return home.

But why was she so resistant

This day was very chaotic. Caine Feroche and Jian Mo Bai rushed from one battlefield to another. Home, the most private place, she wasn't in a hurry to go back.

During the day, Xi Chen came to find her for the key. He didn't say a word, took the key and left, yet made her feel like she was nothing. He looked at her as if she were not even worthy of being considered an eight-year-old child.

A mobile phone ringtone, in the quiet carriage, rang abruptly.

She reached out and took it.

"Come have a drink... uh... I'll have the alcohol, you have tea."

Hearing this familiar voice, Jian Tong unconsciously relaxed her tense emotions. A hint of joy appeared on her delicate face: "Good. The old place"

"Well, the old place. I'll be waiting for you."

The call ended, Jian Tong put down her phone and turned the car key. She hesitated for a moment, then craned her neck to look at the lit-up window upstairs again.

A quick press of the lips, a hard stomp on the gas pedal... shouldn't have softened my heart, don't go softening your heart, he's at home, he won't run away.

The car stopped at a club and was led to an elegant private room by the attendant.

"Come, sit. Here's some freshly arrived Pu-erh tea."

"Meng Jie is so thoughtful. She knows I love this dish." Jian Tong was not reserved, walking into the other room, putting down her bag and taking off her jacket before sitting down.

"Busy bee, superwoman, how are you doing lately"

Su Meng talked while pouring tea for Jian Tong.

Jian Tong laughed: "Dream Sister, just get to the point. Calling you a busy person and a strong woman all the time feels awkward."

"Alright, alright, no more jokes," Su Meng cut straight to the chase: "I heard something."

"You said so."

"Xiao Heng, do you remember"

Jian Tong lowered her eyes, her expression unchanged: "The young master of the Xiao Group, right"

At the tone of speech from Jian Tong, Su Menghe and others already understood that the other party was unwilling to mention Xiao Heng.

As expected, that incident from back then still feels like a thorn in my side.

"Yes, him. He's been showing up at nightclubs a lot lately."

Before Su Meng could finish, Jian Tong lightly said, "Xiao Shao has always been a player. It's nothing strange."

Su Meng heard this, her eyes flickered, in the blink of an eye, she guessed Jian Tong's thoughts, and chuckled:

“Well, it seems you’re out of the loop.” Su Meng twirled her wine glass gently, letting out a dismissive “tsk tsk”. "Hey, I have to say, Chairman Jian, as the CEO of a publicly listed company, your information is seriously outdated. That won't do."

Jian Tong remained silent, sipping her tea and waiting for Su Meng's next words.

A few days ago, I saw Xiao Dashi at the East Imperial Palace.

It's not unusual for Xiao Dash Shao to linger among flowers, but wouldn't it be strange if he were seen with Lu Mingchu, the chairman of the Lu Corporation

Jian Tong's drooping eyes, eyelashes trembled slightly: "What did you see"

You know, I've been working for the Boss for many years.

Compared to Shen Er and the others, I am naturally inferior.

But a woman's sixth sense has always been very accurate.

Su Meng suddenly put down the wine glass in her hand, with a light "bang" as it hit the table. She raised an eyebrow, her expression solemn and focused on Jian Tong:

"Boss, is something wrong"

Jian Tong was caught off guard, his hand trembled slightly, scattering tea residue. A few drops of tea splashed onto the table. Su Meng's gaze followed downwards, finally settling with a cold glint on those spilled drops of tea.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Jian Tong spoke softly.

"Child, you know me. I've been frequenting nightclubs for a long time. You yourself have been there before, so you know best of all – the people who can stay in such a dazzling place are the most perceptive."

Su Mengyi pointed at Jian Tong: “You, you can’t fool me.”

Jian Tong hung his head, his hands still holding the teacup, motionless. Time seemed to stand still.

Su Meng did not press her advantage, but simply stared intently at Jian Tong across from her with burning eyes.

For a long time

"Nothing."

Jian Tong remained unmoved, replying calmly.

She trusts Su Meng, but she can't risk using him.

Just a moment ago, she became acutely aware of something deep inside her—she wasn't willing to risk him, not one bit.

She trusts Su Meng, and if it were her own business, she could tell Su Meng honestly.

But she didn't want to talk about that person.

She no longer wanted to admit it, but in that instant, she also clearly realized — she could hate him, resent him, and even seek revenge against him, but she couldn't let him get into danger.

Sumeng didn't ask further.

After a moment's thought, he said: "Little one, I just want to tell you. Lu Mingchu is not a good person. Xiao Heng has always disliked Lu Mingchu. He finds him loathsome."

Everyone in S City's social circle knows that Xiao Jia, the eldest son of the Xiao family, and Lu Mingchu don't get along. They can't stand each other.

"Boss... it's been a long time since he's appeared in public."

Jian Tong's eyelids jumped, a hint of caution in her eyes. She raised her gaze, looking at Su Meng with a deep intensity... Even Su Meng had started to notice something was wrong. So, what about Old Master Shen

That shrewd and capable old man, I'm afraid, has probably already begun to suspect something.

She cast one last lingering look at Su Meng, but Su Meng changed the subject at this moment:

"Boss saved my life."

She let out a light chuckle, crossed her arms and rested them on the table, her eyes clouding over with memories, a hint of bewilderment in them: “Boss, he...he gave me a second chance. ”

I, Su Meng, am not a white-eyed wolf.

Jian Tong, before I met you, I had never disobeyed my boss's words or orders. Only with you, I pay lip service while secretly doing the opposite.

"Do you know why"

"Meng Jie, you once said that I'm like you back then."

A wry smile curled upon Su Meng's lips: "Yes, you resemble me from years ago. It's not that I'm helping you, but rather myself."

I'm helping you, it's like helping myself back then. Even though I know very well that the me from back then wouldn't be able to change things just because of what I do now.

Jian Tong, I hope you are happy.

As if I hope that I of the past could be happy.

Jian Tong had never seen Su Meng look so forlorn, with each breath he felt a pang of sympathy.

"Boss, he actually cares about you, it's just that he doesn't understand what feelings or love are. He..."

"Dream sister!" Jian Tong suddenly interrupted Su Meng, clutching the teacup in her palm tightly: "If you invited me here today just to relax and chat over tea, I'm very grateful.

"That's all I have to say."

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with agony: "He... he's the calamity of my life. Falling in love with him was my first mistake, loving him to the point of ruin... so I gambled away half my life for him."

Jian Tong suddenly raised her head, her eyes red: "Meng Jie, half my life, isn't that enough"ils, the smell of shampoo from her bathroom.It was him.She surprisingly didn't find it strange, and unusually didn't call out to the person.He walked past quietly, stood beside the sofa, and watched s...