nveloped in his embrace. She had taken off her jacket while cooking porridge, and through her sweater, she could feel the warmth of his body and the strong, powerful beat of his heart.She felt a litt...Fu Yan rarely replied without a word, and Ji Lin knew she was truly hurt by Huo Mingzheng.

They arrived at Wang's Congee Shop at eleven o'clock in the morning. The shop wasn't very crowded yet. Ji Linzhao greeted the proprietress as usual, charming her into bringing up their signature pickled cucumbers.

Fu Yan likes to eat cucumbers, the best cucumber salad she's ever had was from Wang Ji's, and...

She took a bite of the cucumber, crisp and crunchy, masking some kind of shattering sound within her body.

She had once eaten delicious cucumber dishes at a manor in Jinling, which was just as good as those from Wangji's. Huo Mingzheng was extravagant and hired only top-notch chefs.

Ji Lin pushed all the cucumbers to her face.

Aunt Wang was reluctant to take out the pickled cucumbers because her husband loved them so much. The process was complicated, so she didn't make many. It took him a while to coax her into bringing out a small dish.

“Here comes the fish slice porridge and beef porridge, handsome one. As always, I've only put ginger water in yours, no ginger.” Aunt Wang placed the two clay pot porridges down.

Ji Lin's mouth was sweet, "Still Wang Shen remembers my preferences. Where can I find such a beautiful and intelligent boss lady like you"

Madam Wang was so pleased that she beamed, "You handsome young men are more picky than girls! Last time Xiao Fu brought some handsome guys over, they wouldn't eat onions or cilantro, they were very particular."

Ji Lin feigned jealousy, "You brought other men here behind my back"

Fu Yan took a sip of congee. It was too hot, and she burned her tongue. Ji Lin let out a disapproving tsk and immediately poured her a glass of cold water. "Quickly, take a mouthful."

Fu Yan held the cold water in her mouth for a while before spitting it out. Her tongue finally didn't hurt as much.

"How old are you, and why aren't you blowing on it before eating" Ji Lin pinched her cheek and carefully examined her tongue, which was a little red. "Does it hurt"

Fu Yan shook her head and continued to drink the porridge.

Ji Lin looked at her, seeing that she didn't want to speak. He suddenly said, "It's Huo Mingzheng, isn't it"

Fu Yan held the spoon in her hand for a moment.

She didn't deny it, which amounted to admitting it.

Just then, the shop door was pushed open from outside. Fu Yan was facing the door, so she saw Cao Fang at once.

She unconsciously clutched her spoon tighter, but Cao walked straight towards her, with no one behind him.

"Miss Fu, Young Master Ji." He greeted them.

Ji Lin let out a cold snort. He was disgusted with the whole situation, and Cao Fang was Huo Mingzheng's man—a glance at him was too much.

Fu Yan had no anger towards Cao Fang, “How did you come here”

Cao Fang looked at her and said, “Miss Li wants to drink porridge. Mr. Huo said the porridge here is good, so he asked me to come buy some.”

Fu Yan remembered that night, Huo Mingzheng complained about the environment while finishing a bowl of porridge.

"Oh, you woke up so quickly. Are you feeling hungry enough for some congee" Ji Lin understood the subtle energies at play.

Cao Fang explained: "Miss Li is weak in health."

Ji Lin nodded, "Yes, she is weak. My sister Fu Yan is strong, so she deserves to be wronged."

Cao Fang was embarrassed and said, "Second Young Master Ji..."

Fu Yan glanced at Ji Lin and said to Cao Fang, "You go pack up."

Cao Fang left, she said to Ji Lin: "Why are you taking your anger out on him"

"I just don't like Huo Mingzheng, and I can't stand his people either."

Fu Yan smiled, "It's my fault. I ruined a great weekend for my dear Ji Ge."

Ji Lin pretended to be very humiliated, “You say it, how do you compensate me”

I do whatever you say, will you be satisfied

"This is what you said."

"Hmm." Fu Yan was also very fond of Ji Lin.

Cao Fang stood not far from their table. Ji Lin's voice wasn't deliberately lowered, "Why don't you and Fu Hanlin give it a try"devoid of life.It is already eleven o'clock at night.Three hours ago, Qicè called. She didn't answer.Even with three phone calls, she still didn't answer.She thought he would keep fighting endlessly,...