Over there, Shen Qingzhou and Lin Qiao were deeply in love; over here, Fang Mingjun and Xie Jiayi were also developing a relationship full of intrigue.
Xie Jiayi was sleeping in the lounge inside Fang Mingjun’s office. Though called a lounge, it was actually more comfortable and cozy than many residential bedrooms. It might not have been luxurious, but it had everything one could possibly need during a rest. Here, one could completely relax, free from any worries about lacking comfort.
Fang Mingjun had a hectic job, often leaving no time even to eat properly. He needed a place where he could truly rest. But since his divorce from Xie Jiayi and his son Fang Zheng going to jail, he hadn’t been able to rest well again.
Fang Mingjun couldn’t even enjoy a full night’s sleep anymore. Often, he would wake up in the middle of the night, haunted by thoughts of whether he should have been less hasty in marrying his American wife, having this child, and losing her all at once.
Fang Mingjun’s first wife had been a genuine white American girl—a famous actress and supermodel from Hollywood. Though not quite a global sensation, their marriage had definitely drawn significant public attention. After all, a top Hollywood star at the peak of her career marrying a Chinese-American businessman and giving up her career to start a family was naturally something everyone followed closely.
After marrying her, Fang Mingjun’s life became surrounded by media and paparazzi. At first, this caused frequent arguments between them, but everything changed when she became pregnant.
Undoubtedly, Fang Mingjun was a good husband and a good father—a responsible, devoted man. Once his wife became pregnant, her moods fluctuated wildly. She was capricious, demanding the moon and stars, yet he never hesitated. He fulfilled every whim, making sure everything was handled meticulously to satisfy the woman who was about to give him a child. Their marital relationship had always been strong.
However, sometimes reality is unpredictable. When you’re tired of the chaos, life seems to promise you eternal happiness. But then, suddenly, you receive the devastating news that your wife has died during childbirth, leaving behind your child.
Fang Mingjun hadn’t even been able to see his wife before she passed, a fact that haunted him with guilt. Because of this, he doted on their only son.
Growing up in America with wealth, it was only natural for Fang Zheng to become an outstanding and handsome young man. Busy with work and rarely involved in his son’s education and daily life, Fang Mingjun still felt proud when he saw his son excelling academically and showing great business talent.
From the first time Fang Zheng got into legal trouble to the day he was finally imprisoned, Fang Mingjun had never lost faith in his son. Even now that he was behind bars, Fang Zheng remained his only child. No matter how many people despised or abandoned him, Fang Mingjun could never do the same.
At this moment, Fang Mingjun sat by the bed in the lounge, watching Xie Jiayi sleep soundly under the silk quilt. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter before finally relaxing, and he let out a soft sigh. Love comes after pregnancy—this CEO finally gave in.
Just then, Xie Jiayi—who had seemed deeply asleep—suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze clear and alert as she looked at Fang Mingjun sitting by the bed. This sudden shift startled him.
“Surprised?” she asked softly, sitting up and stretching lazily, brushing her long black hair. “Did Qingzhou pick up the child already?”
Fang Mingjun nodded slightly, narrowing his eyes. “When did you wake up?”
Xie Jiayi looked at him. “When you carried the child out.”
Ah, that was when Shen Qingzhou had just arrived, and Fang Mingjun had gone out to hand the child over.
Fang Mingjun asked in surprise, “Then why didn’t you leave with them?”
Xie Jiayi gazed at him, her expression turning complex. She turned her head away and sat sideways on the bed. The dim light in the lounge outlined her graceful figure, momentarily bringing back memories of when they had first married.
Back then, Fang Mingjun had known Xie Jiayi for three years. He met her after she divorced Shen Yinming and moved overseas. As a well-known socialite in the industry, it was hard not to notice her. Her name and news about her constantly appeared in his life. But back then, he was too busy to pay much attention, only keeping a vague image of a beautiful woman in his mind. Who would have thought they would eventually remarry?
“I’m leaving,” Xie Jiayi suddenly threw off the blanket and got up, her back to him. “If you have nothing to say, I’ll head back.” She lowered her voice, adjusting her clothes as she walked toward the door. “The kids must be waiting anxiously.”
Yes, they were already at an age where they could be grandparents. Her hair looked black, but how many times had she dyed it? Only she knew how much of it was truly dark.
They were old now, past the age for romantic entanglements. At this stage of life, the only thing that truly mattered was their children—again, and again.
Fang Mingjun watched Xie Jiayi walk out of the lounge. After a moment’s hesitation, he stood up and followed her out. He was tall and upright, dressed in an expensive, tailor-made shirt and trousers that accentuated his figure. The mature, steady aura and distinguished demeanor he carried were incredibly captivating. When Xie Jiayi glanced back and saw him following her, she couldn’t help but feel a momentary daze.
Seeing her staring, Fang Mingjun hesitated before finally saying, “You don’t want to ask me why I did it?”
He was, of course, referring to taking her and the child away, turning the tables on Zhao Chunjun, and helping Shen Qingzhou. *The Legendary Dragon Sword*
Xie Jiayi folded her hands behind her back, feigning indifference though she had already guessed the reason. “How should I know?” she replied reluctantly. “I’m an old woman, a grandmother. I’m past the age of assuming too much, Mr. Fang.”
Fang Mingjun sighed, quickly stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. Holding her close, he murmured helplessly, “I’m getting old too. Some things are beyond my control. Sometimes I think too much, I get greedy, I get weak.”
Xie Jiayi let him hold her, then teased, “If you say things like that, I might get the wrong idea. ‘Beyond control,’ ‘no ambition,’ ‘thinking too much’—those adjectives are really not helping your case…”
His heavy mood instantly lifted by her words, Fang Mingjun pulled back slightly and gave her a look of exasperation before muttering, “Nonsense.”
Xie Jiayi smiled and patted his face. “If you behave and wait patiently for your son to get out of prison, maybe you can still rebuild your relationship. I believe you can get his sentence reduced. I’ll convince Qingzhou to turn a blind eye.”
Fang Mingjun turned his head slightly, frowning as if displeased, but said nothing.
Xie Jiayi stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. The faint stubble on his face was a little uncomfortable, but it only added to his mature charm.
“I’m going home. The kids might get anxious if I’m too late,” she whispered. “You should rest. After working so hard, it’s a shame everything fell apart.”
Fang Mingjun glanced sideways at her. She smiled smugly. “Oh, right—I forgot you’re an old man. You probably don’t even know what ‘glass heart’ means. That’s exactly what you have.” She playfully scratched his chest, making him pretend to clutch his heart in mock pain before quickly walking away like she was escaping.
Fang Mingjun stood in his office for a moment before pulling out his phone and calling Zhao Chunjun. As the saying goes, help someone all the way through, and see things through to the end. Now that he had decided where he stood, he might as well push things to their climax.
Xie Jiayi had a blissful nap and was unusually energetic while driving home. She had taken Fang Mingjun’s car keys when she came downstairs and, seeing her own car in the parking lot, decisively walked over to the executive parking spot and drove off in Fang Mingjun’s car.
When Fang Mingjun went downstairs to get his car later, he found it missing. He checked his pockets for the keys, quickly figured out who was behind it, and without even worrying about theft, simply turned and walked toward another vehicle. He had many cars. She was only one person—surely she couldn’t possibly take all of them.
Xie Jiayi drove Fang Mingjun’s car back home, parked it carefully, and hurried into her room. As soon as she entered, she noticed how unusually quiet the house was—eerily so, like the calm before a storm. *My Dream Journey*
She tiptoed upstairs first to check on the baby, making sure he was sleeping soundly before heading toward the bedroom. As she approached the door, she faintly heard a woman’s sensual moans from inside—what was happening in there was obvious.
Xie Jiayi glanced at her watch in surprise. What time was it now? It had been at least three hours since they left. Was this just starting, or had they begun the moment they got home? If it had just started, that was fine. But if they had started immediately after arriving…
Xie Jiayi sighed and turned to leave, wanting to give the two some space. But as she took a few steps, she accidentally knocked over a decorative item, making a loud noise that caused a familiar female voice from inside the bedroom to shriek.
Inside the bedroom, Lin Qiao was sprawled on top of Shen Qingzhou, exhausted from their session. Being on top had drained her energy, especially after Shen Qingzhou had gone on for so long. She clung to his body, her nails leaving red scratches all over him.
“It’s Mom! She’s back!” Lin Qiao gasped weakly. “Go check—quick…” She collapsed sideways on the bed, her movement causing a suspicious flow of liquid between her legs that stained the sheets.
Lin Qiao glared at Shen Qingzhou with resentment as he sat up expressionlessly, grabbed some tissues, and pulled the blanket over them both to clean her up. About five or six minutes later, he emerged from under the blanket, still emotionless, and briskly walked into the bathroom, completely naked, to wash up and change clothes without even glancing back.
Lin Qiao lay under the blanket, watching his back disappear into the bathroom, her resentful gaze unable to soften. She was already drained of strength, yet now she gripped the edge of the blanket even harder, wishing she could tear him into pieces.
What a complete lunatic of a man…
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