It was late at night.
He Jitang sat alone in silence for a long time.
Outside the door, the Housekeeper reported, "Young Master Ji, Miss Lin would like to see you."
He Jitang remained unswervingly composed.
He said, "Let her go back."
The Housekeeper was in a difficult position.
After thinking for a while, he still said, "It’s raining outside, and she refuses to leave. She said she wants to talk to Young Master Ji about young master Ci’an."
He Jitang lowered his gaze.
After a moment, he said, "Let her in!"
The Housekeeper withdrew.
About 10 minutes later, Lin Xianni was led to him.
It really was raining; she was completely soaked.
Her body trembled slightly.
Her black hair, like seaweed, clung to her fair small face, which was quite touching.
Seeing it was for little Ci’an’s sake, the Housekeeper poured her a cup of hot tea and brought over a clean blanket.
Lin Xianni drank the hot tea.
But she didn’t use the blanket.
Her visit in the middle of the night certainly had an intent to seduce.
At this moment, with her body in such a state, she didn’t believe He Jitang could remain unmoved.
She remembered how he had never neglected her every night in the past.
"Jitang," Lin Xianni called out to him sweetly.
He Jitang watched her while pulling out a cigarette.
A gold lighter, the flame flickered.
He bent down to light it.
He slowly exhaled a ring of smoke: "I heard you’ve been wanting to see Ci’an recently. Have you forgotten what you promised when we got divorced?"
Lin Xianni shrank back.
After a while, she spoke pitifully, "I dare not forget! Jitang, I made too many mistakes in the past, only now have I come to realize... You’ve always been in my heart."
She was good at acting.
Her clothes were half-wet.
Her pale legs against the dark carpet were indeed enticing.
Lin Xianni knelt beside him, softly embracing his legs.
Submissive and charming.
Her face pressed against the fabric of his trousers, declaring her intentions, "Jitang, I want you and also want to be with Ci’an. I’ll be a good wife and mother in the future, Jitang, can you give me another chance?"
He Jitang was not merciful.
He scoffed.
His long fingers lifted her chin, scrutinizing her face.
She was still beautiful, but after all over thirty, no longer so vibrant.
She seemed more deliberate.
He Jitang watched her, as if trying to see clearly the rot under her skin.
Lin Xianni misunderstood.
Thinking he desired her, she looked up at him while her hands started to move.
She kneeled, loosening her clothes.
The color deepened in He Jitang’s eyes.
He sat up straight, casually inquired, "Broke up with that man?"
"Yes," replied Lin Xianni, obediently clinging to him.
Her voice filled with emotion, she whispered, "Jitang, take me!"
He Jitang looked down on her from above.
His eyes were devoid of warmth, filled with coldness.
After a brief moment, he raised his voice, "Call Chen Er."
Lin Xianni was startled.
Chen Er?
Wasn’t he that repulsive man at the He Residence with a face full of scars, looking as if he’d been rolled on the blade’s edge?
Why was Jitang calling him?
Just then, as she pondered, the study door opened, and Chen Er’s voice greeted them.
"Young Master Ji, did you call for me?"
Chen Er had no woman by his side, and his eyes widened.
He certainly saw a beautiful woman, who was also Jitang’s ex-wife.
Chen Er sneaked a few glances, no longer daring to look.
He Jitang instructed, "Take this woman away."
Lin Xianni was panic-stricken.
Clutching her clothes, she pleaded with him, "Jitang, for the sake of Ci’an... we were once husband and wife!"
He Jitang sneered, "Do you even understand what being husband and wife means?"
Lin Xianni burst into tears, "I don’t believe you have no feelings for me, today you just took photos of our engagement ring."
After she finished speaking, He Jitang took out a box from the drawer.
He looked at her coldly, "Are you talking about this?"