The man looked calm as usual, but his dark eyes were deep. He looked at her as if she was the only person in his world.
At that moment, Ye Shengge suddenly couldn’t breathe. Perhaps nothing had changed. Perhaps he wasn’t as angry and disappointed as she had thought. Perhaps… he had been waiting for her to return.
Ye Shengge’s heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and tried to suppress her emotions.
No, she couldn’t be weak. She had persevered until now, so how could she give up halfway?
Most importantly, she no longer had a place beside that man.
Ji Shiting smiled and said, “What are you afraid of? I won’t eat you.”
“I’m not…” She bit her lips and stammered.” It’s too close. I’m not used to it…”
“You’re not used to it after only three months?” The man raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you used to it when you were riding me?”
Ye Shengge blushed. Fortunately, the cleaning lady didn’t know Chinese. Otherwise, she would’ve died of embarrassment.
“Ji Shiting!” Her voice trembled. “Isn’t it inappropriate for you to say that now?”
“Oh, really?” The man sounded calm as if he wasn’t the one who had said that. “What’s inappropriate?”
“We’re no longer husband and wife.” Her voice was hoarse, as if every word was difficult to say. “Besides, you’re about to marry Ling Yutong.”
Ji Shiting thought for two seconds and smiled, “That’s true.”
Ye Shengge’s heart ached. He didn’t deny it. It seemed that the news was true.
“However, I’m just stating a fact.” The man looked at her. “Even if we get a divorce, what happened can’t be erased.”
Ye Shengge’s eyelashes fluttered. A few seconds later, she looked up at him and said, “But we’re divorced, and that’s the truth. Please don’t mention what happened in the past again, Mr. Ji.”
The woman seemed to have calmed down. Although her face was still pale, she looked calm.
If she hadn’t shown so much pain and sadness, Ji Shiting would’ve thought she had let him go completely.
Ji Shiting stared at her, trying to force her to react.
At this moment, the elevator went up another floor and stopped on the fourth floor. After the door opened, the cleaning auntie walked out again, and the elevator was empty.
Ye Shengge was relieved, thinking that the man would stay away from her.
Ji Shiting’s eyes dimmed upon seeing how relaxed she was.
He pressed his long legs against hers, and there was no gap between them.
Ye Shengge was almost panicking. “Ji Shiting, please respect yourself! Can you face Ling Yutong like this?”
Ji Shiting was furious.
“I don’t need to let anyone down,” he said indifferently. He lifted her chin. “I want to harass you today. What do you plan to do? Sue me?”
Ye Shengge’s eyes widened as she watched the man press his lips against hers. Her breathing was rapid, but the man stopped less than two centimeters away from her.