Today’s date was very satisfying for Bai Ying and Jiang Mocheng.

Bai Ying was not so naive as to believe the sweet nothings of men. Even ants cling to life, let alone people. She prioritizes her life above all else, and so do others.

Though she didn’t believe his words, after hearing him say that, her mood became much more comfortable and peaceful.

Everyone must take responsibility for their actions, including the words they speak. She doesn‘t care what he thinks in his heart. He promised and is willing to die for her, so she might as well take him at his word, for now.

Deceive her? Coax her? That would be even more deserving of death.

The two of them sweetly returned to the hotel. Now, aside from sleeping, Jiang Mocheng spends all his time by her side whenever he’s in the hotel.

The atmosphere was so good that, after consulting Bai Ying, Jiang Mocheng asked the front desk to send up a bottle of wine.

Bai Ying took a sip. The taste was a bit sharp, and she slightly furrowed her brow.

“Not used to it?”

“…Mm.”

Bai Ying blinked, “I haven’t had it before.”

Jiang Mocheng chuckled, “Given the limited conditions, make do.”

He suddenly remembered that a few years ago, on a whim, he had bought a vineyard abroad. It would probably be nice to take her there for a vacation next time.

Bai Ying‘s alcohol tolerance was average. After a few sips, her cheeks turned red.

She put down the wine glass, used him as a pillow, and snuggled into his arms. Closing her eyes, she cast aside all distractions, enjoying this rare moment of peace and comfort.

Suddenly, someone annoyingly broke the mood, asking casually, “If one day I deceive you, would you forgive me?”

Bai Ying lazily opened her eyes. After hearing the question clearly, she immediately became alert, sat up from his embrace and looked at him sideways.

“So, you actually have debts?”

“No, it isn’t like that.”

Bai Ying narrowed her eyes, seemingly discerning the truth of his words. His eyes were clear, his tone firm, without a second‘s hesitation, not like he was lying.

But whether he had debts or not was none of her concern.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she thought of something, her heart leaping to her throat.

She moved away to the spacious sofa, her toes touching his suit pants. She suddenly found it dirty and immediately retracted her feet.

“You’re not sick, are you? Or have a contagious disease?”

Jiang Mocheng clenched the glass in his hand, unable to bear it any longer. He put it down heavily on the coffee table, making a dull sound.

He forcefully pulled her back, imprisoning her in his arms, tightly entwining her, and gritted his teeth, “No.”

Bai Ying thought, that‘s right.

If he were sick, no matter what illness, given the strict screening of bodyguards at the Shen residence, he wouldn‘t even be able to enter the door. Besides, they had been together for some time now, and she could judge whether he had experience in certain matters.

“What are you thinking about in your head?”

Jiang Mocheng‘s face stretched long, looking at her dangerously, “Debts, contagious diseases, is that how you see me?”

Bai Ying looked up at him innocently, “So, you don‘t have children, do you?”

“…”

What a mess.

He endured, raising his hand to press his forehead, “Whenever you give birth, that‘s when I’ll have children.”

Bai Ying looked at him with an indescribable gaze, thinking he should go look in the mirror in the restroom. He didn‘t even consider what he was like.

‘Virtuous, not particularly complex, but quite unique and adept at dreaming.’

She had listed at least a hundred strict criteria in her mind for the man who could be the father of her future children.

The phrase “better nothing than something inferior” is deeply etched in her heart.

He doesn‘t even meet a third of the criteria and yet dares to dream so boldly. His imagination is indeed rich.

Jiang Mocheng probably also realized that what he said was not quite appropriate.

At least not at this moment, considering the hotel‘s large bed was only a few steps away from them.

“My point is…”

He paused, before continuing,

“How could I have children if I”m not even married?”

He turned the tables, poking her forehead, “What on earth do you think about all day?”

Bai Ying shook off his hand, “So what exactly are you deceiving me about? Don‘t say there‘s nothing. If you can ask that, it means there definitely is something.”

“There‘s nothing.”

Jiang Mocheng asked her without changing his expression, “If you can ask me if I’m willing to die for you willingly, can‘t I ask you this question?”

Bai Ying had to concede.

This man was full of tricks.

She asked that question because it was something that would really happen. So, him asking her this question now also means he must be hiding something from her. Otherwise, why would he ask such a question out of the blue?

Very well, very well.

She pondered for a few seconds, then smiled, “Of course, why not!”

Then you deserve to die even more.

“So?”

He looked at her, also wanting to hear her answer.

Bai Ying smiled, reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his, her breath fragrant, “As long as you love me, as long as you’re willing to give up your life for me, I will forgive you.”

Jiang Mocheng automatically ignored the sentence in the middle.

As long as he loves her, she will forgive him even if he deceives her.

Dusk enveloped them, and the windows became mirrors reflecting the man and woman embracing each other. Seemingly the most intimate of partners, their temples rubbing together, their lips and teeth intertwined.

The next day, Bai Ying slept until she woke up naturally.

After washing up, someone knocked on the door. When she opened it, Jiang Mocheng was standing outside.

She asked in surprise, “Why are you still here?”

“It‘s Saturday.”

Seeing the water droplets still on her face, Jiang Mocheng raised his hand and gently wiped them away, saying nonchalantly, “Others need to rest too. Shall I accompany you for a walk?”

Bai Ying happily agreed. The stock exchange was closed on weekends, and it was boring to stay in the hotel.

There was still some time before mealtime, and Bai Ying didn‘t even want to have breakfast, but Jiang Mocheng insisted. He ordered milk and sandwiches for her, watching her eat bit by bit. Then he took her hand and walked out of the hotel, hailing a taxi to the city center.

…

There were quite a few people out shopping on the weekend.

Bai Ying didn‘t bring much luggage on this trip to Ning City. She wanted to buy this and that.

Jiang Mocheng carried large and small bags, following her like a diligent bodyguard. However, it was clear he wasn‘t professional enough.

As they left the mall, they encountered a group of kids chasing and playing, oblivious to others. Unable to avoid them in time, Bai Ying‘s handbag was knocked over, and its contents scattered all over the ground.

A few children were frightened by Jiang Mocheng‘s stern face and wanted to run away.

Bai Ying was fine, just startled, and her heart was still pounding.

Jiang Mocheng, quick as lightning, reached out and grabbed a child, holding him by the back of his collar, not letting go despite the child‘s struggles.

“Help, help!”

“Someone is selling children!”

Jiang Mocheng turned a deaf ear.

Adults passing by glanced at the handbag on the ground and the wallet, powder compact, and other items that had fallen out… With just one look, they understood everything.

The other children wanted to come forward to save their friend but were afraid.

“Are you okay? Did it hurt when you were hit?”

He seemed to have stepped on something. Lifting his foot, there was actually a pen under his shoe, undoubtedly hers.

This dark red pen was also new to Jiang Mocheng. He played with it in his hand for a while, looking at it several times. It was very ordinary, commonly seen everywhere, the only difference being the cute cat paw print engraved on the pen.

“It‘s quite cute.”

He handed it to her, saying casually.

Bai Ying checked that the nib was undamaged, capped the pen, and put it back in her handbag, looking displeased.

After being scolded, the child started to sob, tears swirling in his eyes, looking pitiful. Unfortunately, the two adults in front of him seemed to have no sympathy, a pair of cold-hearted, male and female villains.

Even more frightening.

Jiang Mocheng said in a deep voice, “Pick up the things on the ground and apologize.”

The child was still whimpering.

“I”m not your dad, crying to me is useless.”

Jiang Mocheng paused, looking at the tiny child, thinking that if this were his child, who caused trouble and then tried to run, he would be even less lenient.

The child quickly covered his mouth, scared into hiccuping.

Jiang Mocheng let go of his hand, and the child didn‘t dare to run, obediently picking up the wallet, makeup powder, lipstick, and tissues from the ground, and came to Bai Ying, tearfully apologizing.

Bai Ying‘s mood finally improved a lot, and she said with a smile, “It‘s okay.”

It wasn‘t the first time she had encountered such a situation.

But this ‘it‘s okay’

Was the most relaxed one yet, and she found Jiang Mocheng a bit more pleasing to the eye.

As the child ran towards his friends, crying loudly, Bai Ying, felt refreshed and smiled.

She took Jiang Mocheng‘s arm and chided, “Really, why take it so seriously with a child?”

Of course, her words were insincere.

She was almost laughing her head off.

Jiang Mocheng picked up the shopping bags again, not holding her hand, and glanced at her without speaking.

If he didn‘t take it seriously with that monkey child today, she would take it seriously with him.

It wasn‘t just Bai Ying who sometimes wondered if she had been drugged to be so infatuated. He occasionally felt puzzled too. Clearly, she wasn‘t as gentle as when they first met, and they often argued, but somehow he seemed to like her more and more.

After shopping for so long, Jiang Mocheng didn‘t feel like choosing a restaurant, so they went to a nearby one.

“Midway, Bai Ying went to the restroom, and Jiang Mocheng‘s phone also rang; it was a call from Lin Fei.

“Get to the point.”

Jiang Mocheng‘s eyes were fixed on the direction she left as he urged Lin Fei, “I’m still busy.”

Lin Fei swallowed any unnecessary greetings and went straight to the point.

“Shen Jin returned to the country yesterday. I guess the negotiations abroad didn‘t go well, as he hasn‘t even returned to the company from yesterday afternoon until today.”

“Is something wrong? It feels off.”

‘Shen Jin is back in the country?’

Regarding this, Jiang Mocheng was disinterested, but remembering he had important matters to discuss with Shen Jin, he said, “Good, arrange a meeting with him as soon as possible. I have something to discuss with him.”

Lin Fei was surprised, “What, are still raging over the previous incident?”

He then tried to persuade and guide Jiang Mocheng, “We’ll have to face each other sooner or later, there‘s really no need to make a scene out of this matter. It‘s not good for us either.”

When this incident first happened, he was even angrier than Jiang Mocheng, but he never thought about sitting down face to face with Shen Jin to discuss it—how to discuss? Verbally or physically? Not to mention losing face, it would also be an embarrassment if word got out.

Jiang Mocheng tugged at his tie, frowning, “I don‘t have time to talk to him about that nonsense.”

Lin Fei pressed, “What else is there?”

“Don‘t worry about it.”

He said, “Arrange a meeting with Shen Jin as soon as possible. I don‘t want to wait any longer.”

…

In the Shen residence‘s study, the atmosphere was so tense that people involuntarily held their breath.

The butler‘s face was pale.

Zhao Minghai was also looking uneasy.

Only Shen Jin seemed calm and collected as he flipped through documents, reaching the last page, he leisurely took out a pen from the inside of his suit and signed his name.

When he capped the pen, a slight sound caught Zhao Minghai‘s attention, who quickly glanced over, his heart drumming, clueless.

The pen Shen Jin carried seemed out of place with his persona.

It was an unrecognizable ordinary pen, all black, with cat paw prints engraved on it.

Zhao Minghai prepared his report carefully, weighing his words before speaking, “We’ve checked everything thoroughly, and haven‘t found any suspicious circumstances, her room was also well protected…”

He gritted his teeth, bracing himself, “Miss Bai must have left on her own initiative.”

This was an indisputable fact.

Although the number of bodyguards at the Shen residence had decreased after Shen Jin went abroad, the place was still secure. In this territory, no one could abduct a person, especially an important one, from the Shen residence without leaving any trace.