na walked to the door and politely knocked three times."Come in." Leng Zhujing said without raising his head.Yao Mingna walked in alone and before she even reached Leng Zhujing's desk, she began speak..."We were high school classmates!" Ji Siyan smirked, then took Ji Dong's hand and said in a sweet voice, "Dad, he was the top student in our class back then! He was very excellent!"

As she spoke, Ji Siyan leaned into her father's ear and whispered something.

Cold Daying didn't know what Ji Siyan had told Chairman Ji, but all he saw was Chairman Ji looking at Ji Siyan with an especially kind and amiable expression. He smiled at Ji Siyan like a loving father and patted the back of her hand.

After dinner, why don't we just sign the contract" Mr. Ji looked at Leng Zhujing again and said gently.

Leng Zhujing suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly raised his teacup to toast to President Ji.

Ji Siyan took the opportunity to wink at Leng Zhujing.

With Ji's investment this time, Leng Zhuxiang's new company is more financially secure.

As a senior figure, Mr. Ji naturally wanted to provide Leng Zhujing with some financial support out of favoritism for his daughter since he was a young and promising business newcomer.

Ji Siyan was betting her youth, her money, and her body on her future. All she hoped was that Leng Zhujing wouldn't let her down.

Instead of tempting Leng Ye Chen, it's better to focus your attention on Leng Zhu Jing.

And Ji Siyan's brother, Ji Yunan, used his own sister to spy on the Leng Corporation.

Then what about his cold afternoon

Leng Zhuxing didn't just want the Leng Corporation. She also wanted the Qi Corporation, owned by her father-in-law, Qi Dong.

It all started when Ji Siyan mentioned to him the idea of joining forces to manipulate the 10 billion project for the "Far East City Military Department". Then, as a gesture of goodwill, Ji Siyan took the initiative and slept with him.

The cutthroat competition in the marketplace was clear to Leng Zhudjing. He and his cousin, Leng Yanfeng, were constantly vying for power behind the scenes, and he wasn't afraid to confront Ji Siyan directly either.

If it weren't for Mo's existence, there would be a stark contrast between her and Ji Siyan.

He still couldn't tell, who he loved.

Leng Zhjing is a nostalgic man. He can stay with the beauty of the past for his whole life, but he is unwilling to accept those who have moved on from that beauty.

What he has always loved is that innocent and sweet first love, Ji Siyan, just like Yi Mo now.

But he didn't know, he wasn't the person from that beautiful past anymore.

Tong Yimo stood up from the lounge chair, folded the thin blanket neatly and placed it gently on the lounge chair.

When Tong Yimò turned around, a tall figure enveloped her completely. She was caught off guard and bumped headfirst into a wall of flesh.

"Awake" a magnetic voice, drifted into his ears.

Tong Yimo froze, lifting her head to meet Leng Yechen's deep black eyes.

He emanated a refreshing aura, like a sudden summer rain shower that swept through the sweltering heat. The air was left feeling clean and cool, invigorating the spirit.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I just..."

"Since you designed the kitchen for me, then lunch today, you make it for me!" Leng Yechen interrupted Tong Yimo's words, striding past her and towards the spiral staircase.

Tong Yimo was stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up. She looked up at Leng Yeshen who had already stepped onto the rotating staircase and shouted, "Big brother, I have to go home and cook!"

"Ajing has a lunch appointment today and won't be coming home for dinner." Leng Yechen said softly, his figure disappearing into the stairway.

Tong Yimo had to chase after him, her steps brisk, the rotating stairs echoing "tap tap tap" under her feet.

When she walked up and stood at the top of the stairs, holding onto the railing.

Cold Night, Shen at this time had already stood before the refrigerator, his voice was cold as he said, "I mentioned in the initial design requirements that my office must be kept completely quiet."

Tong Yimo was taken aback and sheepishly scratched her head. It seemed she had overlooked some things after all.

In the cold night, Chen opened the fridge. His white shirt and the refrigerator were as white as snow. The collar was slightly open, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned skin and a pale scar on his arm.

Tong Yimo unintentionally saw the scar on his arm, her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say something else, but hesitated.

What did he experience before he met her

Was it a time of swords and guns

Dayin said that their father was a soldier who died for the country.

Therefore, before Leng Ye Chen's time, was he also living a life on the edge of death as a soldier

"Don't just stand there." Leng Yechen said lightly, he had already taken out some ingredients and laid them on the kitchen countertop.

Tong Yimo came to her senses and continued the topic she had just mentioned: "I'm sorry, I overlooked this during the design. This metal spiral staircase can create noise when people go up and down stairs. I will go back and improve the report and submit it to them so they can add a suitable carpet to your spiral staircase."

For now, this is the only way to make up for it. I can't demolish this iron spiral staircase!

"I'm not picky, just make whatever you want." Leng Yechen continued.

Actually, there are some foods he doesn't like, such as pig liver.

But, as long as she made it, even if he didn't like it, he would enjoy eating it.

Tong Yimo walked toward Leng Yechen, rolling up her sleeves as she went. She took the apron hanging on the wall hook and put it on herself, then moved with practiced ease to the wash basin, beginning to clean the vegetables.

Cold night sank looking at her neat movements, he couldn't help but think of her in Ajing's apartment, cooking for Ajing.

If he were Ajing, seeing his beloved woman cooking for him, he would feel very happy.

For example, right now...

"Big Brother, can you cook rice" Tong Yimo washed the vegetables and was about to chop them when she asked Leng Yesen without even looking at him.

Cold night submerged in silence, instead of responding to her words, he chose to prove himself with his own actions.

“How many cups of rice do the two people need to scoop How many times does the rice need to be rinsed before it’s clean How much water should be added” Leng Yechen asked one question after another.

Tong Yimo only then raised her head, looking at Leng Yeshen with astonishment.

Well, never mind.

Tong Yimo put down the kitchen knife in her hand, wiping her hands on her apron unconsciously. Then she reached out and took the rice cooker inner pot and measuring cup from Leng Yechen's hands.

"If you ask me what I'm good at, perhaps I would be able to answer fluently." Leng Yechen leaned his body sideways, giving Tong Yimo a way out.

"Big brother..."

"Huh"

"Why don't you go downstairs and read for a while, or do something else you're good at" Tong Yimo said with a dry smile.

Leng Ye Chen looked at her with a puzzled tilt of his head.

"That's why I said, if you stand there and do nothing, I'll think you're in my way."

So, was he being rejected by her

Leng Yechen shrugged slightly, raised his hand to surrender to Tong Yimo, and then without hesitation turned around and walked to the table, picked up the kitchen knife.

"Whoosh—clang—crash crash crash crash—thud—splat—"

It happened almost instantaneously.

The moment Tong Yimo looked up, she saw Leng Yeshen pick up a carrot and throw it into the air. Then, he brandished his kitchen knife, slicing the carrot into five neat pieces in mid-air before catching them with his hand. With a crisp "pa" sound, they landed perfectly on the chopping board.

Excellent knife skills!

But!!

"Big brother, do you think chopping vegetables is a circus act" Tong Yimo's mouth twitched slightly.

Cold Night froze for a moment, had no choice but to put down the cleaver, and once again conceded to this little woman: "Then I won't bother you."

Tong Yimò almost rolled her eyes and nodded, raising her hand to push him away, signaling him to leave quickly.

This man who wields swords and guns should not enter the kitchen.

Because it's dangerous, people could get hurt!

After Tong Yimo cooked the meal, she walked to the counter and picked up the carrot that had just been sliced by Ye Chen earlier.

The craftsmanship is indeed excellent, but it's not meant for chopping vegetables.

But speaking of which…

Tong Yimo subconsciously looked towards the staircase.

Is your elder brother a martial artist!

After the meal was ready, Tong Yimo ate while holding her rice bowl and blurted out the question she had thought of in the kitchen earlier.

"Big brother, are you skilled in martial arts" Tong Yimo asked timidly.

Cold Night narrowed his eyes slightly and replied calmly, "It's martial arts."

"Oh!" Tong Yimo awkwardly smiled. She hadn't served in the military, so she had no idea about those things!

"I know martial arts, I can wield a sword and a gun, I can run through the city..."

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.and to cup Tong Yimo's cheek, turning her face toward him. He then gently kissed her slightly pouted pink lips and said softly, "I'll be back soon.""Do as you please." Tong Yimo said faintly."Angry ag...