“That’s right. That’s why I was just passing by,” Ye Shengge said calmly. “I’ll head to sleep first.”
She then turned around and walked to the master bedroom.
Fortunately, Ji Shiting only smiled and didn’t say anything else.
After returning to the master bedroom, Ye Shengge took a shower in the bathroom.
She recalled Ji Shiting and Yu Shuhang’s conversation.
He said that he had his reasons for confirming that Little Zheng wasn’t his child.
What made him so certain?
Was it possible that… he had never slept with Ling Yutong before? Given Ling Yutong’s background, she wouldn’t be able to seduce him on her own accord. Ji Shiting’s aloof personality could mean that he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to court her before marriage.
She was the one who had initiated the relationship between her and Ji Shiting, and he would only show his passionate side after they got familiar with each other.
After Ling Yutong, his love life had been blank.
This assumption made Ye Shengge’s heart pound… Was she his first woman? After all, the man’s skills weren’t good at first, and he only became familiar after practicing with her a couple of times.
The more Ye Shengge thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She wanted to rush out and ask, but it would be equivalent to admitting defeat once she did.
She didn’t want to give in so easily.
She suspected that Ji Shiting wouldn’t tell her the truth, and he might neither admit it nor deny it.
Moreover, had that man ever loved Ling Yutong?
This was also a question she was very curious about, but she probably wouldn’t get an answer to.
She couldn’t help feeling dejected.
She came out of the shower and saw Ji Shiting sitting on the sofa, stretching his long legs. He was only wearing a thin black woolen shirt, and he looked aloof. The man had a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke made him seem cold and distant.
Ye Shengge would feel that she was very far away from him each time this happened. His heart was like an abyss. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to figure it out even if she spent her entire life trying, yet it continuously attracted her to keep falling, even if she had to die.
She couldn’t help stopping in her tracks, and her heart clenched. She felt a familiar soreness, and then, her eyes couldn’t help burning.
Would she be so lucky as to become the most special person in his heart?
The man finally came back to reality after hearing footsteps. He looked up at her and said, “Come here.”
Ye Shengge looked at the man’s softened face and suddenly felt that her delusion wasn’t impossible.
She walked over and fell into his embrace. The man’s hormones, which were mixed with the smell of tobacco, enveloped her. She didn’t want to admit that she was infatuated with that smell, but she couldn’t help sniffing it.
Ji Shiting put out the cigarette in the ashtray, put his hand into her hair and said, “What were you spacing out for, huh?”
“I was thinking… You’re so handsome,” Ye Shengge said. “And you’re actually my husband. It’s like a dream.”
“That’s right. That’s why I was just passing by,” Ye Shengge said calmly. “I’ll head to sleep first.”
She then turned around and walked to the master bedroom.
Fortunately, Ji Shiting only smiled and didn’t say anything else.
After returning to the master bedroom, Ye Shengge took a shower in the bathroom.
She recalled Ji Shiting and Yu Shuhang’s conversation.
He said that he had his reasons for confirming that Little Zheng wasn’t his child.
What made him so certain?
Was it possible that… he had never slept with Ling Yutong before? Given Ling Yutong’s background, she wouldn’t be able to seduce him on her own accord. Ji Shiting’s aloof personality could mean that he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to court her before marriage.
She was the one who had initiated the relationship between her and Ji Shiting, and he would only show his passionate side after they got familiar with each other.
After Ling Yutong, his love life had been blank.
This assumption made Ye Shengge’s heart pound… Was she his first woman? After all, the man’s skills weren’t good at first, and he only became familiar after practicing with her a couple of times.
The more Ye Shengge thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She wanted to rush out and ask, but it would be equivalent to admitting defeat once she did.
She didn’t want to give in so easily.
She suspected that Ji Shiting wouldn’t tell her the truth, and he might neither admit it nor deny it.
Moreover, had that man ever loved Ling Yutong?
This was also a question she was very curious about, but she probably wouldn’t get an answer to.
She couldn’t help feeling dejected.
She came out of the shower and saw Ji Shiting sitting on the sofa, stretching his long legs. He was only wearing a thin black woolen shirt, and he looked aloof. The man had a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke made him seem cold and distant.
Ye Shengge would feel that she was very far away from him each time this happened. His heart was like an abyss. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to figure it out even if she spent her entire life trying, yet it continuously attracted her to keep falling, even if she had to die.
She couldn’t help stopping in her tracks, and her heart clenched. She felt a familiar soreness, and then, her eyes couldn’t help burning.
Would she be so lucky as to become the most special person in his heart?
The man finally came back to reality after hearing footsteps. He looked up at her and said, “Come here.”
Ye Shengge looked at the man’s softened face and suddenly felt that her delusion wasn’t impossible.
She walked over and fell into his embrace. The man’s hormones, which were mixed with the smell of tobacco, enveloped her. She didn’t want to admit that she was infatuated with that smell, but she couldn’t help sniffing it.
Ji Shiting put out the cigarette in the ashtray, put his hand into her hair and said, “What were you spacing out for, huh?”
“I was thinking… You’re so handsome,” Ye Shengge said. “And you’re actually my husband. It’s like a dream.”
