Chapter 7

Ah! Qi Xuan... um, Yi Yi!" Li Xiaoshan was completely stunned, his eyes began to lose their ability to move, and he could only stare in shock at the once sweetly affectionate Qi Xuan, who was now openly displaying their love. Such scenes, reminiscent of a rewind, rushed through his mind.

Zeng Qian immediately pretended to wipe away tears, looking pitifully at Ji Qixuan, the grievance barely contained, flowing like an endless stream. This kid really knows how to act; every time Zeng Yiyi scolds him, he always retorts with, "What will you do if I die? Hmph." Now that he has a father nearby, he has started to learn how to act spoiled. As expected, Ji Qixuan was extremely fond of Zeng Qian's spoiled behavior, saying, "Miss Zeng, is this how you educate your child?"

Ji Qixuan could not help but frown, seemingly unwilling to answer her question. He released her hand, stood up straight, adjusted his clothes, and said in a measured tone: "I have prepared a room for you, right next to the Qianqian room."

What difference is there from the drama of many years ago? Back then, Ji Qixuan watched the two women quarrel with a smile on his face, but now he looks on coldly, his expression devoid of emotion. These two women, who usually would not act so childishly, inevitably spark intense conflict whenever they come together, without rest or sleep.

The place where Ji Qimin is located is in Kowloon, and it is a bar. From the exterior decoration, it may not be the most luxurious, but it can be considered the most exquisite. Ji Qixuan did not allow Zeng Qian to enter, but instead left him in the car under the supervision of the driver

Dad, you are much smarter than Mom. No matter how I teach her, she just won't understand, it's driving me crazy.

Zeng Qian looked up and asked Ji Qixuan, "Father, does Aunt want to see me?"

Now, when I think back, I feel that it is indeed a pity that her friendship with Ji Qimin has ended like this, but she cannot bring herself to apologize first. This is what is called sacrificing dignity and suffering the consequences.

Zeng Qian nestled in Ji Qixuan's embrace, directing the aircraft's speed and altitude like a little commander, his mouth curved in a broad smile, radiating joy. Even Ji Qixuan, who usually had a stoic expression, broke into a smile, playing along with this childish toy.

Ji Qixuan turned to look at her for a moment. Zeng Weiyi said: "It is about our marriage."

A crow flew past Zeng Wei and Ji Qixuan in front of them.

Ji Qixuan smiled without speaking

While she was nestled in Ji Qixuan's embrace, a woman dressed in a beige fitted dress with neatly cropped short hair crossed the dance floor and approached them. With her arms crossed and a look of disdain on her face, she said to Ji Qixuan: "Still protecting her like a treasure?"

However, this Ji Qixuan is no longer the same Ji Qixuan as before. He looked at Zeng Wei Yi with a cold expression and said, "Miss Zeng, I am not buying into this."

Suddenly, a drunken man staggered and bumped into Zeng Weiyi. Fortunately, Ji Qixuan had long arms and quickly pulled Zeng Weiyi into his embrace, preventing a disastrous collision.

In fact, in Zeng Wei Yi's understanding, she had never considered whether the relationship between this father and son would be harmonious. However, when she sat in a corner of the sofa, arms crossed, watching Ji Qi Xuan holding the remote control and playing with Zeng Qian with a remote-controlled airplane, she realized that Ji Qi Xuan was not as devoid of interest as she had imagined

Oh. "Once, in a moment of sudden realization, she asked, 'Do you think we still resemble a couple with lingering feelings?' She pointed to the vast distance between them, enough to accommodate two people.

Zeng Wei glanced at her son and said indifferently, "Then why don't you hurry up and die?"

Zeng Wei once pinched his forehead, then firmly grabbed his arm and pulled him towards herself, forcefully closing the distance between them, "This does seem a bit like lingering feelings."

Zeng Wei Yi brazenly wrapped her arms around Ji Qi Xuan's waist, looking disdainfully at Ji Qi Min, "Who gave you the right to insult my husband? He is mine, you can step aside."

The flickering lights of the bar cast shadows on Lin Musen's face, which I had only seen once before, pale as if made of clay. It was the exact same expression he had when he learned of her engagement years ago

Zeng Qian was also well-behaved, sitting in the car playing with his handheld game console, exuding an extraordinary nonchalance, which was a stark contrast to his usual sticky demeanor. Zeng Weiwei deeply realized that Zeng Qian definitely did not categorize Ji Qixuan among the undesirable men; otherwise, he would not have been so at ease allowing her to walk with other men besides himself

Oh my, the shameless Zeng Weiyi is back again, and Ji Qixuan, who was once subjected to such a spoiled manner, finds it quite unbearable

The lingering feelings are not yet resolved. Fearing that there might be a misunderstanding, he immediately began to explain, "Of course, this is just a matter of wording. If I were to speak the truth, I believe my father and my sister would choose the first option I provided to you, which is to go to court."

Perhaps after all these years, everything has changed, except for Lin Musen's expression.

Ji Qixuan took a deep breath, feeling helpless

Before entering, I asked Ji Qixuan, "How did you talk to Min Jie?"

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang. Ji Qixuan walked over to answer the call, and he was seen nodding frequently. He concluded with the phrase, "We will go over immediately." Ji Qixuan then approached Zeng Weiyi and said, "We can leave the matter of marriage registration to the lawyer."

My sister wants to see you. Please go and prepare.

A person who is shameless is invincible in the world. Indeed, it is so. Zeng Wei has once again learned the rules for enrollment and retention. The two of them held hands, appearing quite intimate as they entered this bar to meet Ji Qimin, whom they had not seen for many years

Daddy, you should call me Mommy Darling or Wife, or even Baby. If you want to be more intimate, I wouldn't mind you calling her Little Heart.

Now, the long scar on his chest seems even more like a mockery, as his entire heart has already been marked by a wound. He had once slightly loosened his hands, preparing to reach out and touch this long-lost tattoo, but was held back by Ji Qixuan. He sneered, "I think I need to clarify one point: although we will be husband and wife in the future, it does not mean you can touch me at will"

Zeng Wei Yi stared at him; his calm demeanor caused her to dismiss the possibilities she had previously considered. She smiled awkwardly, got out of bed barefoot, and said, "I will leave right away"

The figure standing behind Zhao Suyan was tall and upright, with a physique as solid as steel. Although his expression was never visible, for some reason, there was a hint of unease. She awkwardly left Ji Qixuan's embrace and stole a glance at him; his face was calm, as if he had anticipated that she would leave his embrace at this moment.

It has only been a few days since we last met, yet how has it come to this? The crowd behind him, once shadowy and indistinct, began to clarify, revealing Zhao Suyan holding a bottle of foreign wine, her mouth agape, displaying a level of astonishment that rivaled that of Li Xiaoshan

The lights flickered like wandering fireflies, bright in patches and dark in others, causing a slight pain in the eyes that had once seen only this. Inside, there was a cacophony of noise; women swayed their serpentine waists gracefully in the dance floor, while the men's gazes swept across like an army, searching for their prey. It had been a long time since I last visited such a bar; it used to be a regular occurrence to come here with Ji Qimin.

Zeng Wei's face immediately turned pale. Ji Qixuan's sister, Ji Qimin, is Ji Qixuan's twin sister. Six years ago, when Zeng Wei and Ji Qixuan got engaged, she had already married and moved to the United Kingdom. At the time of the engagement, she flew back to congratulate them and felt an instant connection with Zeng Wei. Their relationship deepened after Ji Qimin returned to the country following her divorce, and the two of them shopped for clothes together and discussed the gossip of their social circle like close sisters. ... Until ... ... Zeng Wei requested to dissolve the marriage. Ji Qimin, who understood how much her brother loved Zeng Wei, could not tolerate the harm done to him. She sought to talk to Zeng Wei, but their conversation was so incompatible that it was more disastrous than a collision between Mars and Earth, leading to a complete fallout, and from then on, they had no further contact.

Zeng Qian smiled again, pulling Zeng Wei Yi along as he said: "Quickly showcase your talents, dress yourself up, and dress me up." Zeng Qian almost dragged and ran with Zeng Wei Yi to the room

Zeng Wei Yi suddenly stopped, glared at him, and said in a rather unfriendly tone: "This is something I should be saying, and I don't even know who just attempted to ambush me."

The Li Xiaoshan couple was immediately stunned

Well

Ji Qixuan raised his head, intending to push away Zeng Weiyi. However, as soon as he saw Ji Qimin, Zeng Weiyi's temper flared up, stubbornly resisting and pressing herself tightly into Ji Qixuan's embrace, sweetly saying: "Husband, I'm fine, you can let me go now"

Who has been pressing against him all this time? Ji Qixuan's face darkened, although it was difficult to see his expression in the dim and flickering light. Ji Qimin gritted his teeth and pointed at Ji Qixuan, scolding, "This is all you amount to."

"Hmm?" Ji Qimin scanned Zeng Weiyi with suspicion, then looked at the man behind Zhao Suyan.

Zeng Weiyi trembled his lips, looking at his casually indifferent eyes, his voice quivering, "Haven't you gone to remove this tattoo yet?"

Zeng Weiyi's confidence began to wane, and none of the friends present dared to look at her; she could only gaze hopefully at Ji Qixuan, wishing he would provide a stroke of brilliance. Ji Qixuan glanced at her, already immune to her puppy-like demeanor. Without changing his expression, he gently pushed Zeng Weiyi back into his embrace and casually introduced her, "My wife"

Of course

Thus, the two stared at each other, neither willing to back down

Ji Qixuan lowered his head to look at the fabric of her chest, which had begun to wrinkle from her excessive grip. Meanwhile, Zeng Wei inadvertently let her gaze wander up, and she noticed a bluish-gray mark on his white jade-like skin, artistically outlined, neither long nor short, about the width of a fist, the size of a heart

If only she had the same enthusiasm as her son, how wonderful that would be; unfortunately, she withered away before even stepping onto the battlefield

This is a tattoo, not a design but a simple Chinese character, "一". It was her request for him to have it inked. At that time, she had only occasionally watched a movie where a husband had his wife's nickname engraved on his chest, neither too long nor too short, the width of a fist, said to be the same size as every person's heart. On a whim, she took Ji Qixuan to the tattoo parlor and had her nickname tattooed; her nickname is "一", there is only one her in the world, unique and unparalleled, and in Ji Qixuan's heart, there is only one "一", leaving no room for another. She simply acted on impulse, taking Ji Qixuan to the tattoo parlor to have her nickname inked; her nickname is "一", there is only one her in the world, unique and unparalleled, and in Ji Qixuan's heart, there is only one "一", leaving no room for another.

"Then you must pretend to accept this, please, for the sake of Qian Qian, do not sue me, his tender heart cannot bear the trauma." The appearance of the puppy, with its pleading eyes...

Zeng Wei glanced at him, then went out barefoot, with a sense of righteous indignation. Ji Qixuan looked at the wrinkled part of his chest, his expression unchanged.

Zeng Wei Yi slept soundly, lying quietly on the bed like a serene cat. Ji Qi Xuan paused his work, sat at the edge of the bed, and observed her, as if waiting for her to wake up. His eyes were more ethereal than the vastness of the starry sky, unfathomable. He slowly extended his hand, hovering in the air, hesitated for a long time before retracting it, gazing at her intently for a moment, then leaned down.

So light and so taken for granted

Ji Qixuan reluctantly moved a little closer, reducing the distance to just enough for one person to fit.

His lips were merely ten centimeters away from hers; if Ji Qixuan leaned down just a little more, he could steal a kiss. He slightly lowered his eyelids, still hesitating, when Zeng Weiyi had already opened her eyes, seeing the enlarged handsome face before her. Instinctively, her hands moved to her chest to push against Ji Qixuan. Due to her overwhelming surprise, Zeng Weiyi became tense, gripping tightly onto the clothes that Ji Qixuan had not yet fully removed.

Zeng Weiyi. Ji Qixuan wanted to shake off his arm, but he was held too tightly by Zeng Weiyi and dared not move forcefully, so he could only look at her with quite sharp eyes. Zeng Weiyi showed a pitiful puppy-like expression, raising her head to gaze at him eagerly, "Mr. Ji, your expression does not convince anyone that you still have feelings for me. If your sharp-eyed sister catches a hint of it and ends up making you sue me, what should I do then"

Ji Qixuan said: "Please understand one thing, Miss Zeng, you are merely the mother of my son"