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Jiang Yanshen’s handsome face was a little embarrassed for the first time. The tips of his ears seemed to be red. He coughed lightly. “I haven’t had dinner.”

Lin Qingqian realized that ever since the divorce, this Dog of a man had refreshed her understanding of him again and again. “If you want to eat, eat it yourself. I’ve already eaten.”

She turned around and was about to enter the bedroom.

Jiang Yanshen’s black eyes were glued to her body as he said impatiently, “You sold my phone number to another woman.”

Lin Qingqian stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at him with an indifferent expression. “So? Do you want to sue me or sell my phone number to another man? It’s up to you.”

“I just want to say, don’t do this next time.” He pursed his thin lips and lowered his eyes, looking helpless.

Lin Qingqian:

After standing there for a few seconds, she finally walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair to sit down. She then poured herself a glass of water. “The hotpot tonight was very salty. I’ll drink some water.”

Jiang Yanshen didn’t say anything. When he lowered his head, his thin lips couldn’t help but curl up.

The food was already cold. He had no appetite after a few bites, so he put down his chopsticks and poured away the rest of the food.

When he wanted to wash the dishes, he was stopped by Lin Qingqian. “I don’t want Song Qin to send another full set of pink cutlery tomorrow.” Lin Qingqian cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Jiang Yanshen stood at the door, his slender body leaning against the glass door. His black eyes burned as he looked at her slender figure, and there was a rare sense of calmness in his heart.

Lin Qingqian turned off the tap and heard the man’s low and hoarse voice behind her. “What positions is your studio still lacking in?” “It has nothing to do with you.” Lin Qingqian replied coldly.

“I can help.”

Lin Qingqian turned around and looked at him. “Are you done? You’ve paid for everything and eaten. Shouldn’t you be leaving now?”

Jiang Yanshen: ‘

He caught the impatience in her eyes and thought she might still be angry due to the takeaway.

It was Song Qin’s bad idea. She said that women would be very touched if they saw their men cooking, but it backfired.

“I’ll leave first.” Jiang Yanshen stood still after saying that.

Lin Qingqian raised her chin, her meaning clear.

Jiang Yanshen’s brows moved slightly. “You’re not sending me off?”

Lin Qingqian couldn’t help but laugh. “Jiang Yanshen, we’re divorced. Do you think I’ll still hug your arm and be reluctant to part with you like before?”

In the past, every time he had to go on a business trip, he would leave for a month or two. Every time, Lin Qingqian would be reluctant and shamelessly hug his arm without letting go. She would only let him go when he was on the verge of losing his temper.

But now… she seemed to be too lazy to even look at him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yanshen still felt a little uncomfortable, but his exquisite facial features didn’t show it.

He turned around and walked to the door.

Lin Qingqian, who was standing in the kitchen, heard the sound of the door closing. She then sighed inexplicably and slowly leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t that she wanted to have a bad attitude towards Jiang Yanshen, but…

She had seen him lose control with her own eyes and knew that he had mania and violent tendencies. It was impossible to say that she was not afraid.

In today’s society, the word “domestic violence” was a topic of discussion for women. In the past, it was fine if she was ignorant and fearless.

Now that she had already divorced Jiang Yanshen and knew about his illness, she felt emotional and sympathized with what he had experienced since young.

However, she was far from being noble. It wouldn’t be possible for her to return to Jiang Yanshen’s side without a care and obediently became the porcelain doll he needed.

What could be more important than your own life?