A few minutes later, Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha moved from the kitchen to the living room sofa.

Jing Xiaocha brought a fruit to Zhang Minghui, who was studying on the balcony, and came back with two cups of water, handing one to Wen Jin and holding the other as she sat down on another sofa.

Listening to Wen Jin speak calmly and gently, "It’s better that Jin Yunchang sets some conditions than none at all."

Jing Xiaocha laughed self-deprecatingly, understanding Wen Jin’s meaning.

Jin Yunchang laying out conditions meant there was still room for maneuver, and he wasn’t genuinely pushing for Zheng Shirui to play the leading role.

It seemed that Zheng Shirui shared the same goals as Jin Yunchang.

However, she had no interest in Jin Zheyu and never considered soaring to success by herself.

She only wished to live quietly and simply.

"I’ve thought about it, if worse comes to worst, I’ll just sue them again."

"Don’t rush things."

Wen Jin detected the anger in Jing Xiaocha’s tone and soothingly comforted, "I’ll handle this for you."

"Brother Wen?"

Jing Xiaocha’s heart warmed, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

Though Wen Jin often made her feel sad, there were many times he moved her, warmed her heart.

Perhaps it was precisely his kindness that Jing Xiaocha could never let go of.

Nor did she wish to let go. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Even if she liked him quietly by herself, Jing Xiaocha still felt happy.

Because in her heart, Wen Jin was the best man in the world, unparalleled.

Wen Jin raised his water glass and took a sip, looking at her with gentle eyes.

He smiled and said, "Tomorrow, I’ll talk to Jin Yunchang first. If we really can’t reach a mutual agreement, then we’ll make other plans."

"Okay."

Jing Xiaocha nodded, "Will Jin Yunchang ask anything of you, Brother Wen?"

She asked worriedly; wasn’t Jin Fengjiao always fond of Brother Wen?

If Jin Yunchang used this to demand that Brother Wen date Jin Fengjiao.

Brother Wen wouldn’t agree, right?

Last time, because her drama had many plots related to medicinal herbs and medicine, he agreed to cooperate with Star Summer Film and Television.

They allowed filming at the pharmaceutical factory.

Wen Jin noticed her concern, warmth tinging his eyes like Mo Yu’s, "Don’t worry, if his demands are too harsh, I won’t agree with him; I certainly won’t sell you out."

"I’m afraid you’ll sell yourself out."

Jing Xiaocha lowered her head, quietly retorted.

Even though her voice was quiet, in the large living room with only the two of them, it was so quiet that Wen Jin still heard.

He chuckled and said, "Do you think I’m the type to easily sell myself out?"

If that were true, he would have sold himself long ago, no need to wait until now.

After discussing the matter, as Wen Jin prepared to return home, he got up and headed to the kitchen.

Jing Xiaocha watched him, puzzled.

She didn’t understand why he went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Wen Jin emerged from the kitchen carrying a few packs of instant noodles, and Jing Xiaocha’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Wen, you..."

Wen Jin wasn’t angry; a faint smile played on his lips.

The living room’s crystal chandelier light perfectly captured in his jet-black eyes, reflecting a brilliant radiance.

Making his whole demeanor seem more gentle, amiable, and soft.

"In light of your lack of self-control, I can only take these instant noodles away. You’re not allowed to buy them anymore."

Jing Xiaocha pouted slightly, "I only eat them occasionally. Let me keep them; I promise not to eat them every day."

Wen Jin raised an eyebrow, "Your promise isn’t very reliable. If Little Hui were at home with you every day, he could keep an eye on you, but Little Hui has to go to school."

"No way, Little Hui comes back home for lunch."

"In reality, if Little Hui doesn’t come home for lunch, you just make do by yourself."

Wen Jin’s expression was gentle, his tone warm, yet there was an uncompromising attitude.

Jing Xiaocha then helplessly watched as Wen Jin took away her beloved instant noodles.

As soon as the door closed, Little Hui’s voice rang nearby, "Aunt, Uncle Wen is amazing; now you dare not eat instant noodles anymore, right?"

"I told you not to tattle."

Facing Zhang Minghui’s mischievous eyes, Jing Xiaocha raised her hand and gave him a light slap on the head.

Zhang Minghui chuckled as he ran off, happily shouting, "Aunt, if you married Uncle Wen, it’d be great; he could always keep you from eating instant noodles."

Jing Xiaocha’s face darkened, seriously stopping him, "Stop talking nonsense. Uncle Wen has a girlfriend."

"But I know, Aunt likes Uncle Wen. Ziyi says if you like someone, you should go after them. Aunt, why don’t you go for it?"

Jing Xiaocha laughed, watching him, "Ziyi says if you like someone, you should go for them?"

Ziyi is just a little kid, what does he know.

Zhang Minghui nodded, and the longer he spent time with Ziyi, the more he admired him.

Even though Ziyi is younger, Zhang Minghui felt that Ziyi is really smart, incredibly smart.

There were times he wanted to open his head to see what on earth was inside that mind.

"Yeah, Ziyi likes Qingqing, said when Qingqing grows up, he wants her to be his girlfriend, his wife, can’t let other boys get with her, so he has to keep her close every day."

Jing Xiaocha’s mouth twitched, "Ziyi is still a child."

"That day I wanted to give Qingqing a candy, but Ziyi wouldn’t let me. In the end, he unwrapped it and let Qingqing lick it before eating it himself."

"He doesn’t mind that it’s dirty?"

"He said it’s not dirty because Qingqing is going to be his girlfriend someday. Ziyi even teaches Qingqing how to read and write, reportedly he puts her to sleep every night before sleeping himself."

A sly smile flickered across Jing Xiaocha’s eyes, "Little Hui, are you envious that Ziyi has a girlfriend? Do you want a girlfriend?"

Zhang Minghui’s face changed, shaking his head and waving his hand, "No, no, I don’t want one."

"Why?"

Wasn’t he talking about Ziyi and Qingqing with much enthusiasm?

"I don’t like being clung to by a little girl. Right now, my priority is studying."

"Hmm, that’s right."

**

The next morning, Jing Xiaocha was woken up by a knock on the door.

Opening her bleary eyes, she glanced towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Because the curtains were tightly drawn, outside was still a gray haze.

Even if she opened the curtains, the sky probably wasn’t bright yet.

Jing Xiaocha quickly changed clothes, opened the door, and outside stood two men in police uniforms.

"Officers,"

Jing Xiaocha rubbed her eyes, looking blankly at the two policemen in front of her, one of whom said gently, "A resident next door jumped from the building early this morning, and we want to know if you knew them or heard anything..."

"Jumped?"

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes widened in shock, instantly dispelling her drowsiness.

"Yes, someone reported it an hour ago. If you know anything or heard anything, you can tell us..."

"Xiaocha, you live here?"

Another voice chimed in, and Jing Xiaocha looked up to see that it was Lu Zhiyan in a police uniform.