Leng Yunting felt as if Liu Jingyi was deliberately seducing him.
His slender fingers clenched tightly, suppressing the heat rising within him.
During the day, Leng Yunting was relatively restrained; even at home, he glanced at Liu Jingyi and said seriously, "Don't be silly."
Liu Jingyi thought to herself, "During the day, he's as serious as an old cadre, but at night he turns into a beast. "
Just then, Fu Jiexuan delivered a letter, breaking the intimate atmosphere in the room.
Liu Jingyi glanced at the mailing address on the envelope, then looked up at Leng Yunting.
Fu Jiexuan was doing it on purpose; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of delivering the letter. So, after delivering the letter, he left without lingering for long.
"Ahem..."
Liu Jingyi looked at his uncomfortable expression and asked doubtfully: "Who sent the letter?"
Leng Yunting held the thin letter between his fingers. The beautiful handwriting on the envelope seemed to have a scorching temperature. Her Adam's apple rolled inadvertently, trying to maintain the surface calmness: "It's from J City, it should be from mom." Liu Jingyi
stared at him with her clear eyes, as if to see through his pretense of calmness.
She clearly felt a trace of panic flashing in Leng Yunting's eyes at this moment.
"It must be something urgent, right? Let me take a look." Liu Jingyi remained calm and stretched out her hand naturally, her slender white fingers hanging in the air, with a meaning that could not be refused.
At this moment, Leng Yunting only felt that the letter was like a red-hot iron.
He wanted to tear it to pieces right away, or burn it clean with a fire.
Damn Fu Jiexuan!
He definitely did it on purpose!
Did Bai Yiyao's letter have to be specially sent here?
Leng Yunting had beaten Fu Jiexuan away eight hundred times in his heart.
"Ahem, I suppose it's nothing important!"
Liu Jingyi stared at him for a long time, then said meaningfully, "Is that so?"
"Yes, the ribs are ready. Didn't you want some? I'll get you some."
Leng Yunting casually stuffed the letter into his pocket and went to the kitchen.
Liu Jingyi watched the man's back and didn't press him further. After all, she wasn't stupid; why bother?
That delicate handwriting, the address from the capital, and Leng Yunting's avoidance of eye contact...
Who else could it be but the female lead from the original book—Bai Yiyao?
Sure enough, relying on a mountain crumbles, relying on a man?
Ha!
Liu Jingyi became even more determined to make money.
Here, they forbid her from doing this or that, controlling her with all sorts of rules and regulations, and here, her ex-lover's letter has even been delivered to her home!
Since he doesn't want her to know, why should she create trouble for herself?
Why bother to tear down this barrier and stage a jealous drama?
She didn't have the time, nor the interest!
Liu Jingyi downed two large bowls in one go, her appetite completely unaffected by the letter.
She ate with focused satisfaction, as if the letter had merely been a ripple on the water's surface.
Bai Yiyao's letter?
What was that?
Could she even eat it?
Was it as delicious as her pork rib soup?
Besides, she was now protected by her military marriage. As long as she didn't divorce, everyone else was a mistress. Even if she was the heroine in the original book, so what?
Leng Yunting sat opposite her, watching her eat with bulging cheeks and a satisfied expression, while he himself had no appetite.
Looking at Liu Jingyi's carefree attitude, Leng Yunting felt a prickling sensation, like a thorn, making him inexplicably irritated and even faintly annoyed!
She ate with such relish; did she really not care at all about him… or that letter?
This feeling of being completely ignored was even more suffocating than being questioned.
"Why aren't you eating?" Liu Jingyi finally looked up from her bowl and asked.
"I'm not hungry, you should eat more."
Liu Jingyi said "Oh," and then asked, "Have you finished reading the letter? Aren't you going to write a reply?"
Those words were like a spark igniting a fuse!
"It's nothing important, no need to reply."
"Oh,"
Liu Jingyi replied curtly, without any follow-up questions or emotional fluctuations.
Leng Yunting simply stared at her silently.
The weather was quite hot, so Liu Jingyi was dressed very lightly at home.
It was a simple white spaghetti-strap top she had altered from her own old clothes, revealing a large expanse of her fair, delicate shoulders and exquisite collarbones,
paired with loose-fitting shorts of the same color, her two straight, long legs completely exposed.
Her slender arms, graceful neck, and her delicate, captivating face, even without makeup, made her resemble a ripe, sweet peach exuding an alluring sweetness in the summer heat.
Looking at the delicate woman before him, Leng Yunting felt a surge of dark desire welling up within him.
He wanted nothing more than to immediately grab her slender, fragile neck, to make her clear eyes reflect only his image, and to make her pay the price for her damned indifference!
No!
If he stayed any longer, he didn't know what he might do!
"There's an urgent matter at the unit, I have to go back."
Leng Yunting practically spat out these words through gritted teeth, his voice terribly hoarse.
Liu Jingyi watched the man walk out with a dark expression, speechless.
Ha!
She hadn't even complained about his lingering relationship with his ex-lover, exchanging letters, and yet he put on this unhappy face, who was he trying to impress?
The midday sun hung overhead like a giant fireball, scorching the earth with its scorching heat.
It should have been lunch break, but the vast training ground was a scene of bustling activity.
A group of strong young men, wearing camouflage vests soaked with sweat, were all grimacing and suffering.
They were undergoing extreme physical training far exceeding their usual intensity—weighted squats, crawling in mud pits, sprinting with logs...
every movement was challenging their physical limits.
The source of all this—Leng Yunting—stood like a demon in the shadows at the edge of the field.
His military uniform was meticulously buttoned to the top, his posture upright, but his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes sharp as knives, sweeping over every figure on the field, exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
The oppressive aura emanating from Leng Yunting was more suffocating than the blazing sun overhead.
No one dared to complain, not even daring to glance around; they could only grit their teeth and do their utmost to complete each instruction.
Of course, among these "unfortunate" young men, the most miserable, without a doubt, was Fu Jiexuan.
While everyone else was undergoing routine extreme training, for Fu Jiexuan, it was a direct upgrade to hell mode.
"Fu Jiexuan! Fifty more push-ups! Make sure they're proper! If your back sags, start over!"
"Fu Jiexuan! Crawling in the mud, others do two, you do four! Crawl faster! Didn't you eat?"
"Fu Jiexuan! Carry the log! The thickest one!"
Leng Yunting's icy voice, like a death knell, struck Fu Jiexuan's head repeatedly.
Sweat streamed down Fu Jiexuan's forehead, neck, and back, dripping onto the scorching ground and evaporating instantly.
He was so exhausted his vision blurred, his arms and legs trembling uncontrollably; he felt like he was about to fall apart.