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Butler Ling finally understood; the fourth young master was jealous, and quite intensely at that.

It was no surprise though, Nie Chenglang seemed perfect in every way, and Shen Chi was feeling threatened. The most critical issue was that the child in Xu Chaomu’s belly was that man’s!

“Unreasonable.” Xu Chaomu was too lazy to argue with him and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Butler Ling held onto Xu Chaomu, trying to persuade her, “Fourth Young Master, Chaomu was just joking with you, don’t take her words to heart.”

“I don’t stoop to her level.” Shen Chi said as if it was nothing.

“Yes, yes.” Butler Ling then lowered her voice to Xu Chaomu, “Chaomu, you go upstairs to sleep. Argue if you must in the future, but please never get physical.”

Get physical?

Xu Chaomu was stunned. She get physical? Even if she did, could she be a match for Shen Chi?

“I didn’t get physical with him!” Xu Chaomu immediately denied.

“This… Chaomu, the wound on the Fourth Young Master’s arm is quite noticeable. Men care a lot about their pride, and that injury on his arm will inevitably raise questions. Don’t get physical again in the future.”

Dammit! Xu Chaomu glared at Shen Chi in anger, only to see him looking nonchalant.

What did the wound on his arm have to do with her?

“Fourth Young Master, don’t be angry with Chaomu anymore, she just lost her temper,” Butler Ling tried to soothe Shen Chi again.

Shen Chi glanced at his arm indifferently, “I don’t blame her.”

Damn!

Xu Chaomu realized that this scheming wolf was taking revenge on her!

First, for dining out with Nie Chenglang, and second, for her previous “false accusation” to Butler Ling about him slapping her!

It had to be the case!

This man, he held such grudges!

So petty, so petty!

How could there be such a petty man in this world? She must have been blind to fall for him! Definitely blind!

But who was Xu Chaomu? If she didn’t take her revenge, she wouldn’t be called Xu Chaomu.

Butler Ling gave Shen Chi a look of admiration, she thought he was pretty magnanimous after all.

Xu Chaomu gave Shen Chi a slight smile and hooked his injured arm.

“Butler Ling, why didn’t you ask him why we were arguing?”

Shen Chi remained composed, continuing to listen to Xu Chaomu.

Curious, Butler Ling shook her head, “I don’t know.”

“Then, Butler Ling, please be the judge,” Xu Chaomu said, and with a spin of her nimble mind, a few 18+ magazine plot points popped up, “The other night, he drank some alcohol and was staggering drunk, climbing onto my bed. I was no match for his strength, struggled in vain, and hit his hand with a cup!”

Having said that, Xu Chaomu was proud.

It was a seamless story, absolutely seamless.

He wanted her to take the rap, so she threw the pot right back at him.

Sure enough, Shen Chi’s face darkened, and he gave Xu Chaomu a cold glare. The way he looked at her, it was as if he wanted to devour her.

This girl, she’s got some skills.

Upon hearing this, Butler Ling started to counsel Shen Chi, “Fourth Young Master, Chaomu’s child is just three months along, it’s not okay to…”

Xu Chaomu pulled on Butler Ling’s sleeve with a choked voice, “Butler Ling, I haven’t even said anything, and he’s accusing me first.”

“I understand, I understand,” Butler Ling patted Xu Chaomu’s hand and whispered, “But you should also be more considerate of the Fourth Young Master.”

“Humph.” Xu Chaomu snorted, “He can deal with it himself with his hand, or go find an escort outside.”

Shen Chi’s face fell again, and he stepped forward, grabbing Xu Chaomu.

Butler Ling covered her face, “You two talk.”

These were the topics of young people; she was no longer fit to participate. Saying this, she left the living room…

Xu Chaomu knew, Butler Ling had always been rather weak in combat.

Xu Chaomu smiled at Shen Chi with her eyes curving into crescents. She enjoyed seeing him looking so defeated; it was wonderful!

“Are you happy now?” Shen Chi asked, looking down at her with a deep voice.

Her small face was full of joyous smiles, as delightful as flowers.

“Don’t scheme against me behind my back in the future,” Xu Chaomu huffed.

“Childish,” Shen Chi said.

“Oh, and also, stop smoking. If you smoke again, don’t touch me,” Xu Chaomu added.

Xu Chaomu pushed him away, now whenever he got close to her, she could smell the stench of smoke.

She frowned, smoking was bad for his health, and also bad for her baby.

“I’m sorry,” Shen Chi said apologetically to her.

He had forgotten that she was pregnant.

He always failed to remember she was pregnant; in his heart, she remained the little girl who liked to follow him around.

Five years had passed, and he still wasn’t ready for the fact that she was now a mother.

“Um,” Xu Chaomu didn’t bother with him anymore, preparing to go upstairs for a nap.

This time, Shen Chi didn’t stop her, but let her walk upstairs.

Xu Chaomu touched her slightly protruding belly as she ascended the spiral staircase.

Opening the door to her room, she satisfactorily tucked herself into her own little bed.

Lying in bed, she called Yu Weiwei.

“Weiwei, I’m home now, where are you at?”

“Chenglang is still driving; he’s going to drop me off at home in a while.”

“Okay, take care on your way,” Xu Chaomu said.

“You should take a nap!” Yu Weiwei said.

“Alright then, I’ll hang up now, mwah!”

Xu Chaomu happily ended the call, covered herself with the air conditioning blanket, and prepared to sleep.

Yu Weiwei also smiled as she put away her phone and glanced at Nie Chenglang, who was driving.

“You should probably stay away from the research institute these days,” Nie Chenglang said, “I worry that those people might show up again.”

Yu Weiwei nodded, “I’ll be careful.”

“Save my number. If you feel anything is off, call me,” Nie Chenglang said, giving her a string of numbers.

“I really can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re being too formal with me,” Nie Chenglang laughed.

Nie Chenglang didn’t leave until he watched Yu Weiwei enter her apartment building. Only then did he drive away, relieved.

As they went their separate ways, neither noticed Li Beiting standing under a ginkgo tree.

In this season, the ginkgo tree still bore green leaves, its branches laden with ripe ginkgo fruits. With every breeze, both the ginkgo leaves and fruits swayed, rustling.

Two or three ginkgo leaves had already fallen on Li Beiting’s shoulder, dotting his dark shirt with green, creating a somewhat abrupt contrast.

Who knows how long he stood under the tree.

Since Yu Weiwei got out of the car, his gaze never left her.

Gradually, as she went upstairs to her tiny apartment, he remained, never leaving.

It was noon, and sunlight streamed through the gaps between leaves, casting a mottled pattern on his shirt.

The man beneath the tree held a trace of desolation in his features.

Alone and solitary, in solitary desolation.