Mingyue instantly understood why Ji Shiyou had been acting erratically earlier.
"That bag, you bought it?"
She didn't return to the study but went to the bedroom and asked from the doorway.
At the store, it had only been her, Zhecheng, Ji Shiyou, He Ling, and Jing Jia.
If Zhecheng didn't buy the bag, it must have something to do with Ji Shiyou. She needed to confirm.
"You know now! Tell me what you want, I'm no worse than that Zhecheng.
What he can get, I can get. What he can't, I can also get."
Ji Shiyou was sitting on the sofa, angry. He was angry at himself.
He regretted not letting that person surnamed Zhou in earlier to clarify things in front of Mingyue.
Because then, Mingyue would have known that he bought the bag.
It had nothing to do with that pretty boy Zhecheng. He had shot himself in the foot, doing something useless.
On the way back, he had instructed Zhenlu over the phone to buy the bag no matter what.
But Mingyue misunderstood, thanking that pretty boy Zhecheng while holding the bag he gave her.
His face immediately darkened, and he returned to his room to sulk, regretting his actions.
Why hadn't he explained earlier, letting Mingyue know his intentions, and instead just got angry?
Now, if he went to explain again, it would seem too deliberate, too petty.
While he was agonizing over whether to go and explain to Mingyue, she walked into the room and asked him directly.
Ji Shiyou immediately seized the opportunity, not only admitting it but also sarcastically belittling Zhecheng.
"Thank you, I really like this bag. You went to a lot of trouble.
I need to talk to you. Is now a good time?"
Mingyue placed the bag in her hands in the cloakroom, then came out and sat opposite Ji Shiyou, looking at him.
"Of course!"
Ji Shiyou's heart fluttered. They say bags can cure all ailments, and to win over a woman, all it takes is a bag.
If not, then two. Had Mingyue been won over by the bag he gave her?
Was this a prelude to her confessing her feelings? He would agree without hesitation; he was that easily swayed.
Thinking of this, Ji Shiyou straightened his body, preparing to welcome this sacred moment.
"Ji Shiyou, do you have split personality?
Sometimes you are thoughtful and considerate, a warm man, and you move me.
But other times, you're like a different person, impulsive, easily angered.
You throw tantrums for no reason. You even stalked me, are you a pervert?
Our agreement explicitly states that we are not allowed to interfere in each other's private lives. Don't you remember?
If you continue like this, I'm afraid I will have the right to terminate the agreement and leave immediately."
Mingyue looked at Ji Shiyou, her expression serious and her tone solemn.
She agreed to sign the hundred-day agreement out of a sense of promise and guilt.
That's why she agreed to stay and help Ji Shiyou resolve his internal and external troubles before leaving.
Although she had a good impression of Ji Shiyou at first, after spending a few days together, she realized that Ji Shiyou was not a good partner.
This state of affairs caused her significant mental exhaustion, so she wanted to have a serious talk.
If things continued like this, she would rather break the agreement than stay any longer.
Ji Shiyou, who had been excited and full of anticipation, deflated like a frost-bitten eggplant upon hearing Mingyue's words.
Split personality? Pervert? Were these the words Mingyue was using to describe him?
Was this how he appeared in Mingyue's eyes? His heart was filled with despair.
"I understand. I won't bother you again."
Ji Shiyou, heartbroken, mumbled weakly and turned over to lie down.
Mingyue looked at Ji Shiyou, who suddenly seemed to have lost all his spirit.
She found it strange. Was he having another episode?
However, since he had promised not to bother her anymore, her objective had been achieved.
She turned and left the bedroom, returning to the study. She still had the documents Zhecheng had given her to read.
The atmosphere in the old Ji family mansion was peculiar. The servants were all cheerful, as if it were New Year's.
However, the masters of the house were each lost in their own thoughts.
Although Old Mrs. Ji said she was going abroad to give the young couple some space, she was still a little worried. Her grandson was usually calm and decisive, but when it came to Mingyue, Ji Shiyou lost all composure and acted recklessly. Mingyue was a calm and proud person, and she feared Ji Shiyou's attempts to impress her might backfire, making him annoying instead of endearing.
He Ling, on the second floor, was filled with anxiety. Ji Shiyou's outburst had frightened her. Thinking that Mingyue and Ji Shiyou must hate her now, she was uneasy about how they would deal with her. She wondered when Zhao Xinning's plan would begin, wishing it would happen sooner. At this thought, He Ling suddenly remembered that Zhao Xinning had left after breakfast. She hadn't returned yet and she didn't know where she had gone gallivanting.
"Heitou, do you understand what I'm saying? Your wealth and status depend on it."
On the messy bed, Zhao Xinning, sated after their encounter, took a deep drag from a cigarette, ignoring her nakedness as she lay sprawled on her back. She exhaled a smoke ring and spoke to the muscular, naked man beside her.
"Xinning, you've already entered the Ji family. That impotent Ji Decun doesn't care about you. You have good food and drink, and you're the Ji family's madam. Isn't that good enough? Why are you trying to go against the eldest young master of the Ji family? He's not easy to deal with. As far as I know, he might have connections with Jiuyou. It wasn't easy for me to get where I am today. Jiuyou is someone I can't afford to offend. I think we should just forget it. I think our current life is quite good. You be the Ji family's madam, and I'll be the leader of the Poison Dragon Gang. Even if you're not the Ji madam anymore, I can still support you."
The man named Heitou, who looked to be in his forties, was burly, covered in scars and tattoos. As he spoke, his hand began to roam over Zhao Xinning's well-maintained body, his gaze greedy and lustful.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You support me? Do you have billions in wealth? Following you, I'll never amount to anything. You useless thing. Don't forget why we went to such lengths to approach Ji Decun in the first place. As long as Ji Shiyou is alive, nothing in the Ji family will ever be ours."
Hearing Heitou's words, Zhao Xinning slapped his hand away. She twisted her body, turning her back to Heitou, indicating her displeasure.
"Darling, I'll listen to you. Shall I make the arrangements?"
Zhao Xinning's reaction made Heitou compromise, and Heitou's promise made Zhao Xinning compromise. The lingering passion in the room reignited, and soon, lustful moans filled the entire room.
Zhao Xinning did not return home until evening, and neither did Ji Decun nor Ji Shigong. He Ling had secretly slipped out in the afternoon, deciding to seek refuge with her girlfriends for a few days.
"Tomorrow, the butler Sun and I will take all the servants out for team building. Before we return, you two will have to fend for yourselves and take care of each other."
During dinner, Old Mrs. Ji announced her arrangements to Ji Shiyou and Mingyue. Ji Shiyou was like a soulless automaton, listlessly picking at his white rice, not taking any dishes and ignoring Old Mrs. Ji's words without any reaction. Mingyue, however, was startled by Old Mrs. Ji's words. Was the Ji family so unusual? She had never heard of any family masters organizing team-building events for their servants. However, this was for the best. She had been worried that the Seven Fiends might make a move and frighten the old madam. This was a perfect opportunity to act freely while the old madam was away. She could resolve all pending matters, allowing her to leave sooner.
The next morning, the large group for the Ji family's team-building departed from the airport in Di Jing. A person exuding a chilling aura happened to pass them by – it was a member of the Seven Fiends, who had arrived in Di Jing.