Han Xi returned to her room, took a shower in the bathroom, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed: "Jing Han, just now in the living room, Yichen said that this Jian Ru is not as gentle as she appears. What do you think?"
Lu Jinghan put the book in his hand on the bedside table, turned around, and held Han Xi: "I guess she doesn't really like Yichen; she just likes his status and the title of Mrs. Wen."
Lu Jinghan, having encountered countless people in the business world, judged people sharply and accurately. During those short few hours downstairs, he indeed felt that this woman was not particularly impressive.
"If Jian Ru is really so scheming, then we can't let Yichen marry her. We should think of something."
"It's late, let's sleep. We can talk about this later."
"Okay." Han Xi snuggled into Lu Jinghan's embrace and sweetly said, "Good night."
The next morning, Han Xi got up early and, after washing up, went downstairs with Lu Jinghan.
