Josnian lowered his voice and spoke to him for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

…

Half a month later, Jinyuan.

Han Yurou worked overtime at the company for a while, and it was just after eight o'clock in the evening when she came back.

She bent down and changed out of her high heels, then picked out a pair of white cotton slippers and put them on. She dropped her bag and sat on the sofa tiredly, pouring herself a glass of boiled water.

Some servants saw her, but they always ignored her if she came back alone.

Han Yurou has long been used to it.

Anyway, I have hands and feet, so I don’t need them to serve me.

She didn't feel very well tonight, and she didn't bother to have dinner. After drinking a glass of hot water, she went upstairs to take a shower.

Rong Jincheng didn't return to Jinyuan for a month, and she finally had a month of peace without getting into endless quarrels with him.

She couldn't quarrel with Rong Jincheng, he always had a way to make her give in.

But since her father's death, he has one less way to make her surrender, and it is also the most powerful one.

This month, she slept very soundly. She would not be woken up by him in the middle of the night, nor would she be hugged by him when he had nightmares. She slept alone on the big bed, and sometimes she felt as if she was in a trance.

Found my old self.

She wanted to return to those peaceful and stable days of the past.

Under the shower, Han Yurou took a bath with her eyes closed.

During this period, she and Pan Wenguang met several times and had dinner several times, but the meeting time was not long.

Pan Wenguang gave her a sum of money, and she promised him that she would pay it back in the future.

It's not that she doesn't understand Pan Wenguang's thoughts. A normal man is willing to date a woman for nothing more than that.

But she will not let herself jump from one fire pit into another again. There is no essential difference between Pan Wenguang and Rong Jincheng.

After taking a bath, Han Yurou sat on the balcony and blew her hair. Such quiet moments were her favorite and truly belonged to her.

Outside the window, the night is as dark as water, quiet and peaceful. A bright moon hangs in the sky, the clouds are clear and shallow, and the evening breeze blows the branches.

Feeling sleepy, Han Yurou put down the hair dryer and yawned.

Just as she was bending over to close the drawer, suddenly, a pair of big hands hugged her waist from behind.

He smelled heavily of alcohol, but in the strong odor of alcohol, she still smelled a familiar scent, which was Rong Jincheng's favorite scent - the scent of black essence cologne.

Her body trembled. He was back?

Why did he come back today?

Rong Jincheng didn't say a word, so he hugged her from behind, turned her body to face him, put his arms around her neck and started chewing her.

Under the dim light, Han Yurou saw that his face was red from drinking, and she didn't know how much he drank.

"You drank too much..." She resisted intentionally or unintentionally, not letting him touch her.

"No……"

Drunk people always refuse to admit that they drank too much.

Han Yurou pushed him: "I'll put hot water for you to take a bath."

"Finish washing."

Han Yurou's hands trembled again.

He always speaks so straightforwardly. When he first said these words to her, she still felt ashamed and angry, but now she is numb.

Rong Jincheng was so strong that he pressed her down and fell onto the bed.

Han Yurou didn't want to have a relationship with him, especially the drunk Rong Jincheng.

"You take a shower first. The smell of alcohol is too strong for me." She frowned.
Chapter completed!