C11 A Dull Conversation

After finishing the call, Nie Zeyu remained standing by the window, his gaze sweeping over the cars passing on the street below. His expression was neutral, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

After a long moment, he turned around and noticed a woman's purse and some scattered documents on the floor by the bed. His eyes darkened slightly as he crouched down to gather the papers and the bag. As he placed the documents back into the purse, he inadvertently caught sight of the writing on them.

The casual look on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression. He flipped through the documents, his gaze growing more intense. Despite this, he put the papers back into the purse and placed it on the bedside table.

This woman...

Ji Xinling finally woke up, but she felt terrible. Her head throbbed painfully, her body felt weak, and her eyelids were heavy. Struggling to open her eyes and sit up, she found herself in an unfamiliar, luxurious room, momentarily confused about what had happened.

She vaguely remembered feeling upset and overwhelmed after taking care of Loong Zijun, leading her to drink at a bar. But everything after that was a blur. How did she end up here? The more she tried to piece it together, the more anxious she became, her face turning pale.

“Awake?” A voice, as clear and refreshing as a mountain stream, suddenly sounded in her ear.

She quickly turned her head and saw a man sitting not far from her, exuding an aura that was impossible to ignore. His features were as if painted, his elegance almost otherworldly.

After a moment of effort, she finally recognized the man sitting there: "Is it you?"

It was the man who had helped her yesterday at the banquet hall. His name was probably Zeyu.

Zeyu raised an eyebrow slightly, a simple gesture that seemed to captivate everyone. His presence and beauty left Xinling breathless. "Yes, you remember me."

Xinling took a deep breath. "You helped me yesterday when I was at my worst. There's no way I could forget."

This was a rare moment of warmth in her life. From childhood, she hadn't experienced much of it, so how could she possibly forget?

Zeyu's eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing charm, and the way he looked at her was almost irresistible, as if Xinling might be drawn into those eyes.

With difficulty, Xinling reminded herself not to look at him too much. A man whose slightest gesture could leave someone spellbound was dangerous, and she knew she couldn't allow herself to fall under his spell.

Nie Zeyu spoke again, "Time to get up. Breakfast is ready."

His voice was gentle, as if this conversation was the most ordinary thing in the world. It gave Ji Xinling the illusion that they were a long-married couple, with her lingering in bed while he patiently waited for her to rise.

This thought startled Ji Xinling. She must still be half-asleep to entertain such a ridiculous notion.

As she got up and checked her clothes, she asked, "Last night... did anything happen? Where am I, and how did I end up here?"

"I didn't expect you to have so many questions right away. Which one should I answer first?" Nie Zeyu replied in a calm tone, his eyes never leaving the tablet in his hands.

She knew he was responding to her, but he was also working. His focused expression made him even more compelling.

Ji Xinling slowly got up, feeling her heart grow colder than it had been yesterday. Her eyes reflected only sadness, and her face was tense.

She had reached out to everyone she knew, but no one was willing to help her by marrying her.

Without a marriage, her current documents were useless, leaving her in despair, unsure of what to do next. Was there any way out of this situation? Would she always be at the mercy of others? No, she refused to accept that!