perhaps because of their past intimate relationship and the two times he had helped her—once with a leaky kitchen and once by helping her on the subway—being in the same space felt surprisingly natura...Originally, Han Li had no impression of this male No. 5. After all, he seemed quite aloof, like he only accepted her friend request through Ivy's introduction out of courtesy. He didn't even bother with a polite greeting.

But when she saw that the dog's name was Zhaochai, she immediately remembered this Male Number Five. She found it very impressive and a coincidence. So, she casually changed the other person's remark from "Male Number" to "Zhaochai Dad."

In the next few days, Yvonne stayed in Senzhou, but her mother was more concerned than she was, urging her every day to meet with these men.

We've added each other on WeChat and chatted too, it's not a big deal to take this last step, let's just meet. At least Yiwu introduced her, she won't be too bad.

For her first blind date, Han Li arrived 15 minutes early out of professional habit. When she first waited for the other person, she was a little dumbfounded, wondering where she was and what she was doing there

She's not desperate for love, nor is she unable to live without a man. She has a stable career, adorable children, and supportive friends. Who wouldn't envy such a life

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I shouldn't have come. But there was no regret for her, because the other party was also punctual and arrived 10 minutes earlier than scheduled.

They recognized each other at first sight, leaving Han Li with no escape.

The other person is a nouveau riche, very confident. Their WeChat profile picture is of themself. They sent her several photos during their chat last night; and they have also looked up her information online. There's a work photo of her on her company's website.

He was very talkative. As soon as they met, he complimented her, saying she looked much prettier in person than in her online work photos. What made Han Li feel more comfortable was that he didn't just focus on showing off himself, he would guide the conversation to topics she was familiar with. After a meal, they had a pleasant conversation and it wasn't as awkward as she had imagined.

This is also the reason why she's willing to continue meeting the next few men, I have to say, Ivy understands her. The men she introduces are at least not repulsive, but that's about it. They always lack the desire to get to know each other further or the kind of flirtation that sparks between a man and a woman.

"It's normal, isn't it At our age, falling in love at first sight is a bit too idealistic. As long as we don't dislike each other, let's just talk for now. Maybe who knows, we might develop feelings along the way."

And they all have a good impression of you.

Han Li knew this, and after they met, they would chat with her every night, which made her a bit tired of dealing with it.

Before Zhao Tingxing, all her contact with other men was for work, official business, quick and efficient. Now, she's suddenly asked to chat with them casually, about what She really isn't good at that.

Having been on a string of dates all week, Han Zhaoyi had Zhao Tingxing pick her up and drop her off every time. After each date, she would go back to floor 22 to pick up Han Zhaoyi.

Before, Zhao Tingxing suggested that Han Zhaoyi move out of Yi's house. She outwardly refused, but deep down, she was inclined to agree. Initially, she didn't want to accept the suggestion because she couldn't figure out how to solve the problem of companionship. But recently, she came to a realization. She had always been rushing forward to pursue her career. Now it was time to slow down. Every stage of life has its own meaning, and right now, Han Zhaoyi's growth is the most important thing. She is willing to slow down for him.

Just when the elders of the Yi family were too preoccupied with Yi Xin's affairs to attend to anything else, they gradually let them adapt to life without Han Zhao's presence.

Zhao Tingxing's injuries were fortunately only minor, not affecting his bones or internal organs. He was in some pain, but nothing serious, which eased Han Li's worries considerably.

As I went upstairs to meet Han Zhaoyi, as soon as I rang the doorbell, he came to open it quickly. He was taken aback when he saw me standing at the door.

Han Li hasn't been to his construction site much lately. He spends his days in the capital city visiting clients and evenings on blind dates. So, unlike a few weeks ago when he wore simple clothes and light makeup, he now dresses meticulously and even after a long day, he still looks radiant.

"I'm here to meet Han Zhao," she said. Because she was wearing high heels, she only needed to tilt her head up slightly to look him in the eyes.

Zhao Tingxing cleared his throat: "Han Zhaoyi is asleep. Are you sure you can hold him with that outfit on"

He moved over a little to make room for her.

After last time, Han Li wasn't planning on going into his room, just saying, "Then let him sleep here." It wasn't like they hadn't slept together before.

After saying that, he turned and was about to leave.

Behind Zhao Tingxing: "He's been waiting for you to come back all evening. He said he wants to sleep with you tonight."

Han Li had no choice but to come back, standing at his door: “I’ll wait here. You go get him out.”

I will absolutely not step into his room again.

Zhao Tingxing didn't say anything. He went inside, carried Han Zhaoyi out, and his fingers were still hooked on his backpack and water bottle.

Han Li hurried to reach for him, but Zhao Tingxing dodged. "I'll carry him down, don't wake him."

He gestured for her to take her backpack and water bottle with a flick of his finger.

Zhao Tingxing was walking ahead, holding Han Zhaoyi in his arms. She followed silently behind, entering the elevator and going down to the 11th floor. The whole time, not a word was spoken.

When she reached her room, she hesitated on how to stop Zhao Tingxing from entering. As a result, Zhao Tingxing glanced at her and said impatiently, "Open the door, what are you doing standing there"

He acted too normal, which made her overthink things. So she opened the door and silently let him carry Han Zhao Yi onto the bed.

Last time, they had only held each other like that once. This time, it felt more natural. As he bent down to put Han Zhaoyi onto the bed, he inadvertently revealed two purple marks on his lower back. They seemed even darker than before.

Seeing him get up, she blurted out, "Have you taken the medicine"

Thinking about it, his stubborn personality wouldn't have him take medicine on his own.

"Surely, he replied, 'what medicine, I won't die.'"

"What if it gets inflamed without medicine"

"Out of reach, can't use it." This time he was telling the truth. It was indeed out of reach, but he was too embarrassed to ask someone to apply medicine to his wound, so he just ignored it.

Hàn Lì really didn't want to get involved, but this was for her sake that he was hurt. Things had come to this point, she couldn't just ignore it. After glancing at Hàn Zhào Yì who was fast asleep, she said: "I'll help you."

Just like that, the person who had just insisted on not entering his room came in again, and still at such a close distance.

But this time, Zhao Tingxing was sitting in a chair.

When his back was opened, the two scars were deeper than before. Han Li gently poured some medicine on them. Zhao Tingxing stiffened slightly as if in pain.

"Hurt Just bear with it, it'll be over soon." Han Li this time wasn't as gentle as last time, afraid that another meaningless ambiguous atmosphere would arise out of nowhere.

So he was using a bit more force than last time, and kept talking.

“Just say it if you want to hurt me, why are you being so forceful” Zhao Tingxing said angrily after being pressed by her hand several times.

"Too heavy I'll lighten it."e was just looking at her phone, so he naturally sat down beside her and reached out to hug her, "What are you looking at"He liked kissing her, and he liked feeling the softness of their faces pressed...