Every morning when she opened her eyes, she could see him sitting by the window reading the newspaper, just like the morning of the second day of their wedding many years ago.

Looking at him, Jian Ran thought of something from a long time ago, and just when she was engrossed in her thoughts, she heard Qin Yue's voice: "Jian Ran, you went to Xiao Qinghe's place today, what does he want from you?"

Jane shook her head blankly: "It's nothing."