[Remember to save your husband's number, wife. I'll check next time we meet.]

Jiang Yi read the message several times, her eyes inevitably drawn back to the previous message in the same chat box.

Her cheeks warmed as she pressed and held the previous message, deleting it.

After hesitating for a moment, she reluctantly saved the man's number. When it came to adding a label, she paused for a few seconds, pondering an appropriate title.

Even if he said he would check, she couldn't just label it "husband."

Her fingers moved, finally typing out three characters—Mr. Qin.

After finishing, she sighed in relief and tossed her phone aside as if it were a hot potato, then looked up to continue reading.

Her face remained flushed, the young girl unaware of her rosy cheeks.

Her beauty was radiant, captivating those who passed by her window.

"Top student?" The person in front turned to call out to the one lagging behind.

Zhong Cheng withdrew his gaze, catching up with a few long strides.

"What were you looking at?" The person in front looked in the direction he had been staring, trying to find out.

Zhong Cheng's face was cold as he blocked his view, his voice icy, "Aren't you going?"

"Oh." The person raised an eyebrow and continued walking.

In the following days, Jiang Yi intentionally avoided Qin Zezhou, but it was futile. If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain. She might avoid Qin Zezhou, but she couldn't resist his visits, especially under the guise of being Qin Feifei's brother. Inviting his sister's friends to dinner along with his sister seemed perfectly reasonable. She could refuse Qin Zezhou, but not Qin Feifei.

However, under the table, out of sight, he placed his hand on her thigh, brazenly caressing her.

Jiang Yi's hand holding the utensils trembled slightly as she lowered her head to hide her guilty and surprised expression.

He even pretended to be concerned, asking her, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Feifei also stopped eating, looking at her with worry.

Jiang Yi glanced at Qin Feifei, composed herself, and shook her head, saying, "It's nothing, this dish is just too delicious."

Qin Feifei relaxed, "Right? I think it's pretty good too."

The man squeezed her thigh and also said, "It is pretty good."

Midway through the meal, his hand began to inch toward her inner thigh. Startled, she stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom, and rushed out of the private room. She lingered in the bathroom for a long time, reluctant to return to the room, even hoping they would finish eating and leave. But that was impossible.

She rubbed her distressed face in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom.

As she turned the corner, she bumped into Qin Zezhou leaning against the wall.

She paused.

He approached her, a slight smile on his lips, "I thought you fell into the toilet and was about to ask the staff for help."

Jiang Yi lowered her head and spoke softly, "Please stop teasing me."

Qin Zezhou bent down to meet her eyes, "How am I teasing you?"

Jiang Yi turned her head away, "I... I don't want to eat with you anymore."

Her emotions, which she had been holding back, broke through as soon as she spoke. The sense of grievance overwhelmed her, her nose tingled, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"You always... always tease me, with Feifei right next to us, you still... still touch my thigh. Last time was the same, with Feifei right there, you put your hand on my... my waist, completely ignoring my... my feelings. I don't want to ride in the same car or eat with you anymore." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Qin Zezhou furrowed his brows, pulled her into a private room, closed the door, and lifted her onto a chair, gently wiping away her tears with his fingertips.

"Why are you crying?" he said, "Do you cry like this in front of Zhong Lin too?"

Jiang Yi looked at him with teary eyes, slapped his hand away, and struggled to get off his lap.