C54

Chapter 54 - Return

"I say, let's change seats." Seeing the two of them staring blankly at each other with strange expressions on their faces, Zhou Xing Chen patiently repeated the words.

Yan Duuan was the first to react as he waved his hand, "No need, it's going to be very troublesome to switch back and forth."

"You shut up." Zhou Xing Chen didn't like Liang Jia's words at all. He turned to look at her with a nervous expression, as if he was waiting to see if she would change seats. His threat was obvious.

Liang Jia knew full well that he was just jealous. In order to appease Zhou Xingchen's anger and jealousy, she nodded helplessly and obediently got up to make a seat for him.

Yan Zian had rolled his eyes ever since Zhou Xing Chen had been seated beside him. He turned his head to the side, and Zhou Xing Chen didn't even look at him.

The journey back home was long and unpleasant. Zhou Xing Chen and Yan Gang's combined names gave off a very low pressure.

After a few hours of trekking, the plane finally landed. The moment the cabin door opened, Zhou Xing Chen quickly unbuckled his seat belt and pulled Liang Jia away. He didn't want to stay any longer than he had to.

Suiren was someone who didn't know how to judge the situation. Yet, he still chose to follow them.

"Jia Xing, where are you going now?" Yan Duuan followed by Liang Jia's side.

"Let's go home." Liang Jia answered truthfully.

"So it's like that," Yan Duan rubbed his chin as he slowed down his pace. In an instant, he realized that he had widened the distance between them as he jogged to catch up, "How about we go eat first? It's been awhile since we've seen each other. "How about it?"

Zhou Xing Chen stopped abruptly, and Liang Jia followed suit.

He angrily turned around and pulled over Liang Jia who was behind him to protect him. He used his huge body of about 1.8 meters to completely cover up Liang Jia so that he wouldn't be able to see through his words. His eyes were half narrowed like cold stars, filled with the smell of gunpowder. Do these things that lower oneself to our status? "

Yan Du An's eyes curved into a smile as he said, "A fair lady is something I long for. I don't feel like I have to lower myself."

Zhou Xing Chen clenched his fists and threatened, "If you continue to follow us, don't blame me for being impolite."

"No, no, no." Yan Du An widened his pair of gorgeous eyes and repeatedly waved his hands. "I'm not following you, I just want to reminisce with Jia Yue."

"She's already my wife." Zhou Xing Chen's face was cold as he proclaimed his sovereignty.

Unexpectedly, Yan Duoan nodded and said lightly, "I know."

Zhou Xing Chen had no other choice. If the other party was an ordinary, hedonistic young master like Ning Qianhan, he would have thousands of ways to force him to retreat.

He quickened his pace, and Liang Jia practically trotted along with him. He stuffed Liang Jia into the car and left as fast as lightning.

Light and shadow quickly flashed, and a faint smile appeared on Liang Jia's beautiful face. She sat in the back seat, rubbing her sore ankles as she teased Zhou Xing Chen. "I didn't expect you to be so jealous."

Zhou Xing Chen's eyebrows shot up. Without hesitation, he said, "You're mine. I won't allow anyone else to covet you."

Liang Jia smiled sweetly, her dimples gently swirling.

After driving to the suburban villa, the servant moved the luggage into the room.

They had been worn out from the journey, and Liang Jia and Zhou Xing Chen were extremely exhausted. They had an early dinner and went to bed after a bath.

The next day, Liang Jia was awakened.

She laid on the soft silk bed, hugging the warm and gentle eiderdown quilt. Helplessly, she heard waves of ringing sounds that continued for a long time without any rest. There were also cars coming and going.

Zhou Xing Chen had already left for the company a long time ago.

Liang Jia got off the bed and went to the window to open the curtains. The morning sunlight instantly flooded the bedroom, causing Liang Jia to be unable to open her eyes. She used her hand to block it.

"Yan Du An?" Liang Jia exclaimed uncertainly. Why is he here?

At this moment, Yan Duanan happened to turn his head and look at her by the window. He smiled brightly at her and raised his hand to greet her.

Liang Jia carelessly combed her hair and changed into a set of everyday attire before heading downstairs to ask a few questions. Yan Guian, just what did she mean?

"Hey, good morning. Did you sleep well yesterday? " Yan Du An had been directing the moving workers, but when he saw Liang Jia walk over, he ran over to greet her.

"Good morning." Liang Jia crossed her arms over her chest, her sleepy eyes still drowsy, her skin white and transparent, her long hair loosely tracing the lines of her neck and hanging down to her waist. Her voice slightly puzzled. "You, what are you doing?"

Yan Duan An's lips curled up into a handsome smile. He waved his hand and pointed to a neighboring villa. With a relaxed tone, he said, "I will live here from now on."

Ignoring Liang Jia's stupefied expression, he bowed to her in an extremely gentlemanly manner. "We'll be neighbors from now on. I hope that you can give me some pointers, please."

Liang Jia was rendered speechless by his actions. She could only deal with him as she pleased, but her heart was a mess.

No matter how she looked at it, buying a villa next to his house didn't seem like a coincidence. Ever since their encounter in Maldives, she had seen him almost every day. It was obvious that he was here for her.

"Then get busy." Finished speaking, Liang Jia did not wait for Yan Du's response and quickly walked away. "Clang —" She closed the door as if she were dodging something.

A tinge of gloom appeared in Yan Duuan's eyes as he looked deeply in the direction that Liang Jia had left in.

Liang Jia pressed a finger to her heart. She didn't know where Yan Dian found out their address, nor did she know why he was here buying a house. Could it be that he still hadn't given up on her?

Thinking of Zhou Xing Chen's return and seeing his new neighbor, Yan Du, and An Liang, Jia Yue felt a headache coming on.

However, what was coming still had to come.

That night, Liang Jia was dressed gently and elegantly. She laid out some food on the long table, waiting for Zhou Weiqing to return from work to eat together with her. Just as she was about to mix in the wine and the delicate wine bottle, the door opened.

Zhou Xing Chen walked into the room, carrying the wind and rain with him. He had a gloomy expression on his face, and the air around him had become several degrees lower.

Liang Jia gracefully poured a cup of wine and placed it in front of him. She gently and gently asked, "Did you see that?"

Zhou Xing Chen's frown deepened as he thought to himself. Hearing this name, he began to feel uneasy.

Seeing his reaction, Liang Jia knew she had guessed right. She walked up to Zhou Weiqing and held his hand, squatting down on his knees. With a gentle and pleasant expression, she said, "Don't worry. If you don't like him, just pretend he doesn't exist."

Half of the fire in Zhou Xing Chen's heart was extinguished by Liang Jia's passionate gaze. He held Liang Jia up and made her sit on his lap, saying in a low voice, "But, he … he …!"

Liang Jia said with a stern expression, "But, I have no interest in him at all."

Zhou Xing Chen was slightly relieved, but he was still worried. After a moment of thought, he said, "You're coming with me to work tomorrow."

It was a statement, with an unquestionable tone.

"Huh?" Liang Jia froze.

"Mm. As my secretary," Zhou Xing Chen said as he stared at Liang Jia, "This matter is beyond discussion."