After the divorce, the stand-in ex-wife exploded in the entertainment industry!

Jiang Muqi noticed her sudden coldness and alienation.

He pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and took the initiative to explain, "If we go out to eat, the schedule is not convenient. I have a video conference later, so I asked my aunt at home to cook before coming over."

"I cook all the dishes you like."

Si Fuqing glanced at him silently, but remained silent.

Jiang Muchi's eyes darkened and he stared at her carefully for a few seconds.

As if he suddenly understood her concerns, Jiang Muqi said: "Qingqing, it was because I was impatient last time that I made such a mistake. Today I just brought you over for dinner, there is no other intention, don't worry, I will do such a thing

It won’t happen a second time.”

Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Muqi's eyes became gentler and kinder, "I promise you, you don't like to be treated like that, and I won't do it again in the future."

Si Fuqing stared at him for a few seconds and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he continued to remind him, "I made an appointment with Yao Yao to go back and study the script in the evening. I won't be able to have dinner with you here for too long."

Jiang Muqi locked the car door, "I know, I will take you back safely after dinner."

After receiving Jiang Muqi's promise, Si Fuqing finally felt relieved.

The cook in the villa was still Ma Liu. When Ma Liu saw her, her face smiled like a flower.

"Madam, you are back. You have lost a lot of weight recently. It's really heartbreaking to see you."

"Fortunately, I have cooked a lot of dishes today, including Madam's favorite Guobao Pork. I will serve it to Madam later."

At dinner time, everything on the table was Si Fuqing's favorite food.

Jiang Muqi didn't look for trouble, and the two of them had a pleasant meal.

After finishing the meal, Si Fuqing glanced at the clock on the wall unconsciously.

"Qingqing, the driver to take you home is on his way. It's still early, why don't you go upstairs and sit down?"

Jiang Muqi extended the invitation naturally and his tone was sincere.

Si Fuqing glanced at the food on the table. She had unknowingly eaten a lot tonight, and the meal was quite enjoyable.

Si Fuqing couldn't say anything if he refused.

Jiang Muqi didn't wait for her reply and went up the stairs first without any intention of embarrassment.

It's clear that you can stay or go as you like.

Si Fuqing is a person who is soft-spoken but not stubborn. The more Jiang Muqi behaves like this, the less likely she is to just turn around and leave.

Seeing the figure that was about to disappear into the study on the second floor, Si Fuqing sighed and followed her up to the second floor resignedly.

When she entered the study, Jiang Muqi was not reading or busy with official duties.

He was sitting on a sofa chair, holding a photo album in his hand.

When Si Fuqing saw the photo album, his eyes flashed quickly.

She was very familiar with that photo album. In the past, Jiang Muqi used that photo album as a treasure and no one was allowed to touch it.

Bai Xingchen hinted to her countless times that the photo album contained all the memories of Bai Qingqing and Jiang Muqi, and was also Jiang Muqi's most precious memory.

In those three years, she followed the light into the study countless times, only to see Jiang Muqi looking through this photo album alone late at night, with a gentle and deep look on his face, which was a deep love that he would never have for her.

Si Fuqing had been injured many times, and over time, that photo album became the trauma she least wanted to mention.

Si Fuqing entered the study room and sat on the sofa chair on the other side. He took a book from the table and read it, intending to avoid fighting with Jiang Muqi.

"Qingqing." Jiang Muqi suddenly handed the photo album to her, "Aren't you very curious about it?"

"It's yours, you can look through it as you like."

Si Fuqing glanced at it, and the one facing her in the photo album was a photo of Bai Qingqing and Jiang Muzhi skiing in the snowy mountains.

Bai Qingqing was wearing ski clothes, smiling happily at the camera, her brows and eyes were full of confidence.

Jiang Muqi didn't look at the camera, but looked down at the girl beside him, his expression gentle and intoxicated.

Bai Qingqing's face was indeed exactly the same as hers, except that her eyebrows were more youthful and greener than hers, but her expression was relaxed and happy as she had never seen before.

When she looked down at the photo album, Jiang Muqi watched her reaction nervously, hoping to see a trace of memory recovery in her expression.

Si Fuqing suddenly squeezed the palms of his hands, his chest felt clogged, and he felt a little unspeakably aggrieved and angry.

She stood up suddenly, turned around and left immediately without even looking at Jiang Muqi.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I have something to do. See you next time."

"Qingqing!"

Jiang Muqi stood up eagerly, but almost overturned the water glass on the table.

Jiang Muqi's pupils tightened, he quickly took away the photo album, held it tightly in his arms, and nervously checked whether the photo album was damaged.

Si Fuqing didn't want to look any further, so she walked away.

"Qingqing!"

Jiang Muqi held the photo album in one hand, stepped forward in three steps, and hugged Si Fuqing tightly from behind.

"Qingqing, don't go."

"Don't go. Since you don't want to look at the photo album, then don't look at it."

Jiang Muchi's voice was tight and he hugged her shoulders tightly.

Si Fuqing's mind was filled with that picture of harmonious atmosphere, and she forgot to resist his embrace.

Jiang Muqi rubbed her soft hair with his chin, rubbing her ears and temples together with infinite tenderness, "Qingqing... Qingqing..."

Jiang Muchi muttered in a low voice, one after another.

These low murmurs made Si Fuqing wake up from his confused and chaotic thoughts.

Si Fuqing felt deeply powerless and sighed, his voice unusually calm, "Jiang Muqi, so what if I used to be Bai Qingqing?"

"Don't say that I don't have any memory of Bai Qingqing's existence in my mind. Even if I do, so what? When I was Si Fuqing, I was deeply hurt by you. In the past three years, even if I

All the deep feelings were ruined."

"All the excitement and enthusiasm were finally wasted."

Jiang Muqi turned around and looked directly at Jiang Muqi, "Jiang Muqi, I can no longer accept you for the second time. If my heart is dead, it is dead. I can't forgive you."

"Please let me go and give me my freedom, okay?"

The light in Jiang Muqi's eyes dimmed inch by inch.

He squeezed Si Fuqing's wrist tightly, his eyes filled with intense scarlet red, "No! You can't do anything!"

"Qingqing, I've been waiting for you for so long, six years ago, six years later, so much time... You can't just let it go, I won't allow it!"

Jiang Muqi was a little paranoid, almost crazy, and stared at Si Fuqing with his scarlet eyes.

Si Fuqing's arm hurt from being held down by him, she frowned and tried to shake off his hand.

But her reaction made Jiang Muqi even more anxious.

Jiang Muqi squeezed her hard, unable to bear the fact that she was becoming increasingly out of his control and about to escape.

This intense feeling of uneasiness drove him crazy and left him breathless.

Jiang Muchi stared at her carefully for a few seconds, and finally his eyes fell on her pale pink lips.

He needed something urgently to grab onto to relieve the uneasy feeling in his chest.