When Ji Qiuhan came out of the office, he unexpectedly saw Jiang Zhan waiting across the street.

They haven't seen each other for almost a month now.

Not far away, across a bustling street, Jiang Zhan was leaning against a car door, lighting a cigarette. The outline of his tall and sharp figure under his well-tailored windbreaker caught the attention of passing girls, who couldn't help but glance back frequently.

A breeze blew by, causing Jiang Zhan to tuck his hair behind his ear. He looked up and caught sight of Ji Qiuhan opposite him, her furrowed brow finally easing slightly.

Ji Qiuhan's car is still being repaired since it broke down, so he has to walk to the other side to catch the subway in order to go home. His spotless leather shoes changed direction and then changed back. Why should he be the one to avoid?

He took off his police uniform jacket and draped it over his arm as he strode across the street.

"Ah... Where are you going?"

Ignoring the calls from behind, he strides forward confidently:

"Go home."

"Come, I'll walk you home."

As he continued to walk forward, Jiang Zhan suddenly grabbed him, causing wrinkles to appear on his sky blue shirt sleeves.

Ji Qiuhuan furrowed his brows and said coldly: "..."

"Stay away from me, I can't smell the scent of smoke."

Jiang Zhan wasn't angry either, muttering, "Alright, alright, I won't argue anymore." After saying that, he pushed against Ji Qiuhan's waist and got into his own black Bentley.

In fact, Jiang Zhan rarely drove by himself.

"What do you want to eat?"

The temperature outside was low, but the temperature inside the car was just right. Ji Qiuhan was still pondering about how he had been easily pushed into the car as he turned his head to look out the window.

"I don't feel like eating anything."

Jiang Zhan frowned and made a clicking sound with his tongue. As he waited for the traffic light to change, he turned his head to scrutinize the face of his long-lost lover.

Ji Qiuhao's skin is very fair, and it is a kind of white that is extremely cold. To what extent? It is probably like a delicate and icy porcelain bottle that has been locked in a glass cabinet all year round, emitting a cold, bluish-white light all over the body.

And now, the originally sparse jawline has become even thinner, with dark circles under the eyes. The whole person appears even paler than paper, with a very poor complexion.

Jiang Zhan's anger that had been suppressed all the way was ignited by that single glance.

Why does your face look so bad? Did you just ignore everything I said before I left? Is this how you take care of yourself?

In the face of Jiang Zhan's questioning, Ji Qiuhuan showed no fear and coldly responded, "How I take care of myself is my own business. There's no need for President Jiang to worry."

He felt a surge of stifling frustration, but Jiang Zhan suppressed an even greater anger. After a long while, Jiang Zhan took a deep breath and endured it.

"...Be good, let's not talk about this tonight. How about going to Pingnan Restaurant to have porridge? The fish slice porridge that you like."

"I have no appetite."

Ji Qiuhuan rebutted and then added in a cold voice, "I want to go home. If you don't take me home, leave me here and I'll go on my own."

Jiang Zhan remained silent with a grave expression on his face. He glanced at Ji Qiuhan, unable to conceal the fatigue that was evident on his face, and ultimately followed his lead by heading towards the Third Ring Road.

A black Bentley drove into a medium to high-end residential complex.

As soon as they got out of the car, Jiqiuhan didn't show any intention of inviting the person upstairs. He turned around and left, while Jiang Zhan parked the car and leisurely followed him.

A 160-square-meter three-bedroom apartment, tastefully decorated yet devoid of warmth, was his consistent style.

Just as I closed the door, I heard a loud bang as the door outside slammed shut, followed by a series of profane insults exchanged between a man and a woman. Then, the sound of high heels stomping heavily as if breaking through the floor gradually faded away.

Why is the sound insulation of the house here so terrible? Jiang Zhan's brows, already furrowed since going up the stairs, furrowed even deeper now.

"I told you earlier to move to Yunjian, it's close to your workplace and quiet. Why do you insist on living here? You sleep so lightly, how can you sleep well?"

Ji Qiuhan ignored it and hung his police uniform jacket on the hanger to put on slippers. "If you want to go, go ahead. I'm quite comfortable sleeping here."

Do dark circles become a national treasure if one sleeps well?

Jiang Zhan didn't want to dwell on this issue. He rolled up his sleeves and opened the refrigerator. He rarely cooked, but compared to his helpless lover beside him, Young Master Jiang had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you," he said.

However, what came into view was empty and pristine, without a speck of dust.

Oh, and there are also four cans of beer and two bottles of mineral water.

Ji Qiuhan threw a box of self-heating rice at him from the cabinet. "This is all there is. Eat it if you want, or don't. I'm going to take a shower, and I still haven't finished writing my work report."

Jiang Zhan's face turned even worse as he held the takeaway in his hand.

"Ji Qiuhan!"

Jiang Zhan rushed into the bedroom and grabbed Jiqiuhan's wrist. His voice came out through clenched teeth:

"You're going to feed me this every day?"

Ji Qiuhan was just halfway through changing into his home clothes when, at this moment, he was still bare-chested. Instantly, his face turned red and he became anxious, saying, "What are you doing?! Let go! What does my eating have to do with you?!"

Jiang Zhan stared at him, suddenly smiled, but it was more like a furious grinding of his teeth.

"What does it have to do with me? You're saying what does it have to do with me! Have I been spoiling you too much recently? Spoiled you to the point where you don't even know your own last name, huh?"

When Jiang Zhan's aura was released, even Ji Qiuhuan couldn't help but feel a sudden tremor in his heart. However, he retorted without hesitation, "I know my surname is Ji, there's no need for you to remind me!"

"Fine, I can see that you're asking for trouble!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhan no longer wasted words and directly grabbed his wrist, throwing him onto the bed.

Although it is not certain that Ji Qiuhuan can be considered Jiang Zhan's opponent even when he is in full blood state, at least he would be able to withstand a couple of moves. However, in this situation, he was like a doll, completely powerless to fight back.

During this period of time, he had been mentally and physically exhausted from tirelessly investigating the cross-provincial child trafficking case. In addition, his arm was injured during the final arrest in the evening. At this moment, he was suddenly grabbed at the injured spot and couldn't help but let out a stifled groan, "Ugh...!"

The person behind him relaxed his strength in the next moment.

Ji Qiuhan did not notice, he almost got a hit on the bed, and his eyes were seeing stars. He wanted to ask Jiang Zhan by what authority he taught him a lesson and what exactly their relationship was. However, the pain from his injured arm shot straight to his brain, as if it was drilling out from the seams of his bones. Ji Qiuhan only felt a wave of weakness.

Who knew that the anticipated pain did not come.

Jiang Zhan let go of his hand, and the bed beside him sank slightly. He was embraced into a broad and warm embrace.

The light by the bedside went out, and in the darkness, Jiang Zhan's warm and powerful hand subconsciously caressed his slightly throbbing arm.

"Stop making a fuss. Look at your face, sweetheart. How about taking a nap first?"

Jiang Zhan helplessly, once again indulging in his tone, suddenly enveloped Ji Qiuhuan from all directions. His body stiffened, but after a few seconds, he relaxed again. After being mentally exhausted all day, he finally lost his guard and immersed himself in the overwhelming tenderness.

He softly said, "Okay."

Ji Qiuhuan had a deep sleep, or rather, he had not slept this well for a long time.

His strict biological clock caused him to open his eyes promptly at six-thirty, but to his surprise, Jiang Zhan was no longer by his side.

Ji Qiuh Han, feeling irritated, scooped up two handfuls of icy water and slapped it onto his cheeks. Despite having rested for the night, the person reflected in the mirror could not hide the weariness.

This cross-provincial child trafficking case is of significant importance. Higher-ups issued a military order, demanding that it be solved and the results be made public to the media within 20 days. Ji Qiuhan was appointed as the head of the operation team. During this month, he has hardly returned home and has been tirelessly devoted to the intensive and non-stop apprehension work. It has been a dual torment on his physical and mental state.

This kind of torment comes partly from his strict demands on himself in terms of his duties, and on the other hand...

The cold water dripped down onto the washbasin from the black hair on his forehead, as Officer Ji, who was usually calm and composed, for once, covered his face with both hands.

What exactly is his relationship with Jiang Zhan?

Or rather, what does he mean to Jiang Zhan? A lover who appears when he has free time, but disappears without a trace when he's busy? And as for himself, during this long month, he unexpectedly experienced this kind of anticipation for the first time... especially excruciating.

This feeling made him restless. Ji Qiuhuan wiped his face and prepared to go downstairs for a morning run.

And at this moment, in the living room, the sound of the key turning in the lock echoed. Ji Qiuh Han remained calm and composed on his face.

Sure! Here's the translation: 'Sure enough, the door opened and Jiang Zhan appeared at the doorway, carrying a takeout bag.'

Seeing him, she felt a bit surprised.

How come you woke up so early? Don't go for a run today. Have breakfast first, then go back to sleep for a while."

"Where did you get the key from?"

"From the pocket of your coat."

The takeout bag was placed on the dining table as Jiang Zhan took off his coat and walked into the kitchen. Passing by Ji Qiuhan, he could still feel the lingering coolness from the morning on the clothes.

Ji Qiuhan glanced at Pin Nan Zhai.

"You went to buy it even though I said I don't have the appetite..."

"Alright, enough already. Stop messing around," Jiang Zhan said half-jokingly and half-threateningly. He took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen. Ji Qiuh

"Do you have no sense of propriety? Are you even going to use that stomach of yours anymore?!"

Jiang Zhan snatched the mineral water from his hand. The icy coldness of the bottle compelled him to rub his hands together with excitement. "Come over and have a meal first, I'll pour you a hot cup."

Ji Qiuhan remained motionless, while Jiang Zhan squinted his eyes.

"Come and eat, or should I settle the bill with you right now?"

Being threatened by someone is truly face-losing, especially when this threat makes Ji Qiuhan feel deep inside that it's best not to resist.

Ji Qiuhan awkwardly avoided the passionate gaze of his lover and made his way towards the dining table. "Hurry up and eat. After we finish, I still have to go to work, or I'll be late."

Jiang Zhan took out the fish slice porridge and said calmly, "Take your time to eat. I have already requested leave for you."

Sure! Here's the translation: "Sure enough, Ji Qiuhuan burst out like a lit firework: 'Taking leave? Who gave you the right to take leave for me?! I have an important work report to make today!'"

"Can't the report be filed without you? Are you the only one in your team? I refuse to believe that the Public Security Bureau would come to a halt without you for even a day."

"Jiang Zhan! What gives you the right to make decisions for me!"

The chopsticks made a "pop" sound as they hit the dining table.

Jiang Zhan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Just because I asked you to finish this meal first, can you do it?"

The atmosphere during the meal was rather suppressive, to say the least. However, after devouring a bowl of delicious fish slice porridge, Ji Qiuhuan felt that his stomach, which had been tormented for quite some time, had finally warmed up. In the middle of it all, Jiang Zhan's phone rang twice. He furrowed his brows and said a few "Mhm, mhm," before hanging up.

After finishing the meal, Ji Qiuhuan changed his clothes and headed towards the door. Jiang Zhan grabbed him from behind and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the office."

Ji Qiuhan reached out to grab the police uniform jacket hanging on the hanger, but someone firmly pressed it down before he could.

"Stop pretending, aren't you trying to provoke me? Let's settle the score."