When Yu Jingrong went back home, all she could think about was what kind of Li Chengyun would be waiting for her when she got there.
She glanced at Aqi, his stern, wooden face revealing his dissatisfaction with her. Even his subordinates and fans were unhappy with her. No doubt, Li Chengyun would be in a worse state of mind.
Okay, it was her fault tonight.
She had promised to go see him and even asked him to order more dishes, only to abandon him. So, no matter what his reaction was, she was ready to bear it silently. If he yelled at her, assaulted her, she would endure it all without complaints.
By the time she got back to the villa, it was late. Yu Jingrong opened the door ever so gently, trying her best not to make a sound.
There were lights on in the living room. Li Chengyun was sitting on the sofa. He was not the cold, cruel, and furious man she had imagined. Instead, he was lounging about lazily, dressed in white leisurewear.
