***
Lin Na was both angry and jealous.
She simply couldn't understand how a woman like Mai Xiaomai, born into a humble family and not as good-looking as herself, and also involved in the disgusting occupation of a forensic doctor, could be so liked by Feng Qinglang.
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
*
After leaving the Yafeng Clubhouse, Qiao Chutian quickly drove back to the vacation house by the sea.
The soft light on inside the house gave him a warm sense of belonging under the night sky.
He stopped the car, eager to push the door open and walk in. He looked around the first floor and then headed straight upstairs.
The bedroom door was open, without any noise coming from it.
He walked in and saw Mai Xiaomai, cuddling his gray-black comforter, holding a book in her hand, leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed, apparently asleep.
The gentle light of the bedside lamp was falling on her face like water, accentuating her peaceful beauty.
