The Heart-fluttering Moment of Ji Ningxue

At the police station.

"I'm fucking done with this. Can you guys stop detaining me? I have urgent matters to attend to!"

While Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue were out on their date, Xiao Chen had already been taken into the interrogation room.

The officers questioning him were at a loss—this was the first time they’d encountered a situation like this.

When they first received the emergency call, they thought it was a prank. After all, how could a shared bicycle end up on the highway?

But after checking the surveillance footage, everyone was stunned. Someone had actually been speeding on a bicycle on the highway!

Even when they went to arrest him, two police cars couldn’t catch up to him.

"Mr. Xiao Chen, are you not aware that non-motorized vehicles are prohibited on highways? And not to mention... you were... speeding!"

The officers couldn’t keep straight faces when mentioning the speeding part.

"I really have something urgent!" Xiao Chen fidgeted restlessly, feeling an odd itch on his head, as if something was about to sprout.

"You’re suspected of speeding and may face 3 to 7 days in detention, along with a fine of 5,000 yuan!"

Hearing the officers' words, Xiao Chen’s heart sank, but then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Well, it seems he had no choice but to reveal his first identity!

"I was planning to live among you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was distance. Now, I’m done pretending!"

"Time to come clean—I’m the son-in-law of the Ji family! My wife is Ji Ningxue, CEO of the Ji Corporation in Hangcheng!"

Xiao Chen spread his hands, a smirk curling at his lips.

The officers exchanged glances, frowning.

"Alright then, give us your family’s contact number. We’ll call them, and once the fine is paid, you can leave."

Though they were police officers, they were just ordinary people busy with their jobs. How would they know what the Ji family was?

Xiao Chen sighed in relief and gave them Ji Ningxue’s number.

"Mr. Xiao Chen, the call isn’t going through..."

At that moment, Ji Ningxue was immersed in a thrilling and intimate date—why would she answer Xiao Chen’s call?

"Then... try calling the Ji family’s number."

This time, it was Ji Ningxue’s mother, Zhao Li, who picked up.

The moment she heard Xiao Chen had been arrested, she flew into a rage, berating him mercilessly.

"You useless piece of trash! Embarrassing us in front of the police! How many times have I told you—never mention the Ji family when you’re out causing trouble!"

"Officers, sorry for the trouble. Just keep that good-for-nothing locked up for a few more days. Bail is out of the question..."

With that, she hung up.

The officers looked at each other, bewildered.

Xiao Chen’s face darkened. His mother-in-law had just humiliated him in front of everyone?

Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone him—Xiao Chen, the God of War! With a single command, he could summon his army of 100,000 soldiers!

Hmph, next time I do laundry, I’ll wash all her underwear. Let’s see how she copes without any...

He swallowed the humiliation.

He had to. After all, hadn’t he endured enough disgrace in the Ji family over the years?

Of course, if he wanted to leave, he had ways.

Any one of his identities—God of War, Dragon King, or Asura—would make these ordinary officers treat him with reverence. But he couldn’t expose any of them!

...

Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue spent the entire day together until evening.

After letting loose, Ji Ningxue felt lighter than she had in years. Since entering university, she’d never had this much fun, and after taking over the company, her life had become even busier.

"Whew..." A faint sheen of sweat glistened on Ji Ningxue’s forehead as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. With each breath, her alluring figure trembled slightly.

Jiang Che couldn’t tear his eyes away.

"So, where to next?" Ji Ningxue asked eagerly.

"Well... it’s getting late. Either we hit a bar, or we go home—my place—and I’ll cook you a heartfelt dinner. What do you think?"

"A bar?" Ji Ningxue frowned. Raised in a strict household, she’d never set foot in such a place.

"No way. What if I get drunk and you take advantage of me? Hmph!" She shot Jiang Che a haughty look.

"Then come home with me. I’ll whip up a feast just for you." Jiang Che raised a brow.

"You—" Ji Ningxue was speechless. Jiang Che was downright cunning!

He knew she’d never agree to the bar, so he’d given her only one real option.

"You can cook?"

Her eyes brimmed with skepticism.

In her mind, rich young masters like Jiang Che shouldn’t even know how to boil water.

Just like her—her rare attempts at cooking usually ended with the kitchen in ruins.

"Of course. My cooking... once you taste it, you’ll never forget it." A mysterious smile played on his lips.

"Oh? I’d love to see how you make it unforgettable."

...

Jiang Che had booked a presidential suite—a luxurious beachfront villa costing over 100,000 yuan a night.

Coincidentally, the hotel was part of the Zhou family’s empire in Hangcheng.

The Zhous dominated the hospitality industry, with chains spread across the entire Dragon Country.

Zhou Kai, somehow having gotten wind of Jiang Che’s stay, eagerly waived all charges—just the opportunity he needed to stay on Jiang Che’s radar.

"Wait... why are we at a hotel?"

Ji Ningxue panicked. A man and a woman alone in a hotel room... what happened next was hardly a mystery.

"Where else? Should we go to your place instead?"

Flustered, Ji Ningxue averted her gaze.

Jiang Che took her hand, and she shivered, trying to pull away—but his grip was firm.

Before she knew it, she was led into the kitchen.

Wait... is he planning to do it in the kitchen? No way... that’s too reckless!

Jiang Che sighed. What on earth was this CEO fantasizing about?

Only when he tied on an apron and picked up a spatula did Ji Ningxue realize his actual intention.

Mortified, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Jiang Che simply glanced at her before turning to prepare the ingredients.

Watching his skilled hands at work, Ji Ningxue gradually relaxed, her curiosity piqued as she observed.

Seriously? You actually know how to cook?

She was stunned. She’d assumed Jiang Che was all talk.

But his knife skills were impeccable—something only years of practice could achieve.

Soon, an irresistible aroma filled the kitchen, teasing Ji Ningxue’s senses.

Even as someone accustomed to gourmet delicacies, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.

It smelled amazing!