Zhou Yunchen went upstairs, Chen Ming glanced at Song Jia, "It’s late, you should go up and sleep."

Song Jia stared at him for a while, then sat on the sofa and changed the channel with the remote.

Chen Ming spoke hoarsely: "I’m leaving." As he said this, his throat felt tight.

Song Jia looked up and suddenly asked, "Can you cook noodles?"

Chen Ming frowned, "Noodles? You want to eat?"

"I’m hungry," she said, sounding strong-willed.

Chen Ming was somewhat speechless; he was indeed quite tired, but when a girl leaned on the sofa and told him she was hungry, almost in a spoiled (though somewhat demanding) tone, he found it hard to say no.

So he asked calmly: "Is there any food in the kitchen?"

"There should be, but I haven’t checked." She still had that strong-willed demeanor.

Chen Ming sighed, took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and resignedly headed to the kitchen.

Song Jia poked her head to look for a moment, then sat back down to watch TV.

Upstairs, Zhou Yunchen stretched lazily, sat on the edge of the bed. Shen Congwen was at the head of the bed playing games, so he snatched the phone from her hand and said, a bit speechlessly, "Playing games this late? You’ve really learned bad habits from Anxi."

Shen Congwen smiled, glancing in the direction of the door: "By the way, Beauty is back?"

Zhou Yunchen unbuttoned two buttons and walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of wine, took a sip and said, "Chen Ming is also here. The car hasn’t left yet, I wonder what they’re discussing?"

Shen Congwen rested his hands behind his head: "Do they have chemistry?"

"Just a coincidence, I guess." Zhou Yunchen shook his head, "I don’t think Beauty has any interest, but who knows what might happen later."

After speaking, he downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp.

Shen Congwen frowned: "Drinking so late?"

"Just wanted a drink." Zhou Yunchen smiled, leaning there, his smile was captivating: "Besides, we have kids now, can’t I at least have a glass of red wine?"

He then leaned over affectionately, touching her nose: "Alright, I’m going to shower now, no playing on your phone, or I’ll... make you regret it."

Familiar with his ways and having experienced them before, Shen Congwen didn’t dare defy him, and nodded obediently.

Zhou Yunchen caressed her face; after drinking a little, he might do something less polished.

A moment later, he said hoarsely: "I’m really going to shower."

Shen Congwen responded with a hum, watching him head to the bathroom...

After a while, she felt a bit hungry, and having been teased by Zhou Yunchen, she almost forgot Chen Ming was still around, so she got out of bed and headed downstairs...

But halfway down, she turned back.

Because Chen Ming was serving their family’s little Yun Dodo, eating noodles.

In the hall, only one soft lamp was on. Song Jia was sitting at the dining table waiting, as Chen Ming brought over a bowl of noodles and placed it in front of her, then made himself a bowl.

After sitting down, he looked at her: "Why aren’t you eating? Don’t like it or think it’s too plain?"

He had made mushroom chicken noodles, which smelled pretty nice.

Song Jia silently looked at the noodles for a while before saying: "I don’t eat mushrooms."

Chen Ming took a few hearty bites of his own, then looked up after hearing her: "Don’t eat this? Picky eater, huh."

After that, he took her chopsticks and patiently picked out the mushrooms piece by piece. He was very focused while doing this, and Song Jia looked at his lowered eyes, and lightly coughed: "You can cook?"

"I can cook a little bit," Chen Ming casually chuckled. "My dad passed away early, and my mom had to work, so I started cooking for myself when I was ten."

After speaking, he handed the bowl of noodles back to her.

Song Jia accepted it, and after taking a small bite, found the taste acceptable.

Suddenly, Chen Ming reached over, causing her to instinctively back away: "What are you doing?"

"Your hair," Chen Ming smiled faintly: "Isn’t it hot having it down."

Song Jia gave him a look, found something to tie her hair, and then sat back down to eat her noodles.

Right then, Chen Ming regretted it; she was already dressed lightly and tying up her hair just made her look even cooler, and she was very fair-skinned, with a delicate white complexion... He didn’t dare look, burying his head and eating noodles.

Since Chen Ming went on missions often, he was used to quickly finishing meals wherever he was, so he soon finished his noodles, wiped his lips, and looked at Song Jia: "I’m leaving."

But as soon as he moved, a hand pressed against his arm: "Wait."

Chen Ming looked at her: "What’s up? Something else?"

He really was all straightforwardness, because after confirming there was no possibility, he didn’t hold out hope anymore. She wanted noodles, and he obliged by cooking them for her. Now he was dead tired.

Song Jia glanced at him, and softly said: "In a month, I’m heading abroad for a film shoot."

"Oh, international film, huh." Chen Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff: "I don’t really get those things."

Song Jia lowered her head to eat noodles again, but one hand remained unmoved. Chen Ming glanced over without saying anything.

A moment later she bowed her head, "Filming is just for earning money, same as working."

Chen Ming nodded again, quite agreeing: "Yes. It’s also work."

His body seemed like it wanted to leave, but Song Jia held him back and gently said, "The sofa is quite spacious."

Chen Ming was surprised.

Was she asking him to stay the night?

At this moment, Song Jia lowered her head to eat her noodles, but her hand was moved away, and Chen Ming said nothing, just sat beside her, smoking...

After Song Jia finished eating, he cleared the bowls, washed them, and returned: "I should go, I have a task at eight tomorrow morning."

"Stay with me." Song Jia grabbed his arm.

Chen Ming was bewildered.

After a long time, he uncertainly said, "You want me to stay with you?"

After a while, he said bluntly, "Isn’t it inconvenient? It’s late."

Song Jia frowned: "What are you thinking? I just want to have a drink, but there’s no one to accompany me."

Chen Ming suddenly realized, smiled, and extinguished his cigarette: "You should find someone to keep you company."

Saying this, he moved her hand away, "I have tasks tomorrow, so I can’t stay."

He wasn’t daring enough to stay, what if he ended up losing himself?

He had nothing, didn’t meet her requirements, no possibility, no need for ambiguity.

As Chen Ming walked out, he still felt somewhat proud, feeling his self-control was strong.

Actually, he knew, after drinking, something might happen, but he didn’t want that, last time was accidental and he wanted to take responsibility, this time... there was no need, even though it was very tempting for him.

Hmm, a real man can withstand temptation.

Chen Ming just left like that, but Song Jia called out to him.

She slowly walked over, hugged him from behind, rested her face on his back: "Am I not worth your staying the night?"

Chen Ming’s voice tightened: "You want to be with me?"

Song Jia said nothing, just rested her face against his back, murmuring softly: "I have brothers, but they are always someone else’s husband, Chen Ming, I just want someone who can belong to me, who can stay with me,"

Chen Ming sighed, turned around, and held her shoulders, lowered his head to ask her: "Are you willing to be responsible?"

Song Jia looked up at him, wanting to move closer, but Chen Ming’s face turned aside, he said lightly, "I am a conservative man, don’t like those things."

She looked at him.

He continued: "I have a matchmaking meeting in a few days, what if it works out... I will feel guilty."

Song Jia’s face changed, grinding her teeth: "Chen Ming, are you being too much?"

Chen Ming held her hand, "Don’t hit people easily."

His voice was slightly hoarse: "I’m not what you want, since we’re not together, there’s no need for anything to happen, you might not care, but I can’t let go."

He would spend a lot of time forgetting, pretending not to care.

Emotions are inherently unfair, he didn’t want to pay for a moment’s pleasure, besides, he was going to find a wife, it’s unfair to the future wife.

Chen Ming walked away with determination, his silhouette disappearing into the night, soon he got into a car and drove away.

Song Jia stood there watching, biting her lip...

Shen Congwen heard the sound of the car and finally came downstairs, looked at Song Jia, and smiled: "Not willing? Have you fallen for him?"

Song Jia said angrily, "No."

Shen Congwen poured himself a glass of water, then smiled: "If not, why are you so angry? Oh, by the way, Chen Ming is an honest man, I think if you just say you’re willing, he’d probably take you home immediately. How about it, not considering it?"

Song Jia glared at him, angrily sitting on the sofa.

Shen Congwen went to the kitchen, and then found something good—

It turned out to be the noodles Chen Ming made, and there was an extra portion.

Smells so good.

Shen Congwen immediately filled a bowl, carried it to the living room, ready to eat, Zhou Yunchen came downstairs, smelled the aroma and immediately said: "Such fragrant noodles?"

He was about to grab a bite.

Shen Congwen obviously wouldn’t allow it, "It was made by Chen Ming. You can call him to make some for you."

Zhou Yunchen struggled for a while and only managed to eat one bite, then turned his head to look at Song Jia: "Why are you looking so angry, couldn’t keep him?"

Song Jia, furious, threw a cushion over.

The brother just crossed his arms and laughed: "You wouldn’t agree to being together, just want company, of course, he’s going to stay pure."

Song Jia said angrily: "Stop saying that."

She was infuriated, she didn’t mean anything like that, she just wanted to have a drink, chat a little.