497 The Secret About the Past 115 (1/2)

When Ling Ciye was going about his usual practice of having breakfast after waking up, he was greeted with the sight of Jin Qingyue sitting by the table dressed in a white, translucent dress. Due to the sheer fabric of the dress, with just one glance, he could see clearly the lingerie she was wearing beneath.

He remembered that she had worn the exact same dress the previous night, though the material was not as thin before.

”Good morning.”

”You… you're planning to wear this dress out today?” Ling Ciye asked, appearing a little ill at ease.

Jin Qingyue smiled and answered, ”Why would I do that… I'll only ever wear this dress in front of you, never in front of anyone else.”

There were initially two layers of fabric to the dress with the inner layer serving as a shield to prevent light from penetrating through and causing it to become too see-through. However, she removed the inner layer, leaving behind only the thin, outer layer.

It was rather cooling, though.

Ling Ciye did not object to her decision since there was no one else in the house except them.

After they were done with breakfast, he frantically cocked his head toward the side at the instant that she stood up.

Jin Qingyue giggled and proceeded to bring the empty dishes and crockery to the kitchen.

Ling Ciye felt his face burning and blushing red with shyness, his throat becoming dry and parched all of a sudden.

Ring… Ring…

He looked through the peephole to find that it was Song Yan.

Ling Ciye was displeased to see her for he was utterly sick and tired of breaking up and reconciling. Fed up with her overbearing habit of repeatedly looking him up again after breaking up, he decided not to open the door.

Jin Qingyue came out of the kitchen to find that he was standing by the door while the doorbell was ringing continuously. Just as she was about to open the door, he grabbed her hand to stop her before dragging her into the bedroom.

”It's Song Yan.”

”She must be here to look for you.”

”I don't want to see her,” said Ling Ciye, which was to the joy of Jin Qingyue.

All smiles, she draped her arms over his neck and suggested, ”Let's not open the door since you don't wish to see her. If she refuses to leave, we shall just stay home the entire day, okay?”

Ling Ciye agreed with a nod.

Jin Qingyue thought to herself that Ling Ciye must have really dreaded seeing his ex-girlfriend, Song Yan, since he would rather stay at home than show his face to her.

Song Yan stood by the door and pressed the doorbell continuously but to no avail.

She found it puzzling that no one came to answer the door since she clearly remembered seeing his car when she arrived, which meant that he was definitely at home.

Does he refuse to open because he doesn't want to see me?

She decided to persist and continue waiting for him, thinking that he would definitely come out of the house sooner or later.

She refused to believe that he would stay in all day.

Contrary to her expectations, she had still yet to see him despite having waited the entire morning.

Feeling panicky and anxious, Song Yan yelled, ”Ling Ciye, do you think I won't know that you're at home just because you refuse to come out? Open up!”

As soon as she said her piece, the door opened.

Jin Qingyue appeared at the door and asked, ”Ms. Song, may I ask why you're looking for my boyfriend?”

”Boyfriend…” Song Yan pushed her away and barged inside, only to make eye contact with Ling Ciye, who was sitting on the couch, causing her to grow speechless all of a sudden.

”What are you here for?” he asked calmly.

”May I have a word with you privately?”

”I don't think there's anything much to talk about between us. We've already said whatever there is to say to each other. Besides, we've long come to a consensus that we've broken up completely this time. Song Yan, don't you think it's silly and pointless to keep looking me up after we already broke up?”

”Will you give me five minutes of your time? Just five minutes,” she pleaded.

Ling Ciye nodded and said, ”Qingyue, go back to your room first.”

”Get her to go out of the house,” Song Yan hissed, glaring at Jin Qingyue with an icy, cold stare.

”Sure, I'll do as you say and go outside, Ms. Song. I'll be watching the time. Five minutes,” Jin Qingyue said sarcastically with a smile.