After the Divorce, I Unlocked a Perfect Life

Lin Qiangwei was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

"Don’t get any ideas about me for now. You can come find me when you think you’re actually useful."

With that, Lin Jiang stood up and left the office.

Lin Qiangwei remained standing where she was, showing no sign of defeat on her face.

Instead, the corners of her lips curved up. She was now intensely interested in Lin Jiang.

This feeling of being overpowered made her heart stir even more.

After leaving Berkeley, Lin Jiang drove back to Century Triumph.

Qin Yangyang had bought groceries for hot pot. They were going to have a few drinks at home tonight, so he had to get back early.

’Neither Wang Xianping nor Pan Shengli would probably ever guess that they were being played like a fiddle by Lin Qiangwei.’

He drove to the entrance of the residential complex and waited for a moment. Soon, he saw Qin Yangyang walk out carrying two bags of groceries, and Lin Jiang went over to help her.

"You bought so much."

"Your place is missing too many things, so I bought a little extra."

Qin Yangyang handed the two bags to Lin Jiang.

"You’re still missing a lot of home appliances. I’ll help you buy some more later. That’ll make it feel more like a home."

"That’s not necessary. I don’t really cook that often."

"I can cook when I come over," Qin Yangyang said matter-of-factly.

"Cook what? Food?"

"What else would I cook?"

"You guess."

Qin Yangyang paused for a second, then realized what Lin Jiang was talking about.

"Perv!"

She shot Lin Jiang a coquettish glance. "My Culinary Skill is decent, you know."

"I’ve been to your place several times, and we always get takeout."

"That’s because we were in a hurry," Qin Yangyang retorted defensively.

"Let me tell you, women have a natural talent for Culinary Skill. As long as I take some time to learn, it won’t be a problem."

"I believe that. A top student like you learns everything quickly."

"Hmph. I’ll give you that, you know what to say."

Carrying the groceries, the two of them returned to his apartment.

It was another envious day for the security guards as they watched Qin Yangyang sitting in Lin Jiang’s car.

"I just remembered something."

Qin Yangyang looked at Lin Jiang. "What’s wrong?"

"I don’t have a hot pot at my place. What do we do?"

"You don’t even have something that basic?"

"Nope, I really don’t."

"I have one at my place. Why don’t you go get it?" Qin Yangyang took out her keys and handed them to Lin Jiang.

"Okay. You head up first." Lin Jiang also gave her his keys. "The groceries are still in the car. I’ll bring them up in a bit."

"I’ll do it. It’s no problem, I’m strong enough for that. I can go up and get things ready, so we can eat as soon as you get back."

"Alright."

Because the parking spaces for the residential towers and the apartment buildings weren’t connected, he had to walk through the complex to get to her building.

First, Lin Jiang carried the groceries to the elevator. They rode up to the ground floor together, and then they parted ways.

Qin Yangyang’s home was as neat and tidy as ever. After letting himself in, Lin Jiang started a video call with her.

"Where’s the pot?"

"Go to the kitchen and open the second cabinet. There’s a small white pot inside."

Following Qin Yangyang’s instructions, Lin Jiang went to the kitchen and found the pot she mentioned.

It was about the size of three hands put together—small and elegant, just big enough for two people to share.

"That’s the one. Just bring it over," Qin Yangyang said.

"I also have red wine at my place. See if there’s a brand you like and grab a bottle."

"I’ll pick one out."

"Okay. Oh, right," Qin Yangyang said suddenly.

"Go to my bedroom and grab a nightgown for me."

"Can’t you just wear one of my T-shirts? Why do you need a nightgown?"

"Your T-shirts aren’t as comfortable as a nightgown. Just grab any one for me."

"Okay."

Lin Jiang hung up the video call, went to Qin Yangyang’s bedroom, and opened her closet.

Most of the nightgowns inside were silk. They came in all sorts of colors, but the styles were mostly similar—nothing too special.

Lin Jiang took down a light pink one that he liked, but as he was closing the door, he noticed something unusual.

At the bottom of the closet, several small boxes were lined up in a row.

Having thoroughly studied the biographies of Brother Bin and Sister Bai, Lin Jiang guessed that these boxes held more than met the eye.

He took out one of the boxes and opened it.

Inside were many small compartments, and in those compartments were all kinds of socks. Most were cotton and had cartoon patterns printed on them.

There were also a few pairs of silk ankle socks. Most interesting of all were two pairs of black, over-the-knee socks.

This kind of cutesy, girly style seemed more suited to someone with Qin Youyou’s personality.

’Could Youyou have left them here?’

He thought about it carefully but felt it was unlikely.

This was Qin Yangyang’s personal closet; logically, she probably wouldn’t keep someone else’s things in it.

’In other words, they might be hers!’

’Women really are multifaceted, buying styles like this in private.’

In the end, Lin Jiang picked out a pair, planning to have Qin Yangyang try them on.

After looking through the first box, he put it back where he found it and then opened the second one.

The contents of this one really piqued Lin Jiang’s interest.

This box didn’t have any compartments. Inside were pair after pair of silk stockings.

Qin Yangyang had once said she didn’t wear this kind of stuff. Now that she had secretly bought so many, it was very likely they were for herself.

He took some out to look at them. There were nude and black ones, as well as a few pairs with letters on them. To Lin Jiang, these were all pretty standard styles.

They were a little alluring, but not as much as he had imagined.

In the end, Lin Jiang took out the over-the-knee socks, ready to see how they’d look.

After taking out the over-the-knee socks, Lin Jiang took out the third box.

Just as he’d expected, it was filled with one pair of panties after another. He picked out a style he liked and packed it up to take back with the rest.