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Chapter 1
In the dimly lit room, the man stood beside the thick curtains. He bent down slightly and deftly put on his trousers, exposing his bare upper body to the public eye. His well-defined muscles were still striking even in the dim light.
Especially when he turned slightly to the side, the light gray trousers he had just put on completely concealed the V-line that stretched down from his waist and abdomen.
Ni Jingxi lay on the bed behind him, quietly watching him.
The bed was in a mess, her long hair draped over her shoulders, back, and scattered on the snow-white pillow.
Anyone could see what had just happened on this bed.
As the man reached for his shirt to put it on, he suddenly turned to look at Ni Jingxi on the bed and asked in a deep voice, "Who am I?"
Ni Jingxi was stunned, and opened her mouth to say, "You are, you are..."
She knew in her heart who he was, but to her surprise, when she stared at his face, she couldn't remember what he looked like at all.
The face on that mature and sexy body was completely blurry in her eyes.
Confusion and bewilderment filled my mind in an instant, and all words were stuck in my throat, unable to utter a single syllable.
Whether it was shock or something else, the thought made her tremble violently.
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Ni Jingxi suddenly opened her eyes, still feeling a lingering sense of fear. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the snow-white wall opposite her. For a few seconds, her consciousness remained in the dream she had just been in.
It is a dream, yet not a dream.
The vivid image was still etched in her mind.
It wasn't until the aged voice beside her pulled her back to reality, "What's wrong?"
The elderly woman with a full head of white hair, who had been quietly watching TV in her wheelchair, suddenly felt the person sitting next to her tremble violently. When the old woman turned her head, she saw Ni Jingxi suddenly open her eyes, her already large and bright eyes widening in an instant.
He showed no signs of being groggy from just waking up; he looked like he was having a nightmare, which was quite frightening.
Ni Jingxi blinked, glanced around, and immediately recognized where she was—the activity room of a nursing home.
No matter how busy she is every weekend, she will always find time to visit her grandmother, who lives in this nursing home.
The old lady looked at her granddaughter's appearance, reached out and took Ni Jingxi's hand, which was resting on her knee. She touched her palm and found it was covered in cold sweat. She asked, "Were you having a nightmare?"
“No.” Ni Jingxi shook her head, not wanting her to worry.
The old lady sighed inwardly. This child was just too stubborn. No matter how hard or tiring it was for her outside, she never let her know.
Ni Jingxi looked at the group of elderly people not far away and asked in a low voice, "Why isn't Grandma playing with them?"
"I'm not going. You're here to keep me company." The old lady was secretly pleased. Even though she kept saying that this place was very nice and that Ni Jingxi didn't need to come every week, she still came every time.
Even when she was so busy with work that there were only twenty minutes left before the end of her visit, she still rushed over.
The elderly people in the nursing home also have their own little circles. When talking about her daughter, everyone says she is very filial.
The old lady reached out and touched the back of her hand, saying softly, "Are you tired?"
The word suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds pressing down on her heart.
Ni Jingxi lowered her eyes slightly and gave a self-deprecating smile.
At eighteen, she single-handedly supported her grandmother, taking on a responsibility that shouldn't have been borne by a student. She never let the word "tired" come out of her mouth again.
As a result, everyone thought that Ni Jingxi was made of iron and steel and would never get tired.
Just then, the phone rang suddenly. The peaceful atmosphere of the room couldn't drown out the war-like sound of the ringing phone. For Ni Jingxi, this ringing phone meant work.
She smiled helplessly at her grandmother, got up, and went outside to answer the phone.
As she closed the door to the activity room and walked out, a few elderly women came over to chat with her grandmother. The old folks' conversations were mostly about their children or grandchildren.
Before long, an old lady began to inquire about Ni Jingxi's situation.
Grandma glanced at her; the old lady didn't look familiar, she must have just been admitted to the hospital not long ago.
Grandma then slightly raised her chin and said with a hint of pride, "My child doesn't have a boyfriend."
The old lady who asked the question was delighted. She had a grandson who was perfect in her eyes, but his standards were too high, and he never found a girlfriend. She thought this granddaughter of the old lady Yu was really beautiful, and she heard that he had a good job as a reporter.
Before she could finish her calculations, her grandmother said, "She's already married."
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At 7 p.m., a sudden gust of wind brought a torrential downpour. Shanghai's already congested roads became completely jammed. Long lines of cars stretched for kilometers on the Middle Ring Elevated Highway, their red taillights forming a continuous line that shimmered eerily against the backdrop of night and rain.
Ni Jingxi finally made it back to the company in the heavy rain. Although it was called the company, she actually worked at a newspaper.
If we're talking about the most memorable aspect of Shanghai during the 1910s, anyone who has watched a period drama from the Republican era will probably remember the newspaper boy standing on the street, waving his hands and shouting desperately.
Her workplace was a newspaper, which everyone considered a sunset industry.
Because of a problem with a manuscript, even Ni Jingxi, who was not involved, was pulled back to help deal with it. When the editor-in-chief was scolding people, he put his hands on his hips and his spittle flew through the air.
Everyone below, whether they were the team leader or the team members, remained silent, not daring to speak.
The editor-in-chief probably had enough of scolding and realized there wasn't enough time, so he told them to get back to work quickly.
Hua Zheng, who joined the team half a year later than Ni Jingxi, finally couldn't hold back after the editor-in-chief left and slammed the things in her hands with a loud bang. The young girl was too young to hide her feelings, and her expression and pout clearly showed her displeasure.
She looked up toward the editor-in-chief's office. Although the blinds were closed, she could still vaguely see the figure inside.
"Why should we have to work overtime together just because she messed up?"
Hua Zheng probably felt too stifled to keep all her grievances bottled up inside, so she had to bring them out and talk about them. She was sitting next to Ni Jingxi, and since the
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