Mu Wan also felt the heat from that moment. Her hands clenched into fists, her entire body flushed like a ripe shrimp. This was her first serious relationship, and she couldn’t handle the intimacy calmly.

She stole a quick glance at Kuang Ye’s lower body, wondering if he had hurt himself because he seems to be in pain. But to her shock, his casual work pants were being pushed up by a huge bulge.

“!!”

She felt it was time to leave. Grabbing the qipao bag beside her, she hurried to open the door.

“It’s already very late. You should rest early and see you tomorrow.”

But before she could leave, a hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back.

“Jiejie, don’t want the hints anymore?”

Mu Wan caught a glimpse of Kuang Ye, still grinning but he couldn’t hide his pained expression. She realized that his earlier reaction had probably been quite painful because of his erection. Her anxiety calmed down significantly, and she couldn’t help but quietly mutter, “You’re so bad at this and still love to play.”

Kuang Ye’s eyes flashed dangerously. He grabbed her head with his other hand and tilted her face toward him, his thumb gently brushing her flushed lips. His tone became playful.

“I’m bad at this?”

Mu Wan, still feeling the slight numbness in her tongue, remained silent.

She hurriedly pushed his hand away, trying to cover her embarrassment by adjusting her clothes.

“I’ve already given the reward, now tell me the hint!”

Kuang Ye took a deep breath, worried that he might lose control, and let go of her. He even helped tidy her slightly messy hair.

“The hint is June 16, five years ago, at Hu City No. 1 High School. That’s where we met for the second time.”

Mu Wan was completely puzzled.

“Five years ago? Hu City No. 1 High School?”

Hu City No. 1 High School was the best high school in S City, ranked in the top ten nationally. Mu Wan, Kuang Xingran, and Kuang Shuyu had all attended this school. But she couldn’t remember meeting Kuang Ye back in high school…

—

By the time Mu Wan returned to her apartment, she was still thinking about this question.

Five years ago? She was eighteen, and June was the time right after high school graduation…

She wracked her brain but couldn’t figure it out. Eventually, she gave up, deciding to leave it alone. She would deal with it later. Worst case, she’d just let Kuang Ye handle it.

Mu Wan touched her lips, recalling the assertive way he had taken control earlier. Her face turned crimson, and she rolled around in bed, still feeling the lingering sensation.

—

Soon, it was Wang Lan’s birthday. Unlike Yuan Weiwei’s, Wang Lan didn’t like noise, so she didn’t make a big fuss. Instead, she invited close relatives over for a family meal.

When Mu Wan presented the qipao she had made with her own hands, Wang Lan, her two aunts, and her younger aunt were all surprised.

“Wan wan, did you really make this yourself?”

The qipao was an elegant light blue color, with the neckline and hem embroidered with several delicate orchids using Su embroidery techniques. The buttons were traditional auspicious cloud knots, finely crafted and with a graceful style. If Mu Wan hadn’t mentioned that she made it herself, Wang Lan would have had no doubt that it was made by one of the best qipao artisans in S City.

Mu Wan raised her head proudly. “Of course I made it. I even embroidered the character ‘Lan’ on the label, and Ah Ye took some photos too.”

At the right moment, Kuang Ye handed over his phone. Mu Wan skillfully unlocked it and opened the photo album, showing Wang Lan the pictures of her learning to make the qipao from Master Su.

Wang Lan wasn’t doubting her; she was just expressing her surprise. She hadn’t expected Mu Wan to be so serious about it. Just as she was about to say there was no need to look at the photos, she noticed the easy, natural way Mu Wan and Kuang Ye interacted. A smile flashed in her eyes. “You two learned together?”

Mu Wan nodded.

Wang Lan’s smile deepened. In the adult world, time was more important than gifts or money, especially in high society, where every family had their share of wealth.

At that moment, Kuang Ye took out his own gift—a set of jade jewelry. Its transparency under the light suggested it was worth millions.

“Aunt, Wan wan gave you a qipao, and I don’t have anything special to give, so I picked some jewelry to match the qipao. I wish you eternal youth.”

Wang Lan’s smile grew even deeper. “Matching jewelry for the qipao?” she thought, but noticed that the gift was tied to Mu Wan, showing a thoughtful connection.

“Good, I really like it.”

“Let me introduce you to Wan wan’s aunt and little aunt…”

Afterward, Wang Lan led Mu Wan and Kuang Ye around to meet Mu Wan’s relatives. Kuang Ye behaved neither arrogantly nor humbly, polite and modest. The relatives nodded in satisfaction. They may have heard rumors about him, but they trusted their own eyes.

Before coming to Mu Wan’s home, Kuang Ye had been nervous, knowing he would meet her family. He was aware of his reputation, and had braced himself for any challenges. But to his surprise, nothing unpleasant happened, and he felt a warmth in his heart. Wan wan was wonderful, and her family was wonderful too.

The more Wang Lan looked at the qipao Mu Wan made, the more she liked it. She was eager to try it on, so she called Mu Wan upstairs to change.

Kuang Ye sat on the couch waiting.

Suddenly, a teenager of about seventeen or eighteen quietly approached him. Just as Kuang Ye thought the red-haired boy was about to provoke him, the boy plopped down beside him. His tone was excited.

“Wild God, you’re really my cousin’s fiancé?”