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Qinglan Lake is a local small attraction with lush green trees along the lakeside, and a wooden boardwalk that wraps around the lake, perfect for leisurely walks.
In the evening, the streetlights shine brightly, and the tree shadows dance in the gentle night.
The night conceals their identities well, allowing Ning Qiuxui and her boyfriend to hold hands freely without worrying about being recognized.
Ning Qiuxui’s hand was warmly held by Zhan Qingyue.
She playfully swayed her hand back and forth to express the heart that was now bounding like a runaway wild dog.
For the first time, she felt that love could be like this—no need for words, with sweetness bubbling up from her heart like a spring, spreading through every limb, making every nerve tingle with affection, even making her mind feel unclear.
Is this what it’s like to be love-struck?
“It’s been two days already,” Ning Qiuxui thought about having to go back to the film set early the day after tomorrow, leading to a separation of a month and a half, feeling unhappy, “It feels like time has been hijacked by a rocket.”
For the first time, she envied the nine-to-five workers who only had to part for eight hours a day before they could again enjoy their sweet moments together.
She was also so afraid of separation.
This realization made Zhan Qingyue feel even more content and said, “Don’t you know how to draw symbols? Make a time-stopping symbol.”
“If I had that ability, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you. I’d have already conquered the world!” Ning Qiuxui retorted.
Conquering the world?
Zhan Qingyue chuckled, then seriously corrected her logical error: “Conquering the world and being in love are two unrelated matters, with no inherent conflict. Moreover…”
Zhan Qingyue gently pinched her thumb with his, saying, “The higher you rise, the colder it gets. If you conquered the world, you’d need someone to comfort your lonely and empty heart.”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be you. If I conquered the world, I’d definitely gather all the handsome men around and make them my consorts!” Ning Qiuxui teased boldly on the edge of trouble.
Zhan Qingyue smiled coolly, his thumb subtly grazing the area where her thumb’s nail meets her skin, his voice calm, “They’d need to be fated for that.”
“……” Ning Qiuxui felt a sudden chill on her neck, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand.
Help, Mom!
I’m receiving a death threat from my almost-boyfriend, the kind that slits the throat!
Unfortunately, her mom couldn’t hear her call, and even if she did, it would be too late.
Zhan Qingyue tightened his grip, preventing her from pulling away, turned to look at her, and smiled, “If it were like this, it’d be a female-dominant palace drama. Do you think I could stand out?”
Ning Qiuxui: “……”
You even know about palace dramas!
Haha, she felt she’d be ousted within three episodes, and Zhan Qingyue would declare himself emperor.
So Ning Qiuxui shamelessly said, “Dad is the best, Dad is awesome.”
Zhan Qingyue: “……”
“Is incest so enjoyable, Mrs. Zhan?” Zhan Qingyue countered with her own words.
“No, I’m your super loyal and invincible daughter fan. Do you understand, being a daughter fan is about awe for the strong and supreme admiration for those you revere, it’s the highest honor in the fan world.” Ning Qiuxui began to flatter desperately.
Zhan Qingyue: “……”
Good, daughter fan, he made a note of it.
The next day, Jingjing came over for a visit.
As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted by Miaomiao, who leaped onto her face.
Miaomiao had been with Jingjing for a few months and remembered this cute caregiver well, barking excitedly upon seeing her.
“Miaomiao is still so cute.” Jingjing patted its dog head, saying happily.
The butler, responsible for welcoming her, smiled and said, “He’s quite mischievous. Recently, Mr. Zhan hasn’t had time to manage him, so he’s been getting even more unruly.”
“Then we can’t have that,” Jingjing said, “Don’t cause trouble, silly Miaomiao, or Mr. Zhan will make you eat a luxurious bitter melon feast. Are you scared?”
Miaomiao: “……”
It didn’t understand human language but did understand the word “bitter melon.” Upon hearing that Jingjing mentioned eating bitter melon, it first looked around cautiously.
Seeing no sign of Zhan Qingyue, it angrily tapped Jingjing’s leg with its front paw to show its refusal.
Jingjing was amused by its reaction and patted its head with a smile: “Okay, okay, I won’t say it. Miaomiao is the cutest dog in the world.”
“Let’s go,” the butler said, “Please, come in.”
Jingjing followed the butler into the hall, but the hosts, including Mr. Zhan, were not present at the moment.
However, on the sofa in the living room sat a familiar figure.
“You’re here too?”
Jingjing was surprised to see Zhou Yang there as well.
She hadn’t expected Miss Ning to not inform her in advance.
Jingjing had originally planned to return a gift to Zhou Yang since he had given her a set of cosmetics and didn’t accept any payment.
She had bought a gift of similar value for him.
Had she known he would be here, she could have brought it along to avoid having to meet him separately next time.
Zhou Yang, who initially intended to greet her warmly, withdrew his words and coldly said, “Am I not welcome?”
Jingjing rolled her eyes silently and said, “I didn’t say anything. If you’ve come to your own conclusions, don’t blame me.”
Zhou Yang: “……”
“Where are Miss Ning and the others?” Jingjing asked the butler.
“They might be a bit occupied right now. Please wait here with Mr. Zhou, and I’ll go check on them,” the butler said, then left the living room, taking Miaomiao with him.
Jingjing: “……”
Couldn’t she at least pet Miaomiao to ease the awkwardness?
She had no choice but to sit at a distance from Zhou Yang and take out her phone to message Ning Qiuxui.
[Jingjing: Boohoo, Miss Ning, where are you? Zhou Yang and I are sitting in the same living room. If you don’t show up soon, we might end up fighting. Boohoo!]
[Miss Ning: …… Are you two seeking revenge for a murdered father or for a green hat?]
[Jingjing: Huh? No, why do you say that?]
[Miss Ning: (smiling) I feel like hitting someone.]
[Jingjing: QAQ What did I do wrong? I’ll change!]
Ning Qiuxui: “……”
Ning Qiuxui, who intentionally stayed upstairs, was almost in tears upon seeing Jingjing’s messages.
She had originally planned to have them meet and openly discuss things so Jingjing would clearly understand that Zhou Yang liked her and wanted to pursue her.
Otherwise, if you just harbor secret thoughts and play a guessing game with someone, by the time you figure it out, that person might have already moved on.
But Zhou Yang, being so reserved, is worried that Jingjing might have a poor impression of him.
If he were to be explicit about his feelings, it would not have a good effect; it might even make things more awkward, and they might not even remain friends.
However, judging by their current situation, it seems they are at the level of ordinary friends.
Ning Qiuxui nudged Zhan Qingyue with her foot: “What’s wrong with your assistant? The person is right in front of him, can’t he even initiate a conversation?”
Zhan Qingyue thought for a moment and said, “He should be able to.”
In the living room:
Zhou Yang, frustrated with himself for losing control of his mouth again, decided to delete the unpleasant response and start over.
He said, “Miss Ning asked me to come over for dinner.”
“Huh?” Jingjing, who had been chatting with Ning Qiuxui, was momentarily taken aback by his sudden response.
“To answer your earlier question,” Zhou Yang briefly explained.
“Oh,” Jingjing nodded, wondering why he seemed… strange.
Could it be because he’s highly educated, so his thought process is different from hers?
“Has Zheng Wei continued to harass you?” As a high achiever, Zhou Yang quickly found a new topic to discuss.
Jingjing said, “He added me on WeChat twice after that, but I didn’t respond.”
Zheng Wei was quite amusing; he used to ignore Jingjing but now, for some reason, he’s been pestering her with WeChat requests to apologize.
It’s unclear what’s going on in his head to make him act so oddly.
“Hmm,” Zhou Yang nodded, “If he bothers you again, give me a call.”
“It shouldn’t be necessary; our neighborhood is quite large, and we don’t usually run into each other.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
“Okay.”
……
The two of them continued their somewhat awkward conversation until Ning Qiuxui came down from upstairs. Jingjing was so relieved she almost cried.
She rushed over and took Ning Qiuxui’s arm: “Miss Ning, you look absolutely stunning today, with a radiant fairy-like glow that lights up my fragile heart.”
Ning Qiuxui: “……”
In the end, Ning Qiuxui’s carefully planned dinner meeting was disappointing.
There was no spark between the two, and no sign of love.
A face of indifference.
However, Old master Zhan, who hadn’t seen Jingjing for a long time, was very happy to see her.
As he got older, he enjoyed chatting with sweet-talking young women like Jingjing, and he was all smiles until dinner was over and he reluctantly let her go.
That evening:
Ning Qiuxui took a shower and wearily packed her things.
She had to head to the film set early the next morning for a shoot.
This separation was even more difficult than the last time Zhan Qingyue visited her on set.
She had just finished tidying up and was looking for an excuse to sneak into Zhan Qingyue’s room when she heard a knock on the door.
Ning Qiuxui opened it and, unsurprisingly, saw Zhan Qingyue standing at the doorway.
“Still not resting?” Zhan Qingyue asked.
“Almost.”
Perhaps because their relationship had become more defined, Ning Qiuxui now felt unusually shy when she saw him.
Her face betrayed her emotions, and she couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him.
She even felt overwhelmed by the potent aura of hormones emanating from him, making her feel dizzy as he came closer.
Oh, is this what they mean by a moving aura of hormones in novels?
“Is there something you need?” Ning Qiuxui, not knowing where to put her eyes, looked around aimlessly and asked.
“I remember someone telling me that if I could carry her in a princess carry, I’d be allowed to make our relationship official.”
“Eh, you can now… ah, hey!”
Before Ning Qiuxui could finish her sentence, Zhan Qingyue lifted her off the ground in a princess carry.
Due to his own physical condition, it was a bit taxing for him to carry her, but he still carefully carried her to the edge of the bed and set her down.
Ning Qiuxui, her heart racing either from the shock of being carried or for another reason, felt her heartbeat pounding at its peak speed.
Zhan Qingyue set her down and asked, “Have I passed the test, Miss Ning?”
Ning Qiuxui, blushing, nodded.
“Then…” Zhan Qingyue took her hand, lightly kissed it, and said, “Miss Ning Qiuxui, I like you. Will you be with me?”
“Yes, I will.” Ning Qiuxui wrapped her arms around his neck, happily saying, “Mr. Zhan, from now on, you’re mine.”
Zhan Qingyue smiled gently, lowered his head, and kissed her.
This kiss was more passionate than any before, with Zhan Qingyue’s kissing skills visibly improved.
The experience was both psychologically and physically pleasurable, and she was immersed in the sensation.
“Good night, Qiuxui.” Just when Ning Qiuhui thought something more would happen between them, Zhan Qingyue stood up, patted her head, and said with a low laugh, “Go to sleep quickly, or your assistant will get angry again tomorrow.”
Ning Qiuxui: “???”
This isn’t right! This isn’t how the story goes!
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