Chapter 7 Sweet to the Heart.

Her eyes lit up, pushing the gift box in front of Qin Mo.

“Little uncle, do you eat cookies?”

Pei Que heard this, sat up straight, elbows on his legs, “You put cookies in such a precious box?”

His watery peach blossom eyes glanced at Qin Mo, “Do you think he looks like someone who would eat? Why not let Uncle Pei try.”

Qin Weizhao protected the food-like, “Dream on. This is my best friend’s special thanks to the little uncle. She started preparing yesterday afternoon. Little uncle, give it a try.”

At this, Qin Mo finally cast his gaze on the white box.

“Jiang Wansheng?” A lazy voice sounded.

He remembered this name.

“Yes.” Qin Weizhao was somewhat surprised, “Little uncle, you actually remember Jiang Wansheng’s name. She said she is very grateful to you for helping that night. Due to limited ability, she made some cookies for you as a token of gratitude.”

Suddenly, scenes from that night flashed through Qin Mo’s mind.

Moonlight poured through the window, illuminating the girl’s fair and beautiful face, a floral dress outlining her slender yet full figure.

Her eyes were as clear as a pool of water, fluttering eyelashes, a soft tone, standing in front of him with a sense of unease, like prey targeted by a fierce beast, fragile and enticing.

Seeing Qin Mo silent, Qin Weizhao thought he was not interested and strongly recommended.

“Wansheng prepared for a long time. She even brought it to our dorm last night for us to taste. These flavors are all delicious. She’s afraid you won’t like them.”

As Qin Weizhao spoke, she opened the box and set aside the top layer, “This second layer is low-sugar.”

Qin Mo withdrew his thoughts, his cold gaze lingering for a moment before speaking softly.

“I appreciate the gesture, you can have it.”

He never liked such sweet things.

Although Qin Weizhao was somewhat expecting this, she still felt aggrieved, “Wansheng spent the whole morning in the bakery, and her serious look is still trending on our campus forum.”

Pei Que lazily held a wine glass, looked for a while, then suddenly smirked, “So dedicated?”

“I don’t believe it, where are the photos, let me see.”

Pei Que had heard a bit about what happened half a month ago, but being abroad, he hadn’t had a chance to inquire.

After all, it was rare for the usually indifferent Third Master Qin to intervene and rescue a young girl.

Letting her stay at home was even rarer.

He really wanted to see what this girl looked like, that even Third Master Qin couldn’t resist?

Qin Weizhao pulled out the saved photos from today, looking proud, “How is it, beautiful, right.”

Pei Que took the phone, raised an eyebrow with a mischievous air, his tone full of implications, “No wonder, little fairy.”

He looked at Qin Mo, with an expression of “So you like this kind,” then turned the phone screen towards him.

Qin Mo ignored his teasing, looking at the girl in the photo.

Elegant and ethereal, completely focused.

The scene overlapped with the memory of that night, he calmly rolled his finger bones, then looked away.

After looking at the cookies on the table for a few seconds, amidst Qin Weizhao’s surprised gaze and Pei Que’s teasing smirk, he directly took a piece of low-sugar plain cookie and put it in his mouth.

It was soft, slightly sweet.

The sharp jawline moved slightly with the chewing action, a hint of surprise crossing the black eyes.

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?” Qin Weizhao stared straight at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo didn’t say anything but put another piece of cheese cookie in his mouth, indicating that it suited his taste.

Pei Que’s playful expression became more pronounced, making a pun, “Sweet to the heart.”

Qin Mo swallowed the piece in his mouth and jokingly scolded, “Get lost.”

After the initial surprise, Qin Weizhao was left with joy and pride.

She always said that her sister’s looks and skills were unbeatable.

…

After eating four pieces, Qin Mo felt nauseous and stopped.

Pei Que was not interested, and Qin Weizhao, having had enough to drink, couldn’t eat anymore.

When the gathering ended, Lin Tang forcefully suppressed his astonishment, holding the white dessert box that was completely mismatched with his Third Master’s temperament, and left with the Third Master.

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In the early hours of the morning in the capital city, with the night falling and the city lights still on.

The sleek black Bugatti navigated through the night, the man in the back seat with a loose collar, half-exposed collarbones, eyes closed.

The streetlights passing by outside sporadically brushed over his sharp and cold face, his right hand casually resting on his thigh, the twin snake rings quietly coiled on his cold, slender fingers.

His other hand irregularly tapped on the white box that seemed out of place in this dim environment.

After a while, Qin Mo opened his eyes and placed the box on his lap to open it.

He hadn’t looked closely before, but now he noticed a white card tucked inside.

His fingers moved slightly, pinching the thin piece of paper.

Through the outside light, he could see two lines of elegant handwriting:

[Tender thoughts, thank you for helping, little uncle.]

[Wishing little uncle a happy birthday.]

Signed: Jiang Wansheng.

The man looked at it for a while, then placed the card back in its original position.

As the light dimmed, darkness enveloped the car compartment.

The man’s face hidden in the darkness, occasional light falling on the faint curve of his thin lips.

Hmm.

Quite sweet.