“Where did you lock it up?” Lin Qing grew anxious, fearing he was mistreating the cat.
“Your baby was in heat everywhere, peeing all over the place. I disciplined it a bit and locked it up.”
“…”
Lin Qing was utterly speechless.
She knew it—as soon as it got dark, this man suddenly decided to mop the floor for no reason, making the ground wet everywhere.
So it turned out he was sulking with the cat.
“No, where exactly did you hide it?”
“Upstairs in the storage room.”
“You really went that far.”
Lin Qing quickly slipped on her slippers and headed toward the stairs.
Fu Sinian, worried she might slip, quickly followed her. “Walk slowly.”
On the second floor, in the storage room, she pushed the door open.
Lin Qing looked down and immediately spotted Yuanbao hiding in the corner behind the door.
“Yuanbao, ah, Mommy’s here.”
She was just about to pick Yuanbao up when the man behind her stretched out his hands in front of her, blocking her from the cat.
Then, with one hand, he grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and lifted it up.
Lin Qing reached out to touch the cat, but Fu Sinian held it farther away.
“What are you doing?!” Lin Qing got angry.
“It hasn’t had a bath yet—it’s carrying a lot of bacteria. You’re pregnant, so you need to be careful. Wait until I finish bathing it before you hold it.”
“Fu Sinian, is that really necessary? It just peed a few times—wiping it with wet tissues would be fine.”
“Maintaining a certain level of cleanliness and hygiene is very necessary.”
Fu Sinian carried Yuanbao toward the bathroom.
Yuanbao looked at her with its big round eyes, meowing several times and struggling nonstop in Fu Sinian’s hand.
The cat was right there, so close, yet she couldn’t hold it.
Lin Qing was going crazy inside.
“Aiya, hurry up and bathe it then.”
Fu Sinian walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, added shower gel, and circles of foam floated up.
Yuanbao was pressed into the bathtub.
Fu Sinian held the showerhead in one hand and pinned Yuanbao’s head with the other to keep it from moving around.
Then he started scrubbing the cat.
Lin Qing watched from behind as the cat was being “tortured” by Fu Sinian. Amid her helplessness and heartache, she also found it a bit funny.
The man in front of her had rolled up his shirt sleeves halfway to bathe the cat, revealing his strong forearms. Splashing foam stained his dress pants and shirt.
His expression while bathing the cat was indescribable.
“Lin Qing, grab a towel from the cabinet.”
“Oh, okay.”
Lin Qing took out a towel and handed it to Fu Sinian.
Fu Sinian turned off the showerhead, took the towel, and wiped Yuanbao’s head.
Rub, rub, rub.
Yuanbao’s fur puffed up in anger, and it bit down hard on his hand.
Fu Sinian didn’t have time to dodge and got bitten.
“Aiya, Yuanbao.” Lin Qing took the opportunity to grab the towel, wrapped it around Yuanbao, and lifted it out of the bathtub.
Fu Sinian turned on the faucet to clean the wound, then proceeded to tidy up the bathroom again.
Lin Qing, meanwhile, took out the hairdryer and blew Yuanbao’s fur dry.
Ten minutes later, Yuanbao shook its fur, twisted its waist, and bounced lively out of the bathroom.
Fu Sinian said, “Lin Qing, let’s both take a shower. I’ll take you out for dinner later.”
“Ah, we’re not eating at home?”
“I don’t feel like cooking tonight.” Fu Sinian was concise.
Lin Qing agreed, “Oh, okay. Being a househusband for too long can be tiring—I understand.”
Fu Sinian glared at her.
“Hurry up and shower.”
Half an hour later, Fu Sinian finished showering and getting ready, coming down from upstairs. He had changed into a clean shirt paired with dress pants, adjusting his wristwatch as he descended the stairs.
Lin Qing had already been waiting for him in the living room.
Seeing the wound on his right thumb, she said, “Fu Sinian, your hand is injured. You should clean it with iodine.”
Lin Qing took out the iodine from the medicine cabinet in the living room.
Fu Sinian said, “No need, right? The wound is very small.”
“Come here!” Lin Qing’s tone was firm as she beckoned him with her hand.
Fu Sinian couldn’t win against her and could only walk over.
The two sat on the sofa. Fu Sinian extended his finger toward Lin Qing. She dipped a cotton swab in iodine and applied it to the wound’s surface, nagging as she did so, “I’m telling you, why provoke Yuanbao for no reason? Cats don’t need baths every day—one a week is already a lot. Usually, just wiping its body with wet tissues is fine.”
Fu Sinian didn’t make a sound, silently watching Lin Qing.
Her movements as she applied the medicine were very gentle. Though she kept muttering complaints, it didn’t feel annoying at all.
“If I don’t bathe the cat thoroughly, what if it carries toxoplasma bacteria and infects you? I don’t mind getting hurt myself, but you’re pregnant—you can’t have any problems.”
Hearing this, Lin Qing paused her movements, raised her eyes, and looked at him.
The man in front of her was also staring intently at her without blinking.
Their gazes met and intertwined in that instant.
Their faces were very close.
The air grew quiet.
Each other’s breathing could be clearly heard.
A trace of ambiguity mixed into the air, fermenting uncontrollably.
With a bang, the sudden noise shattered the silence.
The two quickly averted their gazes and looked toward the source of the sound in unison.
A plastic cup had fallen to the ground, and Yuanbao was licking it nonstop with its tongue.
Fu Sinian’s face immediately darkened. He stood up, ready to catch the cat.
“Hey, hey, hey—don’t, don’t!” Seeing that he was truly angry, Lin Qing hurriedly spoke up to soothe him.
“Yuanbao doesn’t know better. Be the bigger person—don’t hold it against him.”
Lin Qing walked over, picked Yuanbao up in her arms, and gave its butt a few light pats.
“You’ve been way too naughty today. Hurry and apologize to your dad.”
She grabbed Yuanbao’s two front paws and made it bow deeply toward Fu Sinian.
Fu Sinian threw the used cotton swab into the trash, capped the iodine bottle, put it back in the cabinet, then walked over. He pinched Yuanbao’s ear and said, “Pick a good day and take it to get neutered.”
“Ah, neutered?”
“If we don’t neuter it, it’ll make a complete mess of the house. I can’t accept that.”
When cats go into heat, they become irritable.
Fu Sinian was someone who loved cleanliness so much—he could tolerate having a cat, but he couldn’t tolerate it going through heat cycles.
“But neutering surgery is really painful. Yining’s cat lost five or six jin after getting neutered. It took me so much effort to raise Yuanbao to be this plump and tender. Taking it for neutering—I’m a bit reluctant. It hasn’t even had kittens yet, and there’s only one cat at home with no male around, so it can’t breed anyway. Do we really have to neuter it?”
“No room for discussion.”
Fu Sinian had truly been annoyed by the cat.
Lin Qing pleaded several times, but it was no use.
A little while later, the two changed clothes and prepared to head out.
Lin Qing was still a bit upset and didn’t feel like talking much to Fu Sinian.
As the car drove out of the Jinmao Mansion complex, she didn’t initiate any conversation with him.
“What do you feel like eating tonight?”
“Anything.”
Fu Sinian knew she was sulking over Yuanbao’s neutering, so he said, “After we get Yuanbao neutered, if you want to get another cat, I won’t stop you.”
Lin Qing’s eyes lit up at the thought of getting another cat. “Really?”
“Mm.”
“Alright then, neutering it is. I like British Shorthairs with golden gradient coats. After Yuanbao gets neutered, buy one for me.”
“Okay.”
Just like that, Lin Qing’s anger dissipated.
Fu Sinian had to admit.
This woman was pretty easy to coax.
“Western or Chinese food?”
“Western.”
“Which place?”
“That Italian restaurant in the south city district.”
“Okay.”
The two went to the same restaurant where Lin Qing had celebrated her birthday last time.
Lin Qing ordered seafood cream pasta, while Fu Sinian ordered a steak.
It was a weekday, so the restaurant wasn’t crowded. Lin Qing chose a seat by the window.
This Italian restaurant was located in Nancheng’s south district commercial center. Looking out the window, one could see the bustling flow of people on the streets. Towering buildings rose straight from the ground, standing majestically and arranged neatly on both sides of the road. Car lights converged into neon rivers on the ground, and street lamps shone like glowing pearls, emitting a gentle glow in the quiet night.
Not far inside the restaurant, a piano was placed, and someone was playing Chopin’s Ballade No. 1. Beautiful and moving notes flowed from their fingertips.
The two skillfully used their knives and forks.
Sitting in this spot, Lin Qing recalled that night when, at the entrance to the restaurant’s restroom, she had seen Song Shuyao crying.
She was curious about Fu Sinian and Song Shuyao’s past relationship.
So she asked, “Last time I came here, I happened to run into Song Shuyao crying. That was the night you broke off the engagement, right? I didn’t expect that in less than a month, your fiancée would become me. Fate is truly wondrous.”
“How many years were you together with her?”
“Grandpa arranged the marriage two years ago. Song Shuyao had been in the UK the whole time and only returned six months ago.”
“I think she’s actually a pretty good person. After finding out about the accidental night between you and me, she didn’t come raging to cause trouble for me. Even when the online rumors fermented to that extent, she stayed calm and didn’t speak out to slander me. She’s really decent—you missing out on her is such a pity.”
Fu Sinian set down his knife and fork, pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, and said, “Lin Qing, you’re overthinking it.”
“Ah? Overthinking what?”
His words left Lin Qing confused.
“Because it was a marriage alliance, this engagement held certain commercial value. Suddenly canceling it would definitely be a loss for the Song family. The Songs aren’t fools. Song Shuyao is an overseas-returned elite and the executive president of Song Corporation’s expansion department—her abilities are outstanding. Uncle Song has only one daughter, spoiled with endless love since childhood. Getting her to swallow this grievance wouldn’t be that easy.”
“You mean… you gave her some benefits?”
Lin Qing immediately guessed the meaning behind Fu Sinian’s words.
Fu Sinian said, “Of course.”
“What kind of benefits? You didn’t go all out, did you?”
“Nothing much—just handed over two projects I had in hand to the Song Corporation. Ruifeng won’t bid on those two projects.”
Lin Qing muttered, “That really is going all out. Luckily you gave her a few projects; otherwise, she might have come looking for trouble like Jiang Wanyin did.”
“Jiang Wanyin?” Fu Sinian furrowed his brows and gave Lin Qing a meaningful look.
Lin Qing said in a low voice, “A mistress.”
Fu Sinian said, “You dated the third son of the Zhao family, right?”
Lin Qing was startled. “How did you know?”
Fu Sinian’s voice was calm. “I saw it.”
At those words, Lin Qing felt terrible all over.
She desperately racked her brain, trying to recall things from the past.
When she was with Zhao Ningzhou, she was still young. Their dates were always in secluded places, secretly. When exactly had Fu Sinian seen them?
Lin Qing couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard she thought.
After thinking for a while and coming up empty, she simply gave up.
If she couldn’t remember, then she couldn’t remember.
Anyway, many teachers and classmates knew about that past relationship of hers.
Since Fu Sinian knew too, she wouldn’t hide it from him anymore.
Lin Qing started venting, “That Jiang Wanyin was the mistress who ruined my previous relationship. Back then, while I was studying abroad, she secretly stole my boyfriend. I thought Zhao Ningzhou was so insistent on being with her that they would definitely get married in the end. I didn’t expect them to break up—it’s such a shame. A scumbag and a cheap woman like that should be locked together forever.”
Fu Sinian listened silently to Lin Qing’s rant before saying, “Old Master Zhao wouldn’t let her into the family that easily. With the Zhao family’s status, she doesn’t measure up.”
Lin Qing was eating her pasta when she suddenly heard the man across from her say this.
A sentence laced with class implications.
Yes, she had almost forgotten.
In terms of background, the Zhao family was even more prestigious than the Fu family.
Zhao Ningzhou never had the right to choose his own partner.
Outside the large transparent glass window, neon lights flickered. Lin Qing turned her head for a glance. On a small food street in front of the commercial district’s cinema, many people had set up little stalls selling all sorts of things—barbecue, stinky tofu, cotton candy, everything imaginable. A middle-aged man selling barbecue wore an apron, fiddling with his cooking tools. The weather was hot, sweat pouring down like rain, with a towel draped over his apron ready to wipe it away.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She covered her mouth, and the next second, she got up and ran toward the restroom.
“Lin Qing?”
Fu Sinian’s brows furrowed. Her morning sickness had come on so suddenly.
He quickly pulled out a few tissues and followed her.
She had been to this restaurant many times.
Running into the restroom, she reached the sink.
“Ugh—” She vomited violently.
Her face flushed red from the strain.
After vomiting for a while, the nausea gradually subsided.
She washed her hands and face.
At that moment, a faint fragrance wafted from beside her—mint and orange, quite pleasant.
She turned her head to glance at the woman next to her.
Wearing a light yellow long dress, with short brown hair, her features bright and striking.
She washed her hands, placing her phone on the counter in front.
Lin Qing caught a glimpse of the woman’s phone screen—it was on a call.
When she saw the person on the screen,
Lin Qing froze for a moment.
The woman quickly adjusted her outfit and walked out.
Not long after, Lin Qing followed her out of the restroom.
Fu Sinian had been waiting outside the restroom for quite a while before Lin Qing finally emerged.
Before Lin Qing could say anything, Fu Sinian directly took the tissues and wiped the corner of her mouth.
He bent slightly at the waist, looking down at her, carefully wiping away the water around her lips.
His movements were gentle and brief.
Lin Qing’s mind seemed to glitch. She blinked and stood motionless, staring at him.
After wiping her mouth, he took her hand again.
He wiped each finger one by one, not missing a single drop of water in the crevices between them.
Lin Qing pursed her lips and watched him.
This time, she didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she let him hold it and wipe it clean.
The warmth from his palm was very comforting.
For the first time, Lin Qing felt the impulse to hold his hands back.
“All done,” he said.
“You go back and sit first. I’ll ask the front desk if they have any lemon water.”
Lin Qing nodded obediently.
Lin Qing returned to her seat.
Her face and hands still felt warm, as if the lingering heat from his fingers remained.
Recalling the moment at the restroom entrance when he wiped her like that, her heart beat a little faster.
She patted her own face and whispered to herself, “No big deal, no big deal.”
It was just wiping her hands.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and quickly calmed down.
Not long after, Fu Sinian returned with a glass of lemon water.
Lin Qing took the lemon water and noticed it was room temperature. She complained, “Why isn’t it iced?”
“You’re pregnant—what are you doing drinking anything iced? If your stomach acts up and we end up in the hospital, that’ll be troublesome.”
Lin Qing sighed. “Fine, I’ll make do.”
The two sat down again and continued eating.
After finishing the main course, they started on dessert.
Since Lin Qing was pregnant and needed to control her sugar intake, they shared one tiramisu.
Lin Qing thought back to the earlier topic and, after a moment, said, “Fu Sinian, I have a question for you. You have to answer honestly.”
“Go ahead.” Fu Sinian set down his knife and fork, pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, and looked at her, waiting for her question.
“If my family were just an ordinary one, with no background at all, would you still insist on marrying me?”
She was really curious about this.
Fu Sinian had been with Song Shuyao because it was a marriage alliance between their families.
So what about her? What was the reason he chose her?
Was it really just because she was pregnant…
Her family was wealthy, but it couldn’t compare to the Fu family. Not to mention, they were facing the risk of bankruptcy and complete equity transfer.
She suddenly really wanted to know—if she had nothing at all, how would Fu Sinian choose?
After Lin Qing finished asking,
The world seemed to go quiet.
All that remained in her ears was the melodious Chopin piano piece.
Their eyes met, and Lin Qing clearly saw the contemplation in the expression of the man sitting across from her.
He was thinking about this question very seriously.
A full minute passed before she heard Fu Sinian say:
“Lin Qing, I’m not like the third Zhao brother. What happened with him wouldn’t happen with me. I also don’t like hypotheticals. Reality is reality. The reality is that you’re a rich heiress, not the daughter of a street vendor. We just need to live our lives well—there’s no need for baseless assumptions.”
He paused, thought for a moment, then smiled lightly.
“Since you’ve asked it outright, my answer will always be only one, and that is yes.”
The man’s expression was resolute as he said the word “yes.” Lin Qing felt a touch in her heart.
Yes, he was right. There was no need for pointless worries.
Family background, money, wealth—all of it was given by their parents, something they were born with.
Baseless assumptions would forever just be a topic for idle conversation after dinner—they would never come true.
Using this question to test him really had no meaning.
She was just about to speak.
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind her.
“Sinian, what are you doing here?”
The two turned their heads.
Lin Qing clearly saw who it was, and her expression immediately darkened.
Fu Sinian stood up and embraced the newcomer with a handshake.
“When did you get back to the country? You didn’t even tell me!”
Zhou Minglang smiled and said, “I just got back yesterday. There were a lot of family matters, so I didn’t get a chance to let you know.”
“Hey, who’s this?” Zhou Minglang turned his head and saw Lin Qing.
The two stared at each other.
“Lin Qing?” Zhou Minglang frowned.
He was very surprised to see Lin Qing here.
“Minglang, let me introduce you. This is my fiancée, Lin Qing.”
Fu Sinian said, “From your tone, it sounds like you two know each other?”
Zhou Minglang was startled. “Fiancée?”
He couldn’t understand why Lin Qing had suddenly become Fu Sinian’s fiancée.
Lin Qing let out a light humph. “Know each other? We’re quite familiar, actually.”
Fu Sinian glanced at Lin Qing—she looked like she had a grudge against Zhou Minglang. He was a bit confused.
“Minglang.” The woman’s hand from behind linked arms with Zhou Minglang’s.
Lin Qing glanced at the person beside Zhou Minglang.
Standing next to him was the very woman she had just encountered in the restroom.
Lin Qing narrowed her eyes, sizing her up, and extended her hand to shake hers.
“This young lady must be President Zhou’s girlfriend.”
Their hands clasped together.
At that moment, Zhou Minglang said, “She’s not.”
Lin Qing was stunned.
Zhou Minglang repeated, “Xu Jing is not.”
Having her status publicly denied, Xu Jing’s face looked a bit embarrassed.
She withdrew her hand and stood behind Zhou Minglang.
Zhou Minglang looked at Lin Qing, his tone serious. “Don’t say things like that in front of her. I’m begging you.”
Lin Qing was amused by Zhou Minglang’s sudden seriousness.
“That’s your business how you handle it. She’s doing well now. Since you’re back, just don’t go provoking her.”
Fu Sinian only felt the atmosphere between Zhou Minglang and Lin Qing was tense and confrontational. He didn’t interrupt, just listened quietly from the side, trying to extract key information from their conversation.
Zhou Minglang didn’t continue the topic. He said to Fu Sinian, “Sinian, I’ll head out first. Let’s catch up another day when we have time.”
“Okay.”
Zhou Minglang left with Xu Jing.
Lin Qing picked up her phone and snapped a couple of photos of Zhou Minglang and Xu Jing’s backs—click, click.
Fu Sinian sat back down and asked her, “How do you know Minglang? And why take photos?”
He thought about it carefully—Zhou Minglang wasn’t a high school or university classmate of Lin Qing’s or his. The two, who seemed to have no connection at all, actually knew each other. Fu Sinian found it baffling.
Lin Qing said, “The photos are for Su Yi to see.”
Fu Sinian grew even more puzzled. “Why show them to her?”
There were questions everywhere. Lin Qing got impatient. “Wait, Fu Sinian—you know Zhou Minglang. Don’t you know that Zhou Minglang is Su Yi’s ex-boyfriend?”
Fu Sinian was suddenly at a loss for words, not expecting this situation.
Lin Qing asked irritably, “How do you know him?”
“Our families—the Fu and Zhou families—have been friends for generations. Our fathers’ generation knew each other, and in our generation, the relationship is still decent, but not particularly close.”
“That’s good. I thought that scumbag was really close to you—it gave me a scare.”
Fu Sinian asked curiously, “What happened between him and Su Yi?”
Lin Qing sighed. “A toxic relationship—what else? He deliberately approached Su Yi from the start, deceiving her feelings.”
Fu Sinian listened to Lin Qing’s rapid-fire explanation and slowly pieced together the story.
It turned out that Su Yi’s mother had been Zhou Minglang’s father’s mistress for many years. After Zhou Minglang’s parents divorced, she successfully married Zhou’s father. Zhou Minglang, furious about it, deliberately got close to Su Yi. When their relationship was at its peak, he proposed breaking up and abandoned her.
Lin Qing cursed angrily, “You have no idea—after the breakup, Su Yi slit her wrists and attempted suicide. If Yining and I hadn’t arrived in time and rushed her to the hospital, she might have died. I never imagined there could be someone even worse than Zhao Ningzhou in this world.”
Lin Qing glanced at Fu Sinian and issued a stern warning, “You better not get too close to that guy named Zhou, or be careful—he might lead you astray.”
She was genuinely worried.
Fu Sinian curved his lips into a smile. “It’s not that serious.”
“Bullshit. All crows under heaven are black alike—how many good men are there anyway?”
The little interlude didn’t disrupt the rhythm of their date. Since tomorrow was June 28th—they were getting their marriage certificate, and both families would gather for a meal—Fu Sinian took Lin Qing to the mall. They bought some gifts and also picked out clothes to wear for registering the marriage tomorrow.
By the time they got home that evening, it was already past ten.
Lin Qing took a shower, got into bed, and prepared to sleep.
Thinking about Su Yi’s situation, she couldn’t help but send her a message.
【Yiyi, I went out for dinner today. Guess who I ran into.】
Su Yi happened to be on her phone and replied immediately: 【Who?】
【Your ex-boyfriend.】
Su Yi sent an 【oh】 emoji and a message: 【I know he’s back.】
Lin Qing’s mouth twitched. What did “I know he’s back” mean? She wouldn’t be thinking of getting back with that scumbag, right?
【Su Yi, think carefully. Tonight I saw him with a female companion by his side—she might be his new flame. You can’t fall in the same spot twice. Don’t forget the pain once the wound heals.】
On the other end of the phone, Su Yi looked at the message, touched her left wrist—a long, winding scar.
It was ugly.
It represented her unbearable past.
Su Yi sniffed her slightly stinging nose and sent Lin Qing a message.
【I won’t get back with him. Don’t worry.】
Seeing this message, Lin Qing finally felt relieved.
She turned off the light and prepared to sleep.
But she had no drowsiness.
Thinking about going to register the marriage tomorrow, she couldn’t fall asleep.
Tomorrow, she would truly become Fu Sinian’s wife.
In a little while longer, she wouldn’t just be a wife—she would also be a mother.
Lin Qing clutched the blanket, staring at the ceiling above, suddenly feeling a bit anxious and uneasy.
Wife, mother.
These two titles are great, yet they are also shackles.
From a young age, she had witnessed how Zhou Yan was bound by these two identities, and how, after breaking free from them, she lived a completely different life.
To her, marriage
was full of confusion, the unknown, something to be explored.
She thought Fu Sinian would probably be a good husband and a good father.
With a mix of unease and excitement, Lin Qing drifted into sleep.
June 28th, Monday—a good day specially chosen by Fu Sinian.
Lin Qing had specially taken a day off from Jiang Muhong to register the marriage.
Fu Sinian didn’t go to the company either.
At seven in the morning, Lin Qing got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed her clothes.
She was only a little over a month pregnant and not showing yet, so she wore a white women’s blouse paired with long jeans, applied light makeup. Fu Sinian, as usual, wore a white shirt and black dress pants.
The two finished breakfast and packed their things.
Last time they returned to Jinxiu Manor, both sets of parents had already given them the household registration books.
Fu Sinian drove Lin Qing from Jinmao Mansion.
The weather was great—no rain, clear blue skies, and the temperature wasn’t too hot.
Passing through the busy city on a weekday, there was some traffic.
Lin Qing sat in the car, looking out the window. Just then, the car drove onto an overpass. Looking down from the overpass, Nancheng No. 1 High School was right below.
At 7:30, the school bell rang at Nancheng No. 1 High School.
“Ding ding ding”
Some students walked slowly into the school gate with bread in their mouths, while some parents braked sharply on electric scooters. The students hopped off and ran toward the school.
Parents shouted from behind, “Slow down, you’ll make it!”
A few minutes later, on the playground, each class began lining up. Class teachers held red flags, directing students to stand in their positions.
On the podium, the student representative began speaking.
Through the microphone, a clear male voice came through.
“Hello everyone, I am Zhang Fanyu from Class 1 of Grade 9. It is my honor to speak here as the student representative. First—”
Lin Qing gazed at the young, immature face of the student representative on the podium, as if seeing the boy from her memories.
Back then, he had been just as dazzling, just as outstanding.
Every week, the student representative was him—without exception.
Thinking of this, Lin Qing turned her head to look at the man beside her. He wore a white shirt with no tie, the collar slightly open, clean and refreshing.
His features were still handsome.
Over a dozen years had passed; the youthful innocence on his face was gone, replaced by the depth added by time.
He turned his head to look at her.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the driver’s side window, perfectly illuminating half of his face.
In that instant their eyes met, she truly realized
they had both grown up.