“Are you the little puppy my best friend gave me?”
Yan Qing looked drunkenly at the man leaning against the apartment doorway, his legs crossed.
Upon hearing this, the man narrowed his deep eyes slightly, his voice gentle, “I’m Zhan Yunduan’s…”
“Who are you to Zhan Yunduan?” Yan Qing interrupted the man, took a step, and stumbled into his arms, where he wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
“I’ve met all the Zhan family members, except for Zhan Yunduan’s devilish uncle, the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle.” She had heard the Crown Prince was an old man, but this one looked like a young man—he couldn’t possibly be the Crown Prince.
Crown Prince Zhan Yan Chen: “…”
“You’re my little puppy.” Yan Qing raised her hands to cup his face. “Be good, call me ‘sister.’”
Zhan Yan Chen looked at Yan Qing, stunning even in her drunken state, as if gazing at his exclusive prey. With their breaths mingling, his voice was seductive and soft, “Sister.”
Yan Qing felt her bones melt at his call of “sister,” and a slow smile spread across her face. “I’m yours for life.”
Zhan Yunduan, carrying the little white Samoyed he had brought for Yan Qing, caught up and froze in shock as he approached.
Was she seeing things? Why were the devilish uncle and her best friend… hugging each other?
“Li…”
Zhan Yan Chen swept Yan Qing into his arms and shot a sharp glance at Zhan Yunduan.
Zhan Yunduan felt a chill run down her spine, not daring to say another word. She put the dog down and turned to flee.
The little white puppy entered Yan Qing’s home with them.
Moonlight gently spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the spacious apartment.
On the white carpet before the window, the silhouettes of an exquisite man and woman intertwined.
“Qing Qing.” Zhan Yan Chen’s hoarse voice murmured softly.
Yan Qing’s fragmented voice carried a deep sense of grievance. “Are you a little puppy or a little wolf?”
“I am Zhan Yan Chen.” A scorching kiss moved from her collarbone to Yan Qing’s ear, tender and lingering.
…
Yan Qing suddenly opened her eyes and found herself at home. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her head and saw an almost bewitchingly handsome face. Stunned, her eyes widened in momentary confusion.
The next moment, fragmented memories flooded her mind.
Yesterday was her birthday, and she had gotten drunk, bringing home the little puppy Zhan Yunduan had given her. She had intended to chat with the little puppy for a while, but as the alcohol took effect, she was swayed by his looks and ended up pouncing on him…
After a brief moment of suffocation, Yan Qing supported her waist as she got out of bed. In a flurry, she dressed and prepared to make a run for it when a lazy voice abruptly sounded behind her—
“You slept with me and now you want to run?”
Yan Qing stiffened all over as rustling sounds came from behind her.
Zhan Yan Chen got out of bed bare-chested and walked toward Yan Qing, backlit by the light.
Yan Qing blinked, forcing herself to stay calm.
The young man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist—was his waist harder than her life?
Were his legs longer than her life?
His features were flawless, with a faint, natural allure. A hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips, his unruly hair falling loosely, and a touch of youthful charm lingered between his brows.
As she scrutinized him, Yan Qing’s gaze drifted downward and suddenly paused. The little puppy even had abs! Eight… of them, with a sexy, smooth curve…
Help, why were there scratches and bite marks on them?
This was too alluring…
Yan Qing secretly lowered her gaze. Stop! Don’t think about it!
The moment she did, her mind filled with nothing but pixelated images.
Zhan Yan Chen also gazed intently at her. She wore a Dior suit dress, her enchanting face radiant and captivating, exuding confidence and boldness. Every inch of her was exquisitely refined, like a rare gem.
Zhan Yan Chen withdrew his straightforward gaze and fed a piece of candy into Yan Qing’s mouth.
“What?”
The moment she spoke, her own hoarse voice startled her. Had she really been so unrestrained last night that she’d strained her voice?
“Throat lozenge,” Zhan Yan Chen replied.
Yan Qing nearly choked on the candy: “…”
Zhan Yan Chen leisurely buttoned his shirt, his gaze fixed on Yan Qing with a hint of resentment.
“Big sister, now that you’ve put your dress on, you don’t want to take responsibility anymore?”
Yan Qing’s heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t a heartless woman, but she couldn’t let herself be controlled by a puppy-like guy.
Boldly, Yan Qing lifted Zhan Yan Chen’s chin with her slender, pale fingers, her seductive eyes sweeping over his handsome face.
“Little brother, if you stick with me, you can spend this black card however you like.”
As she spoke, Yan Qing actually pulled a Yan family black card from her bag, but just then, her phone suddenly rang.
It was a voice message from Mr. Yan.
“Yan Qing, you’re not going to the blind date, are you? I’ll freeze your cards and acquire your company right now. You can have them back when you get married, and only when…”
Yan Qing’s smile vanished instantly. Was there really a father who forced marriage like this?
She glanced at Zhan Yan Chen, who was now fully dressed, and clearly caught the faint smile disappearing from the corner of his lips.
Feeling awkward, Yan Qing thought she didn’t need to work hard to buy a house anymore—she could probably dig out a Gothic villa with her toes right then and there.
Zhan Yan Chen wrapped an arm around Yan Qing’s soft waist, his warm, firm abs pressing against her abdomen. An intense wave of hormones washed over her, instantly heightening the tension.
Unable to resist the temptation, Yan Qing nearly let out a scream, her face flushing crimson from the neck up.
This guy was a bit strange!
He looked like a boy, but up close, she could feel he was more like a dangerous, grown man.
Zhan Yan Chen’s gaze burned intensely, his voice both innocent and seductive. “Big sister, I’m not a casual person. You slept with me, so you have to take full responsibility.”
“Big sister isn’t a casual person either.” Yan Qing said this with a guilty conscience. Having lost her financial freedom and unable to compensate him with the black card, she had no choice but to consider marriage. “Little brother, how about I give you a chance to get rich overnight? Are you in?”
Zhan Yan Chen raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What chance?”
“To take responsibility for you, how about… we get married?”
Zhan Yan Chen immediately responded, “My name is Zhan Yan Chen, big sister. When are we getting married?”
“Marriage is a big deal in life. Shouldn’t you think it over… Wait, your surname is Zhan too?”
Yan Qing’s thoughts drifted as she silently repeated his name. She had met all the younger generation of the Zhan family, the wealthiest clan, but this guy wasn’t one of them. Yet he shared the same surname as her best friend—what a coincidence.
Seeing her look of uncertainty, a shadow of something inscrutable flickered in Zhan Yan Chen’s eyes.
Once Yan Qing confirmed he wasn’t from the Zhan family, she continued, “You’re still a college student. If you marry me, there’ll be no wedding, no bride price—just a marriage certificate. Occasionally, you’ll accompany me home to fool my parents.”
As she finished speaking, Yan Qing noticed a faint redness gradually rising in Zhan Yan Chen’s amber eyes.
Oh no, was he about to cry?
Panicking, Yan Qing said, “Little brother, don’t get emotional…”
“Let’s go get the marriage certificate first!” Zhan Yan Chen said, eagerly pulling her out the door. Perhaps annoyed by how slowly she walked in high heels, he scooped her up and dashed downstairs.
“Zhan Yan Chen, rushing to get married so soon? Are you crazy?” Yan Qing instinctively wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her heart still conflicted.
Half of what she’d said earlier was a test, and half was a joke!
Zhan Yan Chen glanced down at the woman in his arms. “I may be quick to marry you, but I’m not quick in bed.”
Yan Qing: “…”
Two hours later.
Zhan Yan Chen and Yan Qing walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Yan Qing stared at the freshly issued marriage certificate, feeling dizzy. “Zhan Yan Chen.”
“Mrs. Zhan.”
“Are we really married?” After living a conventional life for twenty-two years, she had just impulsively married a college student?
A dazzling, bold young lady × The Crown Prince of the capital’s elite who bends for love.
Marriage first, love later—a sweet, devoted 1V1 romance.
Not an older woman-younger man relationship; the male lead is four years older than the female lead.