Yan Qing traced Zhan Yan Chen’s Adam’s apple with her fingers, her eyes seductive and her voice soft and slow, “Can’t I like both?”
A sudden crimson hue flickered in Zhan Yan Chen’s eyes, and his voice grew slightly hoarse in an instant, “Qingqing, there’s no turning back.”
After saying this, Zhan Yan Chen suddenly lifted Yan Qing, swept the documents off the desk, and placed her on the edge.
Standing between Yan Qing’s legs, Zhan Yan Chen pressed his right hand against her back, pulling their bodies tightly together.
Suppressing the scream that was about to escape, Yan Qing felt both shy and flustered, “Zhan Yan Chen, what are you doing!”
“Kissing you!” As the words fell, Zhan Yan Chen cupped the back of her head with one hand and kissed Yan Qing with urgent intensity.
The fierce kiss made Yan Qing’s heart tremble. Whenever this kid kissed her, he would violently shatter the label of a gentle, puppy-like younger brother, becoming intimidatingly fierce!
“Sister Qing, Zhan Ge wants to—” Zhan Yunduan pushed the door open and saw the two locked in a passionate kiss. Instantly, she covered her face and retreated.
Yan Qing hurriedly pushed Zhan Yan Chen away, jumped to the ground, and noticed her lipstick smudged on the corner of his mouth. Her face flushed with a charming blush as she quickly wiped it away.
“Don’t act recklessly outside.”
Zhan Yan Chen restrained himself, raised his hand, and gently smoothed her hair with his fingers.
Yan Qing saw the corners of his lips curl into a gentle, pure, and alluring smile, thinking to herself: Some people smile like sparks on a prairie, capable of igniting a wildfire at any moment.
“What are you smiling about?”
Zhan Yan Chen’s eyes were filled with light, “You like me.”
Just moments ago, he was fiercely wolf-like, but now he was gentle and tender again. It was as if he could effortlessly switch between being a puppy and a wolf.
Yan Qing smiled and pinched his chin, “So happy, huh?”
Zhan Yan Chen grinned at her, his voice soft and affectionate, “Qingqing, I love you. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to marry you and put your name on my household register.”
The sudden confession was like honey, sweetening Yan Qing’s heart, and she was completely captivated.
Gazing into Zhan Yan Chen’s deep, tender eyes, Yan Qing curved her lips into a smile, stood on her tiptoes, kissed the corner of his mouth, and took his hand as they walked out.
Seeing them emerge, Zhan Yunduan hurried over to tell Yan Qing, “Sister Qing, Zhan Ge is coming to support our Yuerong.”
“Does that mean we’ll be swarmed again today?” Yan Qing was still traumatized by being mobbed by Zhan Jincheng’s fans.
“Don’t worry, Sister Qing. Zhan Ge’s trip this time is being handled by his agency.”
Relieved, Yan Qing pondered, “Zhan Ge’s influence is huge. Do we have enough jewelry in stock?”
Zhan Yunduan gave her a reassuring look, “Before the opening, I already spoke to my uncle and borrowed Zhan Corporation’s jewelry production line for a week. We have plenty of stock.”
With no further concerns, Yan Qing said, “Duanduan, thank your uncle for me.”
“Sure.” Zhan Yunduan glanced at her uncle, who was watching a TV commercial, and leaned closer to Yan Qing with a smile, “Sister Qing, a man whose eyes are only for his wife is the most handsome.”
Yan Qing looked at Zhan Yan Chen, whose posture was as straight as a pine tree, and patted Zhan Yunduan’s head with a smile, “Focus on your work.”
The staff members were curious, “Little Yan, how did you become the disciple of the fashion guru?”
“Little Yan, tell us about it.”
Recalling the past, Yan Qing summarized it in two words, “Fate.”
Seven years ago, Yan Qing traveled to Italy with her family and coincidentally met Lin Hao at the Milan Jewelry Exhibition. Lin Hao criticized her designs as worthless, and she retorted so fiercely that the fashion guru’s face turned red with anger.
Lin Hao was scolded for the first time, yet instead of getting angry, he decided to take Yan Qing as his disciple…
Yan Qing snapped out of her thoughts and walked over to Zhan Yan Chen, standing beside him as they both watched the TV. “Little brother, are the photos prettier than your sister herself?”
Zhan Yan Chen turned sideways, his smiling gaze lingering on her face. “I never had the chance to know you in your teenage years, so I want to see more.”
Yan Qing tilted her head slightly. “I’d like to see your younger self too. Do you have any photos?”
“Yes.” Zhan Yan Chen took out his phone, found a photo from when he was eighteen in his album, and handed the phone to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing picked up the phone to look. The photo was taken by the seaside, with Zhan Yan Chen wearing blue-and-white casual clothes, his short hair fluffy, a bright smile on his handsome face, radiating youthful charm.
Yan Qing’s heart let out a silent “wow”—teenage Zhan Yan Chen was simply the epitome of pure allure!!
“Xiao Qing.” A stunningly beautiful woman entered the shop holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Cousin.” Yan Qing put away her phone and pulled Zhan Yan Chen over. “When did you get back?”
“I just rushed back this morning.” Xiang Wanqiao handed the flowers to Yan Qing. “Xiao Qing, congratulations on your opening.”
“Thank you, cousin.”
Xiang Wanqiao put on a stern face as she looked at the two of them. “Yan Qing, is this your flash-marriage husband?”
Yan Qing sighed—as soon as her cousin returned from further studies, she was here to hold her accountable.
“Cousin, this is my husband, Zhan Yan Chen, a graduate student at Peking University.” Yan Qing introduced them. “Yan Chen, this is my cousin, Xiang Wanqiao, a cardiac surgeon at First Hospital.”
Zhan Yan Chen nodded slightly. “Cousin.”
Xiang Wanqiao scrutinized Zhan Yan Chen with sharp eyes—clear gaze, gentle demeanor, nothing seemed off.
Still, she wasn’t entirely reassured and pulled Yan Qing aside. “Send me his ID information. I’ll have your brother-in-law investigate his background.”
“Cousin, my husband is upright, has no bad habits, and comes from a simple family background. His uncle, like your husband, is also a police officer. There’s no need to investigate.”
What a coincidence?
“His uncle is his uncle, and he is himself.” Xiang Wanqiao tapped Yan Qing’s forehead. “You’re almost twenty-three and still so naive. Will your future children even be smart?”
Yan Qing pouted angrily. “Xiang Wanqiao, you can doubt my emotional intelligence, but not my IQ!”
“This concerns your happiness. We must investigate thoroughly.”
Yan Qing had no choice and forwarded a photo of their marriage certificate to her cousin.
“You’re busy. I’ll go find your brother-in-law.” With that, Xiang Wanqiao left.
Yan Qing glanced at her wristwatch and walked over to Zhan Yan Chen. “I’ll be busy here until very late, and there’s the opening celebration banquet tonight. Are you going home or…?”
“Wife, I’ll stay and help you, then accompany you to the celebration banquet tonight.”
Yan Qing pinched his cheek, thinking to herself: So clingy.
Not long after, Zhan Jincheng arrived. Seeing his uncle there too, he felt a chill run down his spine and almost turned to leave.
“Yan Yan, I’m here to support you!”
Yan Qing smiled. “I’ll triple your endorsement fee!”
Mentioning the endorsement fee reminded Zhan Jincheng of those unfair contract terms. He was furious but didn’t dare voice it.
“Talking about money hurts feelings, Yan Yan. From now on, I’ll endorse you for free.”
Zhan Yunduan beamed with joy. “Brother, it’s a deal!”
“Little money-grubber.” Zhan Jincheng rolled his eyes—she only called him “brother” when there was something to gain.
Less than an hour after Zhan Ge arrived at the new Yuerong store, Fengxing Mall was packed with people. Before five o’clock, all Yuerong jewelry had sold out.
A top-tier superstar’s endorsement brought in three hours of revenue comparable to a year’s profits for other jewelry stores.
By evening, three headlines dominated the trending charts.
#Fashion Icon Makes Appearance at Yuerong Jewelry Store#
#Entertainment Industry Heartthrob Zhan Ge Appears at Yuerong Jewelry Store#
#Yuerong Jewelry Store Featured on New York Times Square#
In just one day, Yan Qing and Yuerong became a global sensation.
At seven in the evening.
Fu Zhan Yu arrived at GK Restaurant to discuss business with a partner. As he stepped out of the car and closed the door, the silhouette of a woman in a white dress appeared in his line of sight, instantly overlapping with the image in his memory.
Fu Zhan Yu’s pupils contracted. As the woman entered GK Restaurant, he quickly followed.