“This is so beautiful!”
Wen Xiayue’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the ruby jewelry set, unable to resist gently touching the main stone on the necklace.
It was a pigeon-blood red ruby, shimmering brilliantly under the light. Surrounding it was a circle of small diamonds, making it so luxurious it was impossible to look away.
Just from the design, anyone could tell it was the work of a master.
She wished she could meet the designer someday—so she could formally learn jewelry design from them.
Qi Lanzhou walked over and personally fastened the necklace around her neck.
Then he suddenly asked, “Do you like it?”
“Mm! I love it. The person who designed this must be incredible. I really want to meet them… I want to learn from them.”
“Do you know who designed this set?” he asked.
Wen Xiayue shook her head.
His eyes flickered slightly. “It was me.”
Wen Xiayue froze. “You? You know how to design?”
Qi Lanzhou stood in front of her, looking down. “Don’t you believe me?”
The book barely mentioned Qi Lanzhou. She truly didn’t know.
He smiled faintly. “If I ever go bankrupt one day, I can still become a designer and earn money to support you.”
Wen Xiayue stiffened slightly at that sentence, suddenly remembering something she had once said.
She had told him that if he ever went bankrupt, she would support him.
At the time, she had only said it casually.
But Qi Lanzhou had taken her words to heart—so much so that he reassured her that even if that day came, he would still have the ability to support her.
Warmth spread through her chest.
All the ruby jewelry was placed on Wen Xiayue.
Necklace, earrings, bracelet, ring—fully complete.
She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
In the reflection, her neck was elegant, her collarbones delicate. The rubies shimmered under the light. A pure white short dress made her look both elegant and noble.
Qi Lanzhou leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, watching her.
He saw her spinning in front of the mirror, looking happy like a child.
“Hubby,” Wen Xiayue stopped after a spin, eyes bright as she looked at him. “Can I really wear this set to the Wen family?”
“Why not?” Qi Lanzhou raised a brow.
Wen Xiayue looked down at the jewelry, hesitating. “What if… what if I lose it? This is worth fifty million.”
“Then let it be lost. I have plenty of money.”
She pouted.
So rich people really were this reckless.
But… if she really lost it, she would still feel heartbroken.
She looked back at the mirror, spun again, then suddenly said, “Wait for me.”
In her small dress and heels, she returned to her room.
Qi Lanzhou followed her and saw her sitting at the vanity, drawing something.
He leaned closer.
She was designing jewelry.
The last time he saw her sketches in his office, they were already impressive despite being rough drafts. She clearly had talent.
He stood behind her, watching her carefully outline the jewelry design.
Better than before.
A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
He reached out and held her hand. “You can adjust this part like this.”
He guided her hand across the paper.
Wen Xiayue froze—she hadn’t expected him to follow her in.
She let him hold her hand as he slowly revised the drawing. His large hand completely enveloped hers.
He was very close. His warm breath brushed her ear.
Wen Xiayue’s ears quietly turned red.
She tried to focus on the drawing, but her thoughts were completely elsewhere.
“Hubby?” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“Could you… stay a little further away from me?”
Qi Lanzhou paused and looked down at her. “Why?”
“You’re too close. I can’t focus.”
His gaze darkened slightly. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to teach you?”
“I think… taking professional master classes would be the same,” she said softly.
His expression instantly cooled.
So she found him annoying?
She would rather go take classes from someone else?
He let go of her hand and straightened up.
“Fine,” he said.
Then he turned and left the room.
Wen Xiayue finally let out a breath of relief, patting her fast-beating chest.
Phew.
He was gone.
She lowered her head and continued drawing.
……
Half an hour later, Wen Xiayue went downstairs.
In the living room, Qi Lanzhou was sitting on the sofa, facing a young woman.
Wen Xiayue could only see the woman’s back.
The woman was speaking to him casually, clearly very familiar with him.
“Mr. Qi, I’ve already done a preliminary evaluation of the project you mentioned last time. The proposal is here—please take a look.”
Qi Lanzhou took the documents and began reading.
The woman sat very close beside him.
Wen Xiayue stood at the stairs, watching the scene, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.
She had just told him to stay away from her.
Yet now, seeing someone else so close to him, she felt unhappy.
Strange.
She walked down.
“Hubby,” she called.
Qi Lanzhou looked up.
The woman also turned around.
“Finished?” he asked.
“Mm,” Wen Xiayue nodded, then looked at the woman.
She had seen her before.
In the “Mr. Qi’s Romantic Rumors” group chat—the woman rumored to be Qi Lanzhou’s former love interest, his so-called “white moonlight,” Fang Yun.
She was really beautiful.
Even more stunning than in photos.
Her aura was also very refined.
Sitting next to Qi Lanzhou, they looked very pleasing together.
What a pity—they eventually broke up.
“Mrs. Qi?” Fang Yun stood and extended her hand with a polite smile. “Hello, I’m Fang Yun.”
Wen Xiayue shook her hand briefly.
“Miss Fang, hello.”
They released hands quickly.
Wen Xiayue looked at Qi Lanzhou again. “Are you two discussing work?”
“Yes,” Fang Yun replied. “I was supposed to discuss it at the company, but I’m going back to my hometown in two days. I happened to be passing by, so I brought the proposal over for Mr. Qi to review.”
Wen Xiayue nodded. “I see. I won’t disturb you then. Please continue.”
She turned and walked into the garden.
There was a swing there. She sat down and gently swayed.
Even though she said she didn’t care,
her eyes still drifted unconsciously through the glass window.
Qi Lanzhou and Fang Yun were still talking.
They were close, but nothing inappropriate was happening.
Wen Xiayue pouted and looked away, swinging the seat a little harder.
Her dress fluttered in the wind.
After a long while—
“Mrs. Qi, are you not very happy?”