The Special Assistant resignedly followed behind, carrying numerous bags. After entering the amusement park, they bought even more items—pajamas, dresses, plush toys, keychains. He truly couldn’t understand why Miss Mu, who rarely stepped out, needed so many keychains when her rabbit handbag was already filled with candies, pastries, and snacks.
While paying and swiping the card, he almost felt like money had lost all meaning! Mr. Bo was extremely indulgent; if Mu Wantang so much as glanced twice at something, it would immediately end up in the shopping cart.
Thus, the Special Assistant stood at the front desk, writing down the hotel room number. “Please help deliver these there, thank you!” He couldn’t help but twitch his lips, thinking it was a good thing Mr. Bo’s card was being used—if it were his, he’d be bankrupt in no time.
As he pondered this while trailing behind, Bo Shiyue reached out a hand toward him. Quickly handing over the camera, he watched as the two flaunted their affection unabashedly amid the crowded park.
Throughout the morning, many girls had complimented Mr. Bo’s striking handsomeness, while numerous boys remarked on Miss Mu’s adorable charm. Several couples even ended up arguing, all because the pair’s relationship seemed too perfect. It was really something…
Bo Shiyue’s photography skills were exceptional. Mu Wantang, young and playful, wasn’t easy to care for. As she looked through the exquisitely composed and lit photos on the camera, she gleefully grabbed Bo Shiyue’s sleeve, bouncing with joy. “So beautiful! Your photography skills are amazing!”
Bo Shiyue tilted his head slightly, planting a kiss on her cheek, then wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. While Mu Wantang remained engrossed in the photos, a faint smile flickered in his eyes as he leaned near her ear.
His voice, clear and husky, magnetic and intimate, wove like orchestral notes into her senses. “Only my photography skills are good?”
His hand rested on her slender waist, tightening slightly. The moment she looked up, she met his gaze, which shimmered with spring-like tenderness, enchanting as a seductive sprite.
Mu Wantang instantly felt shy, murmuring softly, “So improper!” Yet, her cheeks flushed crimson.
Bo Shiyue’s arm tightened further as he tilted his head closer to her ear, whispering low, “So, is it good or not?”
His teasing made her ears burn red; his warm breath brushed past her ear, trailing down her neck, sending shivers through her. Being in a bustling park, she could only nod timidly and whisper very, very softly, “Good.”
As if discovering the joy of teasing her, Bo Shiyue wasn’t about to let her off easily, pressing further, “Then, give me a kiss.”
Mu Wantang had no choice but to rise on her toes and place a kiss on his cheek. “Uncle~ Let’s hurry and go!” The young girl tugged at his clothes, her voice soft and pleading, afraid he might do something outrageous next.
Bo Shiyue’s eyes narrowed slightly, seeming displeased. Mu Wantang changed her address: “Mr. Bo~” Still not working. “Oppa~”
Her coquetry was sweet and gentle, her captivating peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, resembling an innocent yet alluring little peach sprite, evoking an urge to cherish her. Seeing the man still unmoved, Mu Wantang reluctantly, half-pushed, called out, “Hubby~”
Bo Shiyue snapped his fingers near her ear, then pulled a Mickey Mouse-shaped lollipop from his overcoat pocket.
When Mu Wantang took it, the lollipop appeared even larger than her petite face.
The young girl immediately beamed with joy, her smiling eyes curving like crescent moons, and cheerfully called out again.
“Thank you, hubby~”
Not far behind them, the Special Assistant’s face was etched with utter despair, his inner monologue screaming:
[Just delete me from existence already!]
[Someone, kill me to liven up their romance!]
[Don’t treat singles as non-existent—even dogs can get stuffed from too much dog food!]
[Gag~ I’m full!]
After the couple had their fill of sweetness, they continued forward.
After choosing a restaurant, while Bo Shiyue was ordering, the young girl sat across from him, diligently licking her lollipop.
During the wait for their food, several female students entered the shop, chatting and laughing—clearly friends enjoying a weekend outing.
Settling at the next table, they discussed campus gossip.
Who had been voted school belle, who was currently chasing the school heartthrob.
Which professor’s class was easy to skip, which advisor was like a witch.
The girls chatted merrily, appearing to be around Mu Wantang’s age.
Listening to their conversation, Mu Wantang’s joyful expression gradually faded as she sucked on her lollipop.
Suddenly, the candy in her hand lost its sweetness.
When her mother passed away, she had clutched Mu Wantang’s hand, urging her to study hard.
She had intended to endure and wait until after university.
But that stepmother and stepsister had no intention of letting her off easily—they had even arranged for her to become a concubine to an octogenarian.
Claiming it was to ward off bad luck!
After resisting, she fled directly. She remembered that night, when the Imperial City was drenched in heavy rain.
Stumbling through the streets, she accidentally crashed into Bo Shiyue’s car.
Certain she would die.
When she woke, the man informed her that his car’s paint had been scratched and demanded compensation.
She was penniless.
Helplessly, she muttered, “I have nothing but my life. If you insist on payment, then… then I can only offer myself in marriage?”
That’s how it always went in TV dramas.
The hero saves the beauty, and she repays with her hand in marriage!
Compensation should work the same way, right?
To this day, she still remembered how Bo Shiyue’s gaze had swept over her, his peach blossom eyes swirling with an intensity of desire too thick to dissolve.
She had joked, but he took it seriously!
Mu Wantang set down the lollipop, her face clouded with unhappiness. Even the rose Bo Shiyue offered her failed to spark any interest.
Her small face drooped, her gaze repeatedly drifting toward the group of girls.
Bo Shiyue discerned her thoughts and gently ruffled her hair. “I’ll hire a tutor for you when we get back!”
No!
What she wanted was freedom!
The chance to stand on a campus, breathe fresh air, and meet like-minded friends.
A legitimate identity.
Not to be known as that caged songbird.
As these thoughts swirled, a faint ache prickled Mu Wantang’s nose, and tears spilled over with a soft plop.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes reddened slightly, misted with a thin layer of moisture.
Pouting pitifully at Bo Shiyue, she struggled to hold back her tears.
But she simply couldn’t suppress them.
As her lips trembled and she was about to speak, Bo Shiyue had already moved to sit beside her, drawing her into his embrace.
“Waaah~”
Clutching his collar, Mu Wantang smeared tears and sniffles all over his clothes.
She cried until she was gasping for breath.
When she cried, she looked as if she had suffered the greatest injustice.
Yet despite this, Bo Shiyue had no intention of letting her leave his side—he was merely putting on a convincing act in front of her.
He held her, letting her weep against his chest.
Feeling her shoulders tremble faintly and her sobs seep into his ears like a haunting melody, his gaze grew cold and profound, tainted with countless dark emotions. He whispered softly,
“Tangtang, if you don’t behave, you’ll be locked in the dark room, you know!”