Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 139 Qin Zhao, you did this on purpose.

His soft lips moved slightly, gently brushing against her palm, and he lightly sucked on it, leaving a tingling, numbing sensation.

Qin Zhao seemed to be electrocuted, and abruptly pulled his hand back.

She rubbed her palm against her clothes and said in a soft voice, "You've really had too much to drink."

“I’m perfectly sober. If I were drunk, and less rational,” Shen Yanci stared straight at her, lowering his head slightly and looking down, his gaze full of implication, “I would do things that you think are wrong.”

"..."

His eyes burned with fire, consuming himself and scorching her.

Qin Zhao tilted her head slightly and quickly lowered her eyelashes: "Was that cake delicious?"

"..."

"Can't I eat it?" Her eyes looked at her innocently.

"You really..." Shen Yanci chuckled helplessly, but finally sighed, "Why don't you try it and see?"

The cake, which looked like gold, was a common square slice, not tall, about 3-4 centimeters, with delicate honeycomb-like holes visible on the side. It was caramel-colored and smelled of warm honey.

The most eye-catching feature is the large, casually folded gold paper covering the surface, which, thanks to a layer of pectin, shimmers like a mirror. A small honeycomb is placed on top.

"What kind of cake is this?" Qin Zhao looked at the gold paper-like thing on it. "It looks like gold."

“Gold leaf honey cake. It’s made of gold, and it’s made of gold leaf.” Shen Yanci said with a touch of nonchalant laziness.

"Gold!" Qin Zhao poked at it with a fork, and after confirming it was gold leaf, she was a little doubtful. She tilted her head and asked him, "You eat gold?"

"..."

"This is a gold leaf cake, made with edible gold leaf, and it's very pure."

Qin Zhao knew from reading that pure gold is non-toxic. The characters in the TV series who died from swallowing gold were most likely dying from heavy metal poisoning due to its low purity.

But she really didn't expect that someone would actually eat gold.

Is it a money-devouring beast?

Gold isn't food, and it's indigestible if you eat it.

Why eat gold?
She asked, "Can I keep this gold leaf and sell it?"

After all, gold is quite expensive.

Shen Yanci's three cold words shattered her illusions: "Illegal."

"..."

"Why?" she asked, a little curious. "Is it ill-gotten?"

"..."

“Edible gold leaf is a consumer product, not a precious metal investment, and cannot be recycled or resold. Moreover,” Shen Yanci pointed to the cake and explained, “the cost of refining and recycling it is far higher than the cost of gold, so it’s not worth it.”

Qin Zhao: "Have you eaten?"

"Ah."

"What does it smell like?"

"You'll know if you try it."

Qin Zhao scooped out a piece with a silver spoon, but the gold foil was brittle and tore open immediately.

She put it in her mouth with some skepticism, frowned as she tasted it, and found it tasted like cake. The outside was a bit crispy, while the inside was moist and fluffy, with the sticky texture unique to honey.

Nothing special.

She ate a little bit of the gold foil paper alone and felt that it tasted similar to glutinous rice paper.

She smacked her lips: "It doesn't seem to taste like anything?"

"Of course it has no taste."

"..."

Row.

Qin Zhao was speechless: "Then why eat it?"

Good for your health? Replenishes trace elements?
As far as she knows, the human body cannot absorb gold.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly: "The value of this kind of thing lies in the irreversible consumption of experience; it's just a matter of paying for psychological and emotional experiences."

Qin Zhao expressed her understanding, but couldn't agree with it. She moved the gold foil to the bottom and ate the honey cake; the cake was quite good.

She pointed to the white flower on the table: "What is this?" "Calla lily."

Qin Zhao ate his cake and said, "I've never seen this kind of flower in our neighborhood before."

Of course you haven't seen it; he bought it.

The flower's meaning is: "You are the one (You are my only love)".

Qin Zhao is a blockhead.

Qin Zhao: "Why is there only one?"

"You want a bouquet?"

Qin Zhao remained silent.

Shen Yanci was both annoyed and amused as he watched her intently eating her cake.

Qin Zhao then pointed to the uneven, cement-gray sphere: "What is this?"

Shen Yanci put his hand to his forehead and gave a wry smile. Why did he bring her a cake?
Qin Zhao: "What's wrong?"

Shen Yanci: "You, eat properly, and then talk to me."

Qin Zhao fell silent. She had only spoken to avoid embarrassment, since Shen Yanci had been staring at her with such an obvious gaze.

She pretended nothing was wrong, finished eating the small cake, and wiped her mouth.

Shen Yanci: "I'm done eating."

Qin Zhao: "Let's go home."

"..."

"You take advantage of me and then forget about me?" Shen Yanci looked at her with pursed lips.

Qin Zhao softened his tone: "It's getting late."

She added, "What do you think?"

Shen Yanci leaned forward, and Qin Zhao subconsciously stepped back. Shen Yanci blinked and lightly bumped her forehead against Qin Zhao's: "Qin Zhao, you did that on purpose."

His voice was low, with a slight lisp at the end: "Little liar."

He was too close; his breath brushed against her face, and his calm eyes drooped, carrying a hint of sadness.

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids and turned his head away: "You still haven't said anything about this ball?"

Shen Yanci lowered his head, seemingly sighing, "Zhaozhao, do you like me?"

He asked, "Is it that hard to answer?"

"And then what?" Qin Zhao asked, fiddling with his fingers. "If we were happy for a short while or just for a moment, and then realized it wasn't right or worth it, I don't think we could still be friends at that point."

Love is a very elusive thing. The fleeting surge of hormones and the restlessness of adolescence can both be controlled.

Putting gender aside, she doesn't think she has anything that makes others like her.

"Shen Yanci, I'm quite satisfied with the current situation. I don't want to ruin it for the sake of a little bit of happiness I might have imagined. This applies to both my relationship with my family and my relationship with you."

She had received too little before, and she didn't want to lose what she had finally managed to have.

She sometimes has nightmares, dreaming about her past life. In the past, she thought she didn't care and could endure it, but now she feels fear, great fear.

She didn't want things to be like they were before.

"So you're saying I don't hold that much weight in your heart yet." Shen Yanci looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were laughing, but the light in his eyes seemed to shatter. "Right?"

Qin Zhao clenched his fingers: "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." He smiled, his gaze strained, and he looked up, his eyes filled with a faint glimmer of tears.

Qin Zhao lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers, and remained silent.

After a while, Shen Yanci looked at her and asked again, stubbornly, "You like me, right?"

Answering a question you already know the answer to will not bring any benefit; it will only create a tug-of-war and cause pain for both of you.

His eyes were wet; the injury on his cheekbone hadn't fully healed yet, it was from when he fought with Jiang Yu last time.

Qin Zhao felt a lump in his throat, and his fingers clenched slightly: "Brother Yanci, don't force me."

Actually, Iwami-san is still too young, too straightforward and too passionate; Akatsuki couldn't handle it.
Things will get much better as you grow up; you'll learn to control your flirting and seduction, haha.

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