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

Chapter 274 Next Time

Shen Yanci and Kuang Xu returned to England on a Friday.

Qin Zhao took two class periods off to see them off.

Kuang Xu: "There's no need to take time off work to see us off. We're two grown men, we won't get lost."

Qin Zhao: "That class was really easy, and I didn't really want to attend it."

Kuang Xu: "Then we've really given you a good reason to skip class."

Qin Zhao gave a soft "hmm".

"Message me when you arrive. If there's anything you need to buy in China, I can ship it to you."

"Don't worry, I won't be polite."

Shen Yanci: "Anything is fine?"

Kuang Xu glanced at him, puzzled.

Qin Zhao's gaze, which had been wandering between the two, finally landed on him: "I'll try my best."

She paused for a moment: "Is there anything you want right now?"

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly, his dark pupils looking at her.

The announcement began broadcasting their flight information.

Kuang Xu opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he met Shen Yanci's gaze. The words caught in his throat: "Um, I need to go to the restroom. See you on the plane later."

He glanced at Qin Zhao and said, "Qin Zhao, I'm leaving."

Qin Zhao nodded: "Okay."

"Have a safe journey, Brother Kuang Xu." She said, raising her hand to hug him.

Kuang Xu spread his arms, but his shoulders were pulled back two steps by a force.

Shen Yanci glanced at him: "If you dawdle any longer, the plane will be delayed."

The look of disgust in his eyes was almost palpable. Kuang Xu twitched his lips speechlessly, wanting to slap this peacock that was displaying its feathers.

"Alright~" he drawled, gesturing to Qin Zhao, "I'm leaving. Talk to your brother Yanci; he's the most homesick. He used to see the moon—"

Shen Yanci frowned, his words emphasizing, "Are you still going or not?"

"Go." Kuang Xu mentally cursed him over and kindly reminded him, "The plane is going to be delayed, so don't dawdle."

After he left, Qin Zhao continued Kuang Xu's topic, saying, "Do you feel homesick when you see the moon?"

Her expression was harmless, as if she were just talking casually, without any air of superiority.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly: "Occasionally."

Qin Zhao nodded: "The moon in England does look quite different from the one in China."

The longing for home while gazing at the moon is likely a memory bond that has grown from long-term cultural influence.

She said, "If you want to see the moon in China, I can take a picture for you."

The broadcast started again.

Qin Zhao's heart felt as if it were being chased by some timeline, and it beat twice faster.

"it is good."

Can I have a hug?

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Qin Zhao looked up at him, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

She tilted her head slightly and hugged him.

The airport's loudspeakers continuously broadcast boarding information, and the noise from passengers coming and going was deafening.

Her chin rested on the area below his collarbone.

Shen Yanci looked down at her, his voice gentle: "I was talking about the moon."

"..."

Qin Zhao pursed his lips and was about to stand up straight when he was pulled forward by Qin Zhao's hand and fell back down.

His voice was deep and magnetic: "Even a hug would be fine."

Qin Zhao said he would hug him, and he did, then let go.

Shen Yanci looked at her: "When did you become so obedient?"

She blinked, paused for two seconds, and said with a slightly serious expression, "I respect you." "..."

Shen Yanci raised the corners of his lips, relaxed his brows and eyes, turned his face slightly, and looked at her with a gentle smile.

With a hint of regret in her voice, she said, "We won't see each other for a long time. I thought you would take advantage of me. I was prepared to be taken advantage of if I couldn't resist."

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he lowered his voice and said, "I didn't expect you to have reformed."

"..."

Did she force him?
Qin Zhao was a little doubtful about her image in his eyes. She pursed her lips and deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "Are you looking forward to it?"

Shen Yanci's eyelids snapped shut. His eyes were dark, and he used repetition to indicate a question, saying each word clearly: "Do I expect you to take advantage of me?"

His tone was as innocent as could be, and his eyes deepened.

Qin Zhao said "Oh," and then added, "Maybe next time."

"..."

After joking, Qin Zhao lowered his eyelashes and said, "If you don't want to be in a relationship, stay away from the people who are pursuing you."

Shen Yanci twitched his finger and said in a lazy voice, "If I'm bothered by you every day, I probably won't have the energy to deal with anyone else."

"Then ignore it and focus on your studies." Qin Zhao looked at him and said righteously, "Studies come first."

Shen Yanci replied noncommittally, "And what about you?"

"I'm very busy." Qin Zhao paused for a moment. "You said before that if someone pursues me, I can use you as a shield. If you can't use that anymore, remember to let me know."

She spoke softly, looking up at him with her eyelids raised.

Shen Yanci raised his hand, moved it from her head to her forehead, and gently flicked it.

Qin Zhao clutched his forehead: "It hurts."

"I've never heard you say you were in pain before."

“I’m not the same as before.”

Shen Yanci's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and finally he hummed in agreement: "Even more brittle than before."

He paused, his voice low: "It's good that you know how to cry out in pain."

It's time for him to go.

Qin Zhao lowered his hand from his forehead: "Take care of yourself, send a message when you arrive."

"it is good."

"Have a safe trip."

It was the first time Qin Zhao had come to the airport to see him off, and looking at his retreating figure, she felt a little depressed.

Shen Yanci took two steps, then stopped and turned back: "Take good care of my flowers, they will bloom again."

Qin Zhao nodded: "Okay."

She waved to him, and the light fell on the platinum clasp of the ribbon hair tie, reflecting a dazzling glint.

Qin Zhao has been busy since the start of the semester, as he has to do experiments and read literature for his thesis.

During the break, I visited the set of Lin Shi's film.

When she arrived, Lin Shi was filming.

He stood in front of the green screen, wearing a long black robe embroidered with gold thread. The director beside him was giving him instructions, gesturing wildly: "This is the Demon Lord's most dramatic psychological scene, don't be too handsome!"

The director also figured out his temperament: "You're already handsome enough."

"Now we need to show why he hates, why he is evil. Because he was treated as a bad seed from childhood, bullied by everyone, and suffered the injustice of fate. His mother abandoned him, and his father treated him as a tool. His only companion was his spirit beast, but now even his spirit beast has been tortured to death by those people."

"He felt that the world was utterly corrupt. Since the world had given him hell, he would drag everyone else down with him." The director vividly explained, "Your eyes should first show disbelief and heartache, and then hatred, boundless hatred."

The director was so thirsty from talking that Lin Shi's face was practically screaming "Loading...can't load...crash."

Director: "Is this okay?"

He nodded.

When he stood in front of the camera again, his eyes still conveyed a "you're dead if you mess with me" attitude.

The director touched his nose; he'd wasted his breath.

……

(End of this chapter)