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"Huanhuan..."

When Xie Qingshi met the girl's gaze, his feelings were indescribably complicated.

As if afraid he would refuse, Sang Huan rushed over again, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and kissed his lips haphazardly. Her soft, sweet voice was muffled and cloying, with a barely perceptible plea.

"Qingshi, please don't reject me, okay? My baby Qingshi~"

Her sweet, sticky voice was like honey, making the man's heart tremble and soften at the same time.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably from the girl's haphazard kisses, and he felt somewhat helpless, but the curve of his thin lips couldn't help but rise because of the words "Qing Shi baby".

"I won't refuse, I like Huanhuan too."

"Really?"

"real."

Meeting those bright, clear eyes, Xie Qingshi nodded.

"But Huanhuan, don't be in such a hurry, okay? Once I've sorted everything out, I'll give you whatever you want."

"But……"

"Five at most—no, three days. I'll make the most of these three days and get everything sorted out. Huanbao can have whatever she wants then, just three days. Trust me, Huanbao."

"Really?"

Sang Huan leaned most of her body over the driver's seat, and worried that she would be uncomfortable, the man's large hand held the girl's slender waist to help support her.

The man's fingertips were burning hot, and through the thin fabric, he could almost feel the girl's soft, smooth skin.

Meeting those slightly dim, clear eyes, his heart clenched, and his voice, hoarse and low, delivered an extremely firm assurance.

"real."

After saying that, Xie Qingshi could no longer hold back. He pulled out his large hand and pressed it against the back of the girl's head. A fierce and hot kiss landed directly on her, taking her already rosy and beautiful lips into his mouth and sucking them gently.

When they parted again, the girl's lips had a glossy sheen, as if she had applied a layer of lip rouge, making them appear rosy and supple. Her long, delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, their roots damp with a faint mist, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a thin red. Her brows were slightly furrowed, making her unbelievably beautiful.

Xie Qingshi moved his large hand slightly closer to the girl's fair cheek, and gently placed his rough, calloused thumb on her soft, red lips, pressing lightly.

"Trust me, Huanhuan."

"it is good."

Sang Huan stared at him blankly for a moment, then finally nodded with pursed lips.

The atmosphere inside the car was thick and ambiguous...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After the girl got off the bus and watched her figure gradually disappear from sight, Xie Qingshi finally looked away.

The faint fragrance unique to the girl wafted through the car, and the scene of their kiss kept replaying in his mind.

Xie Qingshi closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat for a moment, savoring the moment. The surging, unbearable heat gradually subsided over time.

He opened his eyes, picked up his phone from beside him with his long, slender fingers, dialed the number, and the person on the other end answered quickly.

"Hey, Qingshi, what's wrong?"

"Mom, what's the deal with the marriage agreement from the Tang family?"

"Oh, it's only been a few hours... how about..."

"Mom," Xie Qingshi abruptly interrupted the other person, then said calmly, "I forced myself on that girl."

"What!?"

Xie's mother's usually gentle voice suddenly rose in pitch, and for a moment she thought she had misheard, "Qingshi, are you lying to your mother?"

"No, Mom, I went on a date with her this morning... You know, I've been single for over 20 years, so it's inevitable that I'll act impulsively... Now that it's happened, I can't just keep dragging it out."

Xie Qingshi wasn't in a hurry for the other person to answer; he lowered his eyes and spoke patiently.

"Moreover, I forced her; she kept crying."

Quiet, a long period of quiet.

After a long while, Xie's mother finally came to her senses. Her tone was somewhat complicated, and her voice carried a hint of reproach.

"Qing Shi, how could you do this..."

She never imagined that her seemingly aloof and cold son would act this way when he met someone he liked…

brute.

Xie Qingshi remained unfazed.

"She's so well-behaved, it's normal that I couldn't resist."

This statement is even more beastly.

Xie's mother's expression became even more complicated, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the phone a little.

She took a deep breath, and it was her upbringing that made her suppress the urge to curse.

"Understood. I'll discuss it with your father now, and we'll break off the engagement with the Tang family later."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Xie's mother sat in a chair and rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Then, she called her husband.

"Hey, Lao Xie, about the marriage with the Tang family..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After resolving the matter, Xie Qingshi put away his phone and was about to turn his car around and leave when, as if remembering something, he picked up his phone again.

After opening the contact list and confirming the target, I immediately went to their profile and blocked/deleted them all in one go.

After finishing all this, Xie Qingshi put down his phone, turned his car around, and drove away.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A smile played on Sang Huan's lips as she walked briskly toward her dormitory.

She was overjoyed to have inhaled the fragrant good fortune; even though it was only a little, it was enough to satisfy the little dodder flower.

After all, things should be done step by step, shouldn't they?

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Sang Huan was stunned by the blindingly bright transfer notification as soon as she turned on the screen.

Xie Qingshi: Transferred 131400 yuan

Xie Qingshi: Transferred 99999 yuan

Xie Qingshi: Transferred 52000 yuan

……

All in all, it amounts to around 500,000.

Sang Huan's eyes lit up even more, and while she was happy, she didn't forget to reply to the message with composure.

Huanhuan: Why did you transfer so much money to me?

Xie Qingshi: Huanbao's allowance is free; she can buy whatever she likes.

She replied instantly!

Huanhuan: But isn't this too much?

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Xie Qingshi: No, as long as Huanbao doesn't think it's too little.

Xie Qingshi: Kitten Peeks Out with its Face Up.JPG

Xie Qingshi: I saw that your phone was accidentally dropped at the movie theater, so I bought you a new XX phone, pink. Do you like this color? (Screenshot)

Huanhuan: Tom is shocked.jpg

Xie Qingshi: No refusal allowed

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Looking at the cow emoji, Sang Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She smiled and picked up her phone to press the microphone button.

"Okay, I won't refuse~ Qing Shi baby is so good~ Kisses~"

Her sweet, sticky voice, with a slight upward inflection at the end, makes it impossible not to soften one's heart.

Hearing this, Xie Qingshi couldn't help but smile, and mimicking the other person's tone, he pressed the microphone and sent a message.

"Hello Huanhuan baby, kisses~"

His clear, deep voice carried a tender, lingering quality that made one's ears itch uncontrollably.

Sang Huan felt a flush rise to her face from the teasing, a thin layer of rouge gradually spreading across her cheeks. Her large, dark eyes glanced around guiltily, and only after confirming that no one had noticed did she quickly begin typing.

Huanhuan: No using your phone while driving!

Huanhuan: Puppy baring its teeth in warning.JPG

Upon seeing this message, Xie Qingshi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Xie Qingshi: Okay~ I'll listen to Huanbao~

Xie Qingshi: Kitten tilting its head back and peeking out.JPG

Before I could even exit the chat, a phone call popped up.

After seeing the contact name clearly, Xie Qingshi swiped to answer the call. Before he could ask what the other party wanted, the person's excited voice rang out.

"Hey bro, bro, let me tell you, I brought my girlfriend shopping this afternoon, and guess who I just saw?! Wow, that was amazing!?"

"who!"

"Your fiancée, Tang Yueying!" She was actually shopping with a man at the mall! Looks like her kept man! Everyone in the industry said this Miss Tang was quite the womanizer, and it seems it's true. Old Xie, you'd better watch out, or you might get cuckolded!

When Xie Qingshi heard the name "Tang Yueying," his brows furrowed. He was about to hang up when her next words made him stop.

His fingers were slightly bent, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the steering wheel. He softened his tone, a rare occurrence for him.

"Rin, do me a favor."

"What? Just say it's not murder or arson."

"Take a picture for me, and while you're at it..."