Reborn and awakened, this time I won't be a love-struck fool.

"I won't say anything, just let go." Jiang Fanxing stared at him coldly.

The boy's fingers were long, with distinct knuckles, and very noticeable. He gently stroked Jiang Fanxing's hand, saying, "I'll let go if you tell me."

"I'm not saying anything," Jiang Fanxing said, completely unconvinced. "This is sexual harassment, do you know that?"

"sexual harassment?"

Lin Chuanqiong repeated with a smile, leaning close and speaking in a nonchalant tone, "Then call the police to arrest me, or shout it out right now, either send me to jail or make me the target of public condemnation."

Jiang Fanxing: "..."

She was speechless.

He stared at Lin Chuanqiong's face for a few seconds, scrutinizing him.

Lin Chuanqiong's lips curled up. "What, you've finally realized how handsome I am?"

No, not at all.

Jiang Fanxing said, "I just wanted to see if your skin was real. How can you be so shameless?"

Lin Chuanqiong: "…………"

He was speechless for a few seconds, then quickly said, "You can touch it."

He patiently guided him, saying, "Touch my face carefully to see if it's human skin or fake."

Jiang Fanxing: "..."

They were actually very close to each other, and his cheeks would move when he spoke.

Her skin was in great condition, with no acne and a very fair complexion.

He's undeniably handsome.

"Want to touch me? I washed myself quite clean this morning," he continued to tempt.

"you……"

Jiang Fanxing was so angry she couldn't speak. "Pervert."

"Does liking you make me a pervert?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "I'm so innocent, Jiang."

Jiang Fanxing forcefully pulled her hand away from his, "I still have to work."

"OK."

Lin Chuanqiong was very agreeable this time and released her hand.

He readily bought the car.

From that day on, he frequently drove this car to the place where Jiang Fanxing worked.

They come here every day to make their presence known.

At first, Jiang Fanxing found it annoying.

Because she never believed what Lin Chuanqiong said from beginning to end.

More importantly, their family backgrounds are so different.

Even if they manage to stay together, it will probably end after graduation.

She is rather timid, dislikes the feeling of being abandoned, and hates the end of a relationship.

As winter vacation was nearing its end and the day before school started, light snow began to fall from the sky.

When Jiang Fanxing came out of the filming location, she did not see that familiar car.

She felt a little uncomfortable.

To be precise, it's something I'm not used to.

She waited there for ten minutes before taking her umbrella to the nearest bus stop, boarding a bus to return to school.

She thought, habits are a terrible thing.

She actually developed a dependence on this person.

She ate dinner off-campus, went back to her dorm, lay in bed, scrolled through her phone, and felt very down.

Until I received a message from Lin Chuanqiong.

He shamelessly added Jiang Fanxing on WeChat.

Lin Chuanqiong: [I had an all-night dinner party last night and only went to sleep this morning. I set two alarms but couldn't get up (crying) (crying) (crying)]

Lin Chuanqiong: [Don't be angry, I'll definitely come to see you tomorrow.]

Undeniably, seeing his explanation greatly improved Jiang Fanxing's depressed mood.

Like a frog being slowly boiled in water, she was already cooked long ago.

It just hadn't been discovered before.

Realizing this, she suddenly felt a sense of panic.

She's already used to seeing this person every day. What will she do if she gets more and more involved?

Jiang Fanxing is a very slow-to-warm-up person. She knows herself very well. If she warms up in a relationship, it's like handing over her right to breathe and her joys and sorrows to the other person.

She will be anxious and insecure, and will pay excessive attention to this person.

If the other party ignores her, her life will collapse.

This can't go on any longer.

She hugged her pillow, looked down, and replied, "No need."

Lin Chuanqiong: [? Are you angry?]

Jiang Fanxing: [No, I'm happy.]

Lin Chuanqiong: [What are you so happy about?]

Jiang Fanxing: [I'm glad you didn't come. Finally, no one's bothering me anymore.]

Lin Chuanqiong: [?]

Looking at the question mark, Jiang Fanxing pursed her lips and replied with a question mark.

Lin Chuanqiong: 【…I'm sorry, I was wrong. I promise I'll go to bed early and get up early to find you from now on.】

Jiang Fanxing: [No need, I already have someone I like.]

Lin Chuanqiong: [Who?]

Jiang Fanxing lied and said, "A senior student in the student council."

After the message was sent, there was no reply.

She waited for two minutes, thinking Lin Chuanqiong wouldn't reply, but then he called her directly.

Jiang Fanxing was stunned for a moment, feeling her phone getting hot to the touch. She pursed her lips, not daring to answer.

After the call automatically ended, another call came in very quickly.

Jiang Fanxing slowly exhaled and answered the call.

She placed her phone far away from herself and answered it cautiously.

"Feed?"

Lin Chuanqiong spoke slowly, showing no sign of anger, "You really have someone you like?"

"Um……"

Worried that she wasn't firm enough, Jiang Fanxing added, "It's really happening."

"Oh...so are you two together now?" Lin Chuanqiong continued to ask.

"no."

Jiang Fanxing felt guilty. "He hasn't agreed to be with me yet."

"Oh..." Lin Chuanqiong seemed to chuckle. "Since you two aren't dating right now, it means I still have a chance. There's still a chance between us."

"..."

Jiang Fanxing never expected that he would actually utter such a sentence.

After a two-second pause, she quickly added, "But I already have someone I like."

"You like him now, but you can't be sure you'll like him in the future," Lin Chuanqiong said dismissively. "Why narrow your path?"

Jiang Fanxing: "...Nonsense."

A bunch of fallacies.

"What kind of twisted logic is that?" Lin Chuanqiong said. "Why aren't you two together? Is it because he doesn't like you?"

No, I don't know.

Jiang Fanxing quickly said, "I haven't confessed yet, I don't know if he likes me."

Lin Chuanqiong: "Then go and confess your feelings to him now."

Jiang Fanxing: "...Too early."

"It's too early," Lin Chuanqiong said. "If he doesn't have feelings for you, you should just throw yourself into my arms."

Jiang Fanxing: "..."

She lay down on the bed, feeling that she couldn't explain herself to this person anymore.

The logic is moving, the thinking is moving.

"...Why aren't you saying anything?" Lin Chuanqiong asked lazily.

He seemed to be walking around the house, and finally took a sip of water.

"I...I have nothing to say to you." Jiang Fanxing couldn't argue with him, nor did she have his thick skin.

"If there's nothing else to say, then let's date." Lin Chuanqiong laughed. "I'll cherish you, I'll only be good to you, I won't bully you, and I won't let anyone else bully you. If you want the stars or the moon, I can run to the sky and pluck them down for you."

Jiang Fanxing: "..."

Her cheeks were burning hot, and she said, trying to suppress her embarrassment, "I'm hanging up."

"Then remember to think about what I'm talking about."

He lowered his voice again, "Actually, I don't mind being your mistress, or we can talk about it first, and if you get together with him, we can break up."

Jiang Fanxing: "…………Is this even human language?"

"I am a human being, so of course I speak human language."

He sighed. "If you mind, then I'll wait a little longer."

Jiang Fanxing didn't want to hear a word he said and hung up the phone abruptly.

He was bombarded with questions from Lin Chuanqiong that very night.

Posts from various marketing accounts and public accounts.

University is the stage where you should enjoy free love the most.

—Everyone should cherish their teenage years, because they will never come back.

Jiang Fanxing couldn't help but say, "Aren't you twenty years old today?"

Lin Chuanqiong: [Yeah, so I've already missed it, but you can't miss it yet.]

Jiang Fanxing: "..."

She was speechless.

And so, the two remained entangled until the end of Jiang Fanxing's second year of university.

At that time, Lin Chuanqiong had been pursuing her for a whole year.

His attitude was no different from before.

That day, she went to work part-time tutoring a junior high school student in math. After finishing the afternoon, she came out of the neighborhood and it was snowing heavily.

The nearest ride-hailing service requires a wait of more than forty minutes.

She stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus.

The night was dim and yellow when an unfamiliar sports car stopped in front of her.

The car window rolled down, and the young man said leisurely, "It's my new car, isn't it nice?"

There are actually clues to why this person is rumored to be a playboy.

He changes his sports car every week, his clothes every day, and never wears the same watch, ring, or necklace twice.

He seems very fickle; he'd probably change girlfriends even faster.

"……nice."

Lin Chuanqiong has asked this question at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand.

Every time Jiang Fanxing answered "okay" or "not good-looking," Lin Chuanqiong would go and get another car, saying that the landlady wasn't satisfied.

Jiang Fanxing has learned her lesson and now only dares to answer "It looks good".

Lin Chuanqiong raised his chin. "I'll ask you one more time: will you accept my confession or not?"

As he spoke, one hand rested on the steering wheel, his diamond watch sparkling.

The dim streetlights illuminated the fine snow falling from the sky, while the traffic on the road became mere background to the snow.

Seeing that Jiang Fanxing didn't speak, he smiled and said, "If you promise me, I'll take you back."

Jiang Fanxing stared at him intently. "Okay."

Lin Chuanqiong acted as if he couldn't understand human speech, "I was just kidding. Even if you don't agree, I'll still take you back. It's my honor."

Jiang Fanxing got into the passenger seat with her backpack on.

It wasn't until she fastened her seatbelt that Lin Chuanqiong seemed to come to his senses. "What...what did you just say?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

Jiang Fanxing smiled faintly, wearing a white cotton-padded jacket, a light blue scarf, and a simple ponytail, looking as fresh as a lotus emerging from clear water. "I said, I promise you."

There is currently no one else in the world who would come to pick her up on a snowy day.

She mustered her courage and said, "Although many people think I'm delusional and greedy for wealth, I still want to try with you. I believe in you."

Lin Chuanqiong stared at her blankly for a long time before he could find his voice again.

He was usually glib and smooth-talking, but at this moment he was as clumsy as a fool, repeating over and over, "I will always like you, I will be good to you."

He was absolutely right.

He truly proved this statement with his life.

Whether it was when their relationship was exposed and Wu Mingzhen came to Lin Chuanqiong's door, threatening him with shares, or when most people in Beijing didn't think highly of them and always treated it as a joke, no matter what, they were still together.

He did not waver.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Now their daughter is getting married.

The two remained devoted to each other, sharing a deep understanding and commitment.

Before his daughter returned, Lin Chuanqiong reached out and squeezed Jiang Fanxing's hand. "That's nice."

Jiang Fanxing looked at him with a smile, "What's so good about it?"

"I want to grow old with you," he whispered. "With you, I'm not afraid of death."

"Me too." She squeezed his hand in return.

Without you, this life would be far too long.

-

Lin Wu entered the room.

Lin Chuanqiong quickly stood up to greet her, took the bag from his daughter, hung it up beside her, and asked with concern, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten." Lin Wu rubbed her stomach.

Lin Chuanqiong: "What did you eat?"

"Hot pot." Lin Wu sat down on the sofa and watched her mother arrange flowers.

The hot pot was ordered as takeout and delivered to my door.

The four of them ate together.

Lin Xun finally finished filming his last drama, so he no longer had to control his weight and ate to his heart's content. Lin Si Ruiping is like a reincarnated starving ghost.

"Did Wangwang bring you back?" Jiang Fanxing raised her hand and pinched her daughter's cheek.

"Yes," Lin Wu said carelessly, "He was urging me to come back, saying that if I came any later, Dad would get worried."

Lin Chuanqiong coughed.

Jiang Fanxing smiled and said, "Your dad is such a jealous person."

……

the other side.

Rose Garden.

Xu Jingwang changed his shoes; the living room was empty.

The maid next to them said, "The master and mistress are in the movie theater."

Xu Jingwang had no choice but to go to the family movie theater again.

As soon as the door opened, Song Zhi was sitting on the sofa with Xu Pan in his arms, watching a movie, covered with a blanket, looking extremely comfortable.

Song Zhi glanced at him, waved his hand, and said, "Get out, get out. Don't disturb my time with your mother."

Xu Pan secretly pinched him.

Song Zhi gasped, but he didn't show it.

Xu Jingwang was speechless for a moment, and after two seconds, he said, "The designer messaged me and asked me to ask you what you're not satisfied with. She's already revised it three times."

Song Zhi said meaningfully, "Does she really not know what I'm dissatisfied with?"

Xu Jingwang: "..."

Xu Pan: "Those two outfits? I think they both look pretty good."

"What's so good about it?" Song Zhi said confidently. "I made it very clear to her from the very beginning that we should be a couple so that others can tell at a glance that we are husband and wife. The patterns and designs should complement each other."

Xu Jingwang: "..."

He took a bottle of water from the freezer next to him, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

Xu Pan: "...Does it really have to be this way?"

The designer initially took on the task of designing Lin Wu's wedding dress. The designer was very famous in the industry and produced two designs, both of which Lin Wu was very satisfied with.

In fact, the first version received unanimous praise from Xu Pan and Jiang Fanxing.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi hired a designer to design his and Xu Pan's wedding attire.

To his surprise, he was dissatisfied with several of the proposed solutions offered.

After taking a sip of ice water, Xu Jingwang said calmly, "It's my wedding, not yours."

"Exactly." Xu Pan tugged at his clothes. "I think those previous drawings were pretty good."

Can you please stop singing and dancing here, complaining about this and that?