Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

She struggled twice but didn't budge, and her eyes immediately reddened.

"Get out of my way!"

She kicked his shin, leaving a dusty mark on his suit trousers with the sole of her shoe.

"If you dare touch me, I'll jump out of the car!"

Qi Yuge looked down at the ruffled rabbit in his arms and laughed in exasperation.

That smile was both roguish and wicked, with only one corner of his mouth turned up.

"With your level of awareness, you still want to be a mistress?"

Li Yaoyao shoved him hard: "I'm not! You can find whoever you want from now on, I'll stay far away from you!"

"Didn't you provoke me first?"

Qi Yuge pried her hands off her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Huh? Who came up to me first? Who keeps glancing at me? Who keeps trying to ruin my relationship with my girlfriend?"

Li Yaoyao was stubborn, her neck stiffening.

"I didn't! It's all a coincidence!"

Qi Yuge was both annoyed and amused by her stubbornness.

The dim, warm yellow light inside the car shone on her face, and she looked quite angry.

A fine layer of sweat still clung to the tip of his nose.

He involuntarily lowered his head and gently touched the tip of her nose with his lips, wiping away the beads of sweat.

Then, close to her earlobe, his voice suddenly became very low and hoarse.

"Baby, come with me."

"If you don't come with me soon, I'm about to lose my temper."

Li Yaoyao took a moment to react.

Then she spat.

"You scumbag! You're getting engaged to another woman tomorrow, how can you even say that?"

"You know that these kinds of scumbag quotes would get you exposed and cyberbullied online!"

She turned her head to look out the car window.

I arrived home just in time.

She didn't want to talk to idiots anymore.

She thrust her knee upwards, delivering a precise kick to Qi Yuge's thigh.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was in pain and relaxed, she opened the car door, jumped out, grabbed the canvas bag, and rushed into the apartment building without looking back.

Qi Yuge leaned back in his seat, his leg that had been kicked still in the same position.

The spot on my thigh where I was kicked felt faintly numb, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He looked down at the dusty shoe print on his trousers and squinted.

Memories flooded back all at once.

Yujingtai restroom.

The cleaning lady who kicked him into the emergency room.

Same position, same force, same swiftness in kicking and running away.

All the details were pieced together in his mind like a jigsaw puzzle.

Every single one of them is her.

She was involved in every single one of them.

"She also said she had no feelings for me."

He leaned back in his seat, rubbing the spot where she had kicked him.

A confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Li Yaoyao, you love me to death, you little liar."

·

The next day, the Qi and Shen families met at a private estate in the suburbs.

Both sets of parents had a very pleasant conversation.

Shen Qiongluo was dignified and poised, smiling throughout, serving wine and food to the elders of the Qi family, her virtue impeccable.

Qi Yuge leaned back in the main seat, dressed in a suit and tie. Although he raised his glass when he was supposed to and nodded when he was supposed to speak, he was clearly absent-minded and nonchalant.

Amidst clinking glasses and lively conversation, the engagement process proceeded smoothly.

The elders of both families finalized the date and scale of the formal engagement banquet.

Shen Qiongluo's mother couldn't stop smiling, and Qi Zhenhua, unusually, didn't tap the floor with his cane. The atmosphere of the entire dinner was perfect.

It was evening, in a guest room at a suburban manor.

Shen Qiongluo stood in front of the mirror and examined herself.

Tonight she wore a champagne-colored slip dress, the silk fabric clinging to her body and flowing down, revealing glimpses of what should be revealed.

Holding an open bottle of red wine and two crystal glasses, she took a deep breath and pushed open Qi Yuge's door.

We must win him over tonight.

They're about to become engaged; this kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later, so the sooner the better.

She had heard that Qi Yuge was quite adept at this.

Although she was a little scared, she had prepared everything she might need in her bag.

She would unconditionally and viciously cooperate as long as he asked.

She walked to the bedside and sat down, placing the red wine on the coffee table. In a soft, gentle voice, she spoke to the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"We're engaged, shouldn't we celebrate today?"

Qi Yuge was scrolling through his phone, not even lifting his eyelids.

Zhou Huai'an posted a video on his WeChat Moments.

Li Yaoyao played a beautiful game of snooker, and Zhou Huai'an captioned it, "I learned a new technique from my master."

He watched the video three times, taking screenshots each time.

The curve of Li Yaoyao's waist as she bent over to brace herself, the drooping eyelashes as she aimed, the triumphant expression on her face when she straightened up after scoring and made a gesture to Zhou Huai'an.

He saved every screenshot to an encrypted album, and then he also saved the videos.

The more I watch, the more aroused I become, and the more aroused I become, the more I want to watch, like a patient in withdrawal but unable to quit.

He slammed his phone face down on the blanket, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

"You heartless little brat."

Zhou Huai'an is very helpful.

Then he posted another video.

Li Yaoyao and several young men were chatting and laughing around the pool table. One of the young men was teaching her a new movement technique. She looked up and smiled at him. That smile looked bright and natural in the video.

She was completely different from how she pulled his hair and called him a scumbag in the car last night.

She has clearly become completely integrated into that circle.

His desire burned even brighter.

Shen Qiongluo's voice drifted over again, carrying a hint of deliberate coquettishness.

"Husband~~~"

"I'm going to take a shower."

Qi Yuge got up, picked up his phone, and walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Shen Qiongluo's eyes lit up.

This is a signal!

She immediately opened her bag and took out the small candles, the small whip, and several exquisite boxes, placing them on the bed.

Then I made it messy again.

Ensure both visual impact and a sense of ceremony.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Qi Yuge soaked himself in hot water, leaned against the marble wall, swiped his finger across the phone screen, and dialed a number.

Li Yaoyao just arrived home.

She threw the canvas bag onto the sofa and then sprawled out onto the bed in a starfish position.

She was busy all day at the resettlement site, helping Qin Lin take care of several animals and playing ball with Zhou Huai'an. She was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to take a shower.

The phone rang.

She touched it and took a look.

Qi Yuge.

She hesitated for a moment, then swiped to answer the call.

There was no background noise in the receiver, only one person's breathing.

Heavy, scalding breaths, the kind of breath whose temperature you could feel even through a phone call.

Then the owner of that breath spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it were being ground out from the depths of his chest.

"Yaoyao, I miss you so much."

Li Yaoyao sat up in bed, holding her phone, feeling a little lost.

Why is this young master suddenly taking a sentimental turn?