The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Jiang Duo was stunned.

He looked at her, at the undisguised seriousness and composure in her eyes.

She wasn't making excuses or trying to appease him; she was genuinely thinking of his best interests.

She knew he would act impulsively for her, and would do anything for her. So she would rather have Xie Shuheng keep it a secret for her than let him get involved in those dirty things.

She didn't love him.

But it wasn't that she didn't care about him.

Jiang Duo looked at her, the turbulent darkness in his eyes gradually subsided, and he turned around and carefully pulled her into his arms.

"Youyou..." he murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

He didn't say anything, but just called her name softly, again and again.

"long……"

Was he being affectionate with me?

Shen Ci suddenly had this thought, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

She had seen Jiang Duo in so many different ways—obsessive, unreasonable, domineering… but this was the first time she had seen him act so coquettishly.

In the dim light of the car headlights, his head was still resting in the crook of her neck, and the strands of his hair tickled her.

From this angle, his head looks round and rather cute.

In her past life, Shen Ci would read storybooks that her maids would find outside in her boudoir.

They are all stories of talented men and beautiful women, some with happy endings, others with tragic endings—a young lady from a wealthy family is deceived and favored by a poor scholar, ending up in a miserable state.

At the time, she just thought it was stupid. How could those rich young ladies be so easily swayed by a few sweet words?

But at this moment, listening to him softly call her name, his warm breath brushing against the skin of her neck, felt like a feather tickling her heart.

She suddenly realized that what was written in the storybooks wasn't entirely false.

Male beauty is indeed a deadly matter...

Shen Ci had been gone for a long time, but Jiang Duo was still in the car.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging slightly, but he still didn't start the car.

The warm air in the carriage was still blowing gently, but it couldn't dispel the cold, menacing aura emanating from him.

Shen Ci just told him the details of what happened.

He closed his eyes, those images flashing through his mind, the anger in his chest almost burning away his reason.

In other words, Xie Shuheng was able to "handle it lightly"—if it were him, he should have crippled Bai Yifeng's third leg back then.

Bai Yifeng has been abandoned by his family and exiled abroad.

But given the Bai family patriarch's protective nature, that good-for-nothing will still live a carefree life abroad; otherwise, he wouldn't have become so lawless all these years.

Sending someone abroad to keep him company will require some effort; planning, arranging, and handling everything discreetly will all need to be meticulously planned.

He will not let go of anyone else who has hurt Shen Ci.

The Shen family father and daughter had many concerns, so they didn't send Shen Yu to the police station and let her go easily.

But he doesn't.

Anyone who makes Shen Ci's life difficult will suffer for the rest of their life.

Jiang Duo took out his phone, the cold light from the screen reflecting on his face, his eyes surging with ruthlessness.

……

After hanging up the phone, everything returned to calm.

Jiang Duo leaned back in his seat, his gaze passing over the windshield and landing on the twinkling lights of the high-rise buildings.

His leisurely pace.

It looks soft and fluffy, and it has a kind nature.

But when it comes to love and affection, it's hard to let go.

Her heart was like a locked box, the key held in her own hand, and no one else could even peek through the crack in the door.

She didn't fall in love with him, and naturally, she wouldn't easily fall for anyone else, including Xie Shuheng.

This realization should have reassured him, but Jiang Duo felt an emptiness in his chest.

He saw it clearly just now.

Although Xie Shuheng's expression was indifferent, maintaining just the right amount of aloofness and restraint, his gaze towards Shen Ci was anything but innocent.

That's the look a man gives a woman—a look of covetousness, restraint, and an undercurrent of turmoil hidden beneath a composed exterior.

Jiang Duo was all too familiar with that look in his eyes.

Because that's how he looked at Shen Ci.

His gentle nature wouldn't be easily swayed, but what if someone deliberately tried to pry open that lock?

He dared not gamble.

I can't afford to gamble...

in the room

After washing up, Shen Ci sat down at her desk, feeling refreshed and warm.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the souvenir.

This is a gift from the concert organizers to every audience member; it's beautifully packaged.

She reached out and took it, gently opening it. Inside were some small trinkets and a beautifully bound magazine.

She casually flipped it open.

Several photos of boy band members slipped out from between the pages, each in a different pose, with the lighting perfectly balanced.

Some of the outfits in the photos are quite revealing, with midriff-baring, deep V-neck, and strappy designs... large areas of fair skin are exposed in front of the camera, and the poses are also very visually striking.

Shen Ci's fingertips paused for a moment.

As she looked at the photos, Jiang Duo's face involuntarily came to mind.

In fact, none of these men are as good-looking as Jiang Duo.

Moreover, their faces are covered in too much makeup, lacking the natural, masculine beauty of bone structure.

But for some reason, her gaze fell on a certain photo, and she suddenly became lost in thought.

—What would Jiang Duo look like if he wore this unconventional outfit?

The instant that thought popped into her head, a picture actually appeared in her mind:

His usually stern face, paired with such flamboyant and frivolous attire, as he called her name in a coquettish manner...

After thinking for a moment, Shen Ci suddenly shook her head, and the tips of her ears involuntarily turned a thin blush.

No... I can't think about it anymore...

She's a very decent person!

Shen Ci took a deep breath, closed the magazine, stuffed it back into the gift box, then quickly turned off the light and tucked herself into bed.

But when she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Jiang Duo's face, and the way he buried his face in her neck in the car, calling her name in a muffled voice.

Shen Ci didn't sleep well that night.

The dream was bizarre and fantastical, and Jiang Duo stood in the center of that chaos, wearing all sorts of strange clothes—a waist-revealing belted dress, a deep V velvet shirt, tight pants covered in sequins, and even a stage costume that she couldn't see the whole picture of, only feeling that the fabric was pitifully thin.

She was dancing wildly in her dream.

His movements weren't particularly skillful, even showing a hint of awkward stiffness, but the contrast between his cold, stern face and his unrestrained demeanor created a strange and unsettling effect.

As he jumped, he locked his deep eyes on her, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if deliberately teasing her.

It's simply...unbearable to look at.

In her dream, Shen Ci tried to turn around, but found that her limbs were bound by invisible threads and she could not move.

She could only watch helplessly as the figure drew closer and closer, until she could see the fine beads of sweat on his collarbone.

"Youyou," he called her in his dream, his voice low and husky like it was soaked in honey, "Am I pretty...?"