The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

Xu Qinghe's farewell got stuck in her throat, and her whole body stiffened.

The rain had soaked her hair and slid down her forehead. Tears mingled with the rain in her eyes, making it impossible to distinguish which drop was rain and which was tear.

She never expected that after preparing for a complete farewell, she would receive such a glimmer of hope.

The bitterness in my heart was instantly replaced by a sudden surge of joy, but this joy was tinged with uncertainty.

Xu Qinghe clutched the hem of her clothes, but still mustered her courage, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and a slight tremor.

"Really? Uncle!"

As Qin Mao watched her gradually getting soaked by the rain, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. Remembering Qin Zheng's urging on the phone, he finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Just consider it a favor to appease my dad. I'll thank you later."

He deliberately emphasized the word "dealing with," as if he were making excuses for himself, or as if he were reminding Xu Qinghe that this was just a charade and had nothing to do with feelings.

Xu Qinghe knew in her heart that this might just be a temporary measure on his part, but she still couldn't bear to refuse.

Even if it's just a brief moment of companionship, even if it's just a fake act, she wants to seize this last bit of opportunity related to him.

She sniffed, wiped the rain from her face, forced a smile, and said casually, "Okay, I'll help you."

Qin Mao breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the black coat, got out of the car, walked quickly to her, and draped the coat over Xu Qinghe's shoulders.

"How could you be so stupid? Didn't you know how to find shelter from the rain?"

The words of reproach, however, carried no hint of blame; instead, they conveyed concern and disdain.

Xu Qinghe pressed down on her coat, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against Qin Mao's large hand. Her heart fluttered again, and she lowered her head, responding shyly.

The two retreated to the eaves of the small shop.

The rain in front of us was getting heavier, pattering on the steaming road surface and creating wisps of mist.

The smell of water vapor mixed with dust was pungent.

Which floor do you live on?

"Third floor."

"Are there eaves along the road providing shelter from the rain?"

Seeing Xu Qinghe shake her head, Qin Mao turned and walked into the convenience store.

Seeing the old man half-asleep in the recliner, he walked up to him and asked softly, "Uncle, do you have an umbrella in the shop? Can I borrow it for a bit? I'm taking my girlfriend upstairs, I'll return it to you in a little while."

Although the voice was soft, Xu Qinghe outside the shop kept a close eye on Qin Mao's movements. Hearing the word "girlfriend," she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

"Yes." The old man stood up and pulled out a neatly folded short umbrella from under the counter.

Qin Mao took the umbrella, thanked him, and then walked out of the store.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

The umbrella was a bit small, and Qin Mao's large frame took up most of the space.

Xu Qinghe smiled mischievously, "Uncle, you're my boyfriend now."

After asserting her dominance, she reached out and took his strong arm, walking slowly into the residential area alongside Qin Mao, who exuded a warm masculine aura.

Qin Mao stiffened slightly, but after hearing "He's my boyfriend," he relaxed without any qualms.

However, his deliberate turning of his face ultimately revealed his awkwardness in not being used to the current relationship.

"Uncle, come in and sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water," Xu Qinghe said with a smile as she opened the door.

"Hmm," Qin Mao said, stepping into the house.

The old, dilapidated rental room was cramped and run-down, with visible cracks in the plaster on the walls. The corridor was so narrow that only one person could walk through at a time.

To his surprise, the room was neatly organized, with no trace of dirt or mess.

Despite the cramped living space, it was so clean that it made one feel comfortable.

Qin Mao hesitated for a moment, then, remembering Qin Zheng's questioning, he still felt embarrassed to speak up and said, "Do you have a hairdryer at home? Dry your hair and take some pictures for me later so I can report back to my family."

"Yes, sir, please have some water and wait a moment."

The hum of a hairdryer could be heard from inside the room.

A few minutes later, Xu Qinghe stood at the bedroom door and smiled at Qin Mao, saying, "Uncle, the lighting in the living room isn't very good. Why don't you come inside and take the picture?"

Qin Mao glanced at the girl standing at the door. Her clothes weren't particularly revealing. Looking at the lighting in the living room, it was indeed rather dim.

It was probably just for taking better photos.

He reminded himself of this, then nodded, got up, and went into the girl's bedroom.

A quick glance around revealed a clean and simple room with a distinctly girlish feel.

He coughed lightly, looking slightly awkward, and hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "Could we... take a few slightly more intimate photos?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qinghe's lips curved into a sweet smile, and she nodded without hesitation, "Of course, Uncle. Since we're going to pretend to be a couple, we should make it as realistic as possible, right?"

As she spoke, she gestured for Qin Mao to sit on the edge of the bed.

Qin Mao sat upright on the edge of the girl's bed.

Xu Qinghe walked over slowly and nestled gently into his arms, resting her head obediently on his shoulder, her posture intimate and natural.

Qin Mao's heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously reached out his large hand to gently embrace her slender and soft waist, his body becoming even more tense.

The two took several photos together, the atmosphere quiet yet ambiguous.

Seeing that Qin Mao wanted to get up, Xu Qinghe's cunning eyes darted around, and she spoke in a serious tone.

"Uncle, this group photo is a bit thin. If your family questions whether you just had someone take it, it won't be convincing. How about we take another set?"

Qin Mao thought about it and agreed. "Then how should we film it?"

He had barely asked the question when Xu Qinghe pulled him down onto the bed.

Before Qin Mao could react, she had already sat sideways on his waist and abdomen, her hair falling gently and brushing against his cheek, making his cheek slightly itchy, and even causing a tingling and restless feeling in his heart.

Xu Qinghe is bold and flamboyant. Under the guise of pretending to be a girlfriend, she unabashedly releases the long-suppressed affection in her heart.

She only wanted to greedily get close to Qin Mao and possess him during this fake relationship; the closer they were, the more satisfied she would be.

"Uncle, relax a little, don't be so tense." Xu Qinghe looked down at Qin Mao beneath her and reminded him with a smile, "Don't look surprised and stiff. Be more natural, gentler in your eyes, and you can even have a little bit of... lust. That way, the photos will look more real, and your family won't suspect anything."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mao also felt that what she said made sense.

He kept telling himself that it was just acting, just helping to pretend to be a couple, and that he didn't need to be too reserved; it was all fake.

He forced down his panic, slowly relaxed his tense body, his embarrassed expression softened, and he looked calmly and smilingly at the girl sitting on his lap.

The close eye contact made the air thick and ambiguous.

Xu Qinghe felt his burning breath on her face, a faint smile on her lips, her fingertips unconsciously landing lightly on Qin Mao's chest, slowly circling, teasing him without restraint.

The tingling sensation in his chest instantly disrupted Qin Mao's thoughts.

He snapped back to reality, his heart tightening. He quickly reached out and grabbed Xu Qinghe's restless little hand, his voice deep and restrained, "Alright, that's enough, no need to film anymore."

God knows how hard he gripped the ground with his legs and buttocks to suppress the evil thoughts and restlessness in his heart.

Just then, the pattering rain outside the window gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining into the small bedroom and falling on the two of them, outlining their soft silhouettes.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, carrying the moist scent of grass and trees into the house.

What was originally just a pretense has blossomed into a new relationship between the two after such close and intimate contact.

There's a hint of it growing out of control...