It fell from his fingertips

The Haicheng project was indeed very busy. Zhou Jinbai left early and returned late almost every day, and Tang Luoqing would bring him a loving lunch every day at noon, and occasionally add afternoon tea. The days passed quickly.

Aside from delivering meals, Tang Luoqing mainly stayed in the hotel to paint, or occasionally traveled around Haicheng. Whenever she came across a beautiful place or a place that inspired her, she would stop and paint.

The eastern part of Haicheng is close to the sea, which is Tang Luoqing's favorite place.

It's just that the weather is too cold, so Tang Luoqing prefers to come and sketch in the morning.

First, she strolled slowly along the shore. When she got tired, Tang Luoqing sat down in front of a simple easel and began to paint.

Tang Luoqing hasn't painted many pictures of the sea, but he has seen many. The one that impressed him the most was the painting Zhou Jinbai painted when he was twenty years old, which he saw in Grandpa Lu's studio by the sea last time.

She regretted not being able to participate in Zhou Jinbai's twentieth birthday celebration, and also regretted not being able to see Zhou Jinbai paint in person.

Looking at the azure sea on the canvas, Tang Luoqing's thoughts drifted away. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Zhou Jinbai, the former pride of the art festival, were to paint a picture of her someday.

She was really looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, Zhou Jinbai has been too busy lately.

She wanted him to relax, but the previous problems with the project required a lot of time and energy to fix, and she couldn't hold him back, so she could only work hard without bothering him.

Tang Luoqing glanced at the time on her phone; it was almost lunchtime, so she decided to pack up her half-finished painting, buy some of Zhou Jinbai's favorite foods, and send them over as a love-filled bento box.

But when I turned around, I saw a familiar figure.

She had assumed Zhou Jinbai would be at the project site dealing with work issues, but he was now sitting on a stool, holding a paintbrush in his right hand, intently staring at the easel in front of him. He was focused on drawing something on the paper. When he looked up and saw Tang Luoqing looking at him, he didn't stop drawing immediately. Instead, he continued drawing for a while before putting down the paintbrush, standing up from the stool, and coming to Tang Luoqing. He then took the hand of Tang Luoqing, who was slightly stunned by his surprise.

"You're already stunned?"

Zhou Jinbai lowered his head, his forehead touching Tang Luoqing's, his nose brushing against hers, his voice clear and melodious: "Am I that good-looking?"

Two questions in a row left Tang Luoqing both amused and exasperated, and she finally came to her senses that the person standing in front of her was indeed Zhou Jinbai.

It was Zhou Jinbai, who put down his paintbrush and focused on the business world after the age of twenty; it was Zhou Jinbai, who won an international award at the age of twenty but could no longer pick up his beloved paintbrush; it was Zhou Jinbai, whom she thought would be hard to see painting again.

Tang Luoqing felt a mix of emotions, but upon closer examination, she realized that she was more moved than surprised.

"My boyfriend is handsome, of course."

Tang Luoqing smiled faintly, tilted her head slightly, kissed Zhou Jinbai's lips, and added, "Zhou Jinbai, you are the most handsome."

Before she could finish speaking, her soft lips were sealed with his, and the man deepened the kiss.

Their breaths mingled and intertwined. After a long while, Tang Luoqing was finally able to catch her breath and asked Zhou Jinbai, "What is that painting? Me?"

"Um."

Zhou Jinbai's voice was slightly hoarse as he led Tang Luoqing to the easel.

Tang Luoqing's breath hitched.

In the drawing, she sits by the azure sea, the warm sun casting a dazzling light on the water, making it sparkle and shine brightly, and also casting a golden glow on her black hair.

She appears relaxed and carefree in the painting. The sea is only half-painted, and the painter seems to have already begun to wander in a dreamlike state.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

Zhou Jinbai wrapped his arms around Tang Luoqing's waist from behind, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, and spoke while his warm breath tickled her earlobe.

In addition, perhaps because of the intense kiss just now, Zhou Jinbai's voice was slightly hoarse, which made people's imaginations run wild.

Tang Luoqing's legs felt a little weak.

She swallowed hard, turned her head, and smiled, "I was just thinking about when I'd see you paint again, and then I turned around and saw you. Zhou Jinbai, how do you understand me so well?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jinbai's lips curled up slightly: "If I truly understand you, then I... hope that what follows will also be something you like."

Tang Luoqing was puzzled, but then she saw Zhou Jinbai, who had been holding her, slowly release her, kneel down on one knee, take out a ring from his pocket, look up at her, and say, "Tang Luoqing, I love you, and I only love you. Will you... marry me?"

Tang Luoqing was slightly taken aback.

She had always fantasized that Zhou Yanchen would propose to her, but all he ever brought her was deception and hurt. She never expected that it would be Zhou Jinbai who would propose to her.

but……

Tang Luoqing hesitated.

Although she does like Zhou Jinbai now, she doesn't plan to get married so soon.

Zhou Jinbai seemed to have figured something out, but he didn't press the matter. He slowly stood up and said gently, "If you're not ready, then I'll wait until you're ready and willing to marry me."

Tang Luoqing stared at Zhou Jinbai for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Zhou Jinbai understands her too well.

Many times, she doesn't need to say anything; Zhou Jinbai already knows what she wants.

I have never forced her to do anything, except for that one time when she crossed the line at the very beginning.

Strictly speaking, that time it wasn't so much that he forced her, but rather... seduction.

But ultimately, it's because he understands her so well that he knows which methods are most effective for her.

Tang Luoqing couldn't help but ask, "Zhou Jinbai, what if one day you don't like me anymore...?"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were forcefully sealed by the man.

After a long silence, when Tang Luoqing was almost speechless, the man finally spoke in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? Anyway, you are now the actual controlling shareholder of the Zhou Group. Even if I'm worried, it's me worrying about being kicked out one day for upsetting my Luoqing, right?"

Tang Luoqing was successfully amused: "Aren't you afraid your parents will be angry if they find out about this?"

After all, such a large company could just give it away like that, and all that money ended up being hers.

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Jinbai shrugged nonchalantly: "They can't be angry. After all, if I hadn't taken over the company nine years ago, the Zhou Group would have disappeared long ago, let alone shares."

Tang Luoqing was speechless.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Jinbai from nine years ago.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

Zhou Jinbai bent down, leaned close to Tang Luoqing's ear, and whispered, "Then... shall we go home?"

Once Zhou Jinbai speaks in this way and in this voice, Tang Luoqing knows that this man is definitely up to something again.

But the problem is...

"Wait, aren't you at work? What are you doing here?"