His physiological preference

The fixed assets she currently possesses—the apartment in Shengshi Tianxi given to her by Qin Yushang, the valuable jade bracelet given to her by Qin's grandmother, the jewelry that Qin Yuzheng occasionally gives her, plus the expensive items that Qin's mother just gave her—are enough for her to buy several apartments in Haicheng.

She didn't actually have much savings. She had worked hard to save for over a year, and with the money she had earned from high-end custom-made items in the past few months, she only had a little over 100,000 yuan.

The road ahead is long, and it's always good to have more cash on hand. Yang Zhiyan nodded. "Okay."

Qin Yuzheng picked up his phone and dialed Qin Yushang's number. The phone rang three or four times before being answered.

Qin Yushang's voice carried a sense of helplessness; he knew his brother couldn't be looking for anything good in the middle of the night.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Qin Yuzheng spoke casually.

"Your mom gave Yan Yan a few cars today. Help her convert them into cash."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if my mom wasn't your mom?

"Wait a minute," Qin Yushang's voice rose, "Brother, you mean I should pay for my own car?"

Qin Yuzheng did not answer. Silence meant consent. Qin Yushang took a deep breath on the other end of the line.

Both Qin Yuzheng and Qin Yushang knew that Qin Yushang had bought those cars.

Shen Yu likes nice cars. After all, Qin Yushang grew up by her side, and Shen Yu really doted on her, so Qin Yushang was very generous to her and often gave her cars, which she would drive in different cars, just like changing clothes.

Today it's a BMW, tomorrow a Mercedes, and the day after a Porsche.

Qin Yushang opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

He knew his brother's temper; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

"Okay." Qin Yushang's voice was dry. "I'll have my secretary handle it."

Qin Yuzheng hung up the phone, placed it on the coffee table, and looked at Yang Zhiyan.

She was staring blankly at the three car keys on the coffee table, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Qin Yuzheng placed his hand on her cheek and gently stroked it.

"Baby, you'll have to support me from now on." His tone was slightly coquettish, which was quite out of character for him. "You're much richer than me now."

Yang Zhiyan turned to look at him. "How could that be? Didn't Ayan say you were very rich?"

Qin Yuzheng leaned back on the sofa, his hand still gently stroking the back of her neck.

"I do own quite a few properties, most of which were transferred to me by my grandmother. I also have some savings, mostly from dividends given to me by Ah Shang. These will gradually be transferred to your name in the future."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You know, my status doesn't allow me to have too much wealth."

Yang Zhiyan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite. She didn't really understand these things, but she sensed the meaning behind his words: he was planning their future.

"Why is it okay to own property under my name now, but not later?"

Qin Yuzheng thought for a moment, how should he explain it to her? Of course, it was to put her at ease and give her full control of the finances.

He looked at her, his gaze earnest and sincere.

"I'll be in a higher position in the future, and then the source of every penny will be magnified. It's better for me to transfer things to you now than for them to be brought up later."

Yang Zhiyan understood, but not completely.

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Qin Yuzheng hinted that they had more important things to do.

Yang Zhiyan blushed. She instantly understood what she meant; had she become Big Yellow Girl now too?

The two hadn't seen each other for half a month. He had been too busy since he left last time and couldn't find the time to meet on weekends.

Yang Zhiyan was pleasantly surprised to see him at the competition today.

It's Friday night now, tomorrow is Saturday, and the day after tomorrow is Sunday. They plan to spend two days in Beijing and then return to Haicheng together on Sunday night.

Qin Yuzheng's hand had already slid from her shoulder to her waist.

He leaned closer, and she could smell his scent. Clean and refreshing.

Yang Zhiyan reached out and pushed him, but he didn't budge.

Qin Yuzheng's lips touched her earlobe, and he whispered his longing.

"Baby, I miss you."

Yang Zhiyan's body went limp.

I don't know if it was his words that softened her or his breath that made her soften.

His breath brushed against her earlobe, causing Yang Zhiyan to shudder.

Then the two kissed. When he released her lips, Yang Zhiyan's face was flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen from his kiss.

Her cheeks turned crimson, her ear tips became rosy, and her throat felt a little dry.

Qin Yuzheng was extremely handsome, with deep and sharp features, tall and upright, with broad and firm shoulders and back, smooth lines full of power. Every move he made exuded the aura of a noble and reserved superior, wild and domineering.

What followed were both shameful and touching memories.

Yang Zhiyan was lifted off the sofa by Qin Yuzheng. The valuable gifts on the coffee table were swept aside, and the car keys fell to the ground, making a crisp sound as the metal struck the floor tiles.

When he put her on the bed, the sheets were cold, but his body was warm; the two temperatures battled against each other.

Qin Yuzheng's lips kissed her entire body.

I was tossed about by his rhythm, like a small boat tossed about in the waves, without direction or rudder, only able to go with the waves.

Finally, he whispered in her ear, his breath quickening, how much he loved her.

The next morning, Yang Zhiyan was woken up by a notification that her mobile banking account had received a deposit.

The phone vibrated on the bedside table, and the screen lit up. She groggily opened one eye, reached for the phone, and saw the numbers displayed. Her eyes snapped open.

Three million. She counted the string of zeros twice before she was sure.

She sat up in bed, the blanket slipped off her shoulders, and a chill crept onto her skin, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

She held her phone, looked at the number, and slowly, slowly, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Three million. Her bank account balance increased more than tenfold in three seconds.

She's a rich woman now. Although she became rich by having her boyfriend's younger brother buy back the car she gave him for a high price, that fact doesn't affect her mood at this moment.

Qin Yuzheng saw Yang Zhiyan sitting on the bed, holding her phone and grinning foolishly.

Her lips were slightly swollen and glistening from being kissed for so long last night.

Qin Yuzheng reached out and took the phone from her hand, glanced at it, and then handed it back to her.

His tone was casual and natural as ever. "Keep it safe."

Yang Zhiyan held her phone to her chest like a child who had just received a birthday present.

"Am I really richer than you now?"

Qin Yuzheng looked at her. "Yes. You'll have to support me now."

Sweetie, it's still early, keep sleeping.

Then Yang Zhiyan went back to sleep. Qin Yuzheng secretly planned that he must make sure Yang Zhiyan continued practicing martial arts when they returned to Haicheng.

She was in poor health; she collapsed from exhaustion before she had even had her fill of fun.

A while later, Qin Yuzheng's phone rang.

Qin Yuzheng glanced at the screen, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and then answered the call.

"dad."

The two chatted for a while.

"Okay." Qin Yuzheng hung up the phone.

Qin Yuzheng left a note for Yang Zhiyan, prepared breakfast, and then left.

When Qin Yuzheng arrived at the old house, the door to the study was open.

Qin Guobing sat behind his desk, wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, holding a fountain pen in his hand, reading a document.

He looked up at Qin Yuzheng. "Are you alone? Where's your girlfriend?"

"You didn't say you invited her, and she hasn't even gotten out of bed yet."

Qin Yuzheng sat down in the chair opposite the desk, his posture relaxed.

Qin Guobing's lips twitched slightly; he wondered who he inherited this protective instinct from.

"Bring him back for dinner tonight," Qin Yuzheng nodded.

The study was quiet for a few seconds. Qin Guobing put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his hands in front of his abdomen.

He sized up Qin Yuzheng, his gaze different from Shen Yu's.

Shen Yu is picky when she looks at people; she scans them from top to bottom.

When Qin Guobing looked at people, he did so with scrutiny and respect.

"Are you serious?" Qin Guobing asked.

"I will marry no one but her." Qin Yuzheng's voice was firm.