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Qin Yushang walked up from behind, took the bill from the waiter, glanced at the number, and then glanced at Mu Cheng.

She sighed, "Oh, so you weren't planning to trick my brother, you were planning to trick me instead."

He waved the bill. "As the boss, you come to your own venue and expect others to pay for your entertainment. Where's your shame?"

Mu Cheng was speechless. He did intend to let Qin Yuzheng show off in front of his sister-in-law. After all, Qin Yuzheng was unhappy when he paid for the meal when he took his sister-in-law out to eat last time.

Who knows what's wrong with Qin Yuzheng this time? Last time he was unhappy that someone else paid for him, and this time he's just pushing the responsibility of paying off the bill onto someone else.

A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Qin Yuzheng stood to the side, watching Qin Yushang take a card out of his wallet and hand it to the waiter.

"Why are you looking at me?" he said with an air of matter-of-fact certainty.

"All my money will belong to my wife from now on. It will all be left for her to buy pretty clothes and jewelry. I won't have any money to treat you guys to fun."

Mu Cheng opened his mouth as if to say something, but found that he really couldn't refute it.

So that's what they were planning to do here...

The waiter swiped the card and handed it back to Qin Yushang along with the receipt.

"Let's go eat." Qin Yuzheng took Yang Zhiyan's hand and walked away.

Yang Zhiyan followed beside him, glancing back at Mu Cheng, who was standing there shaking his head helplessly, and Qin Yushang, who had just put his wallet back.

Their brotherhood is quite interesting.

Skiing is very tiring, so a group of people had dinner nearby.

When the hot pot was served, the steam rose up and blocked the glass window.

Yang Zhiyan lowered her head and drank her soup. Qin Yuzheng sat next to her and helped her pick up food. He cooked the mutton slices and put them in her bowl, then took out the shrimp paste, let it cool, and handed it to her.

Jiang Siya sat opposite Qin Yuzheng, watching him do these things with natural movements. She lowered her head, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, and put it into her bowl.

Mu Chenli sat down next to her. He reached out and poured her a glass of plum juice, placing it beside her without saying a word. He simply put the glass down and then withdrew his hand.

Jiang Siya looked down at the glass of plum juice, neither drinking it nor pushing it away.

When the event ended, Yang Zhiyan stood at the parking lot entrance waiting for Qin Yuzheng to get his car.

Jiang Siya walked over and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go, see you next time."

Mu Chenli stood a few meters away, holding his car keys, waiting for Jiang Siya to come over.

Yang Zhiyan nodded, watching Jiang Siya turn and walk towards Mu Chenli. When she reached him, she didn't stop, brushing past his shoulder as she walked over, opened her car door, and got in.

Mu Chenli stood there, watching her start the car and drive out of the parking lot, before opening his own car door.

Qin Yuzheng's car stopped in front of her, and he opened the door for her. Yang Zhiyan got in.

"Are you happy?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Yang Zhiyan fastened her seatbelt.

"Happy," she said, "especially happy." Her eyes shone brightly under the streetlights.

Qin Yuzheng returned to the driver's seat, kissed Yang Zhiyan's forehead, and then started the car.

Qin Yuzheng stepped on the gas, and the car merged into the New Year's Eve traffic.

In the corridor on the 22nd floor of Shengshi Tianxi, the motion-activated lights turned on and off repeatedly.

Yang Zhiyan opened the door, went inside to change her shoes, and Qin Yuzheng followed behind her and closed the door.

The curtains weren't drawn, and moonlight streamed in through the window.

"Qin Yuzheng," she called out.

Then, looking into the living room, Qin Yushang had brought over gifts. "Are these all for me?"

Qin Yuzheng walked over and hugged Yang Zhiyan, saying, "Of course, these are all betrothal gifts for you."

The two then lingered and poured out their hearts to each other, eventually moving to a room.

On the first workday after the New Year's Day holiday, it was still not fully light in Haicheng.

Yang Zhiyan turned over and felt a hand reach out from outside the blanket and gently pat her shoulder.

"Baby, wake up."

Qin Yuzheng's voice was soft and cautious.

Yang Zhiyan buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled: "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

Yang Zhiyan turned over and opened her eyes a crack.

Qin Yuzheng was already dressed in a white shirt, the collar neatly buttoned, but the sleeves were unbuttoned and hanging down to his wrists. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding a glass of warm water.

Yang Zhiyan looked at his face, then at the sky peeking through the gap in the curtains behind him.

She slept well last night, and was unusually not disturbed until midnight.

Qin Yuzheng was very well-behaved; he only ate meat once before letting her go.

She turned over to face him, her back and legs not aching, it was the most relaxed morning she had had in a while.

She thought to herself, "Only once last night? Is he impotent? Or has he lost interest in me?"

She felt she should thank him for her back pain, but the thought kept popping into her head.

Qin Yuzheng handed her the water glass and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"We're going to get our marriage certificate today, did you forget?" Yang Zhiyan took the water glass and took a sip; it was lukewarm, neither too hot nor too cold.

She looked up at him. "What time did you schedule with the makeup team?"

"8:30. There's still time."

He stood up. "I'll go get the breakfast. You can get up slowly."

Yang Zhiyan leaned against the headboard, listening to his footsteps as he walked out of the bedroom.

When the two finished breakfast and went out, it was already dawn.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the buildings to the east, illuminating the car windows and making them shine brightly.

Qin Yuzheng was driving, and Yang Zhiyan was sitting in the passenger seat, holding her phone. On the screen was a memo she had made last night, containing her ID card, household registration book, and photos.

She crossed out the first three items, leaving only the last one unchecked: makeup.

The makeup studio is located in an office building in the center of Haicheng, with the entire floor made of glass walls.

When Yang Zhiyan and Qin Yuzheng arrived, the makeup artist was already waiting.

Her hair was neatly tied up, and she was holding a powder puff in her hand.

The first thing she did when she saw Yang Zhiyan was to look at her with admiration. "You have such great skin."

Yang Zhiyan sat down in front of the makeup mirror and closed her eyes. The powder puff felt cool and light on her face, and the makeup artist pressed her finger on her brow bone, as if measuring something.

"Your eyebrows are well-shaped, you don't need to change much, I'll just trim the stray hairs for you."

She quickly and gently trimmed a few stray hairs from her eyebrows with an eyebrow razor.

Then apply foundation, a thin layer.

Her eyelashes were curled slightly by an eyelash curler, and a layer of mascara was applied, making each lash distinct. Then, an eyebrow pencil was used to lightly draw a line at the outer corner of her eye.

When Yang Zhiyan opened her eyes, her features in the mirror were more clearly defined, her eyes looked bigger, and her lips were painted with a thin layer of bean paste color.

Yang Zhiyan was already beautiful, but now she's even more beautiful.

Qin Yuzheng sat on the sofa next to him, flipping through a newspaper.

When the makeup artist said "It's ready," he stood up and walked over.

Qin Yuzheng's gaze was filled with infatuation; she was so beautiful he wanted to hide her: "Beautiful."

The makeup artist smiled and turned to tidy up her tools.

Yang Zhiyan looked at him. "Just two words?" Qin Yuzheng bent down and whispered in her ear:

"If you say a few more words, I might not want you to leave the house."