His physiological preference

Qin Yuzheng's biological clock woke him up at six o'clock. His dream last night was too wonderful, but the sheets were dirty and needed to be changed.

In the end of his dream, he held Yang Zhiyan in his arms and slept soundly through the night.

After savoring the beauty of his dream for a while, Qin Yuzheng got up to take a shower and change the sheets.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table and glanced at the time. There were over a dozen unread messages on the screen, all from their group chat of five.

He clicked on it and saw the video Mu Cheng had posted last night, in which he confessed his love to Yang Zhiyan. He and Yang Zhiyan were standing amidst flower petals in the conference hall of the Jinhao Hotel; he was holding white roses, and she was looking down.

Qin Yuzheng saved the video.

Mu Cheng: The iron tree has blossomed! The iron tree has blossomed!

Qiu Jinyi: I can testify that Brother Qin's hands were shaking.

Mu Cheng: We kissed! We kissed!

Liu Minlan: Just arrived at the hotel, finished climbing the stairs. Congratulations, Azheng.

Zhou Zhanyu: Congratulations!

Mu Cheng: Where is A Zheng? Could it be that he's gotten himself into a relationship with a beauty and is now indulging in lust?

Qiu Jinyi: How could he still be sleeping at this hour? Brother Qin's schedule is even more old-fashioned than that of an old cadre.

Mu Cheng: That's reminiscing.

Qiu Jinyi: That makes sense.

As Qin Yuzheng read these messages, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

He typed a message in the group: "Don't share the video." After sending it, he added: "Thanks, brothers."

Liu Minlan forwarded the video to his wife Zhou Yijun. When Zhou Yijun watched it, Qin Yuzheng's ex-wife Mo Yunyun happened to be next to her.

Mo Yunyun thought to herself, "Is this because they can't stand the gossip and want to find an ordinary girl to silence the gossip?"

At 8:47 a.m., Yang Zhiyan was still dreaming.

In the dream, Qin Yuzheng confessed his love again, still in that conference hall, with petals scattered all over the floor and roses held in his hands.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Buzzing—buzzing—

Yang Zhiyan was forcibly dragged out. Before she even opened her eyes, her hand touched her phone. The light from the screen made her squint. "Mom."

Yang Zhiyan stared at her phone, not wanting to answer. The phone stopped ringing, and she had just closed her eyes when it rang again. It seemed she had no choice but to answer.

Yang Zhiyan answered the phone, her voice hoarse from just waking up. "Feed."

"Yang Zhiyan, what's going on? You have a boyfriend?"

Li Fengxia's voice was shrill and urgent.

Yang Zhiyan moved the phone away from her ear a little and glanced at the screen. It was indeed her mother's number, but the person speaking was her sister-in-law.

"Yes, I have a boyfriend."

Yang Zhiyan leaned against the headboard, pulling the blanket up to her chest. "So you don't need to worry about arranging blind dates for me anymore."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Li Fengxia probably hadn't expected her to admit it so directly, and her prepared speech was thrown off track, but she quickly recovered and raised her voice by half an octave.

"What kind of rich people do you know? Listen to your sister-in-law, break up with them quickly. The Wei family is very wealthy, you'll never have to worry about food or clothing in the future."

Yang Zhiyan closed her eyes briefly. When her sister-in-law said, "The Wei family is very wealthy," her tone was full of "I'm doing this for your own good."

Li Fengxia was sitting on the sofa with her phone on speakerphone, and Yang's mother was sitting next to her, listening intently.

Li Fengxia's mind was filled with thoughts of the 300,000 yuan the Wei family had promised to give her. 300,000 yuan was enough to cover her childbirth expenses and allow her to not have to work for several years.

Wei Mingze took a liking to Yang Zhiyan's photo at first glance. Wei's mother initially disagreed, feeling that they were not a good match, but she couldn't resist her son's affection and finally relented.

As a result, Yang Zhiyan ended up dating a shady boyfriend.

She moved out; could she already be living at that man's house? That won't do; the Wei family said they want a virgin.

"Zhiyan," Li Fengxia's voice softened, and she changed her strategy.

"Listen to your sister-in-law, a woman's marriage is a lifelong commitment. The Wei family is really well-off; they own three apartments and two cars in the city, and their parents run a business. If you marry into their family, you'll be a pampered wife, not having to work or do any housework. What does your boyfriend do? Does he own a house? Does he own a car?"

Yang Zhiyan was speechless and choked with emotion.

"What he does is none of your business," Yang Zhiyan's voice was colder than before. "Breaking up is out of the question, and don't even think about it. I'm warning you, my boyfriend is no pushover, so don't blame me if I don't warn you later."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The action was so fast that Li Fengxia's "You..." was cut off before she could even finish uttering a single word.

Yang Zhiyan placed her phone face down on the bedside table, leaned against her pillow, and let out a long sigh.

Yang Zhiyan thought that she had become quite ambitious, even daring to bully others by borrowing their power. But to be honest, this feeling was quite nice.

She didn't want to be bullied anymore. She also had powerful backers.

But she knew her limits. She couldn't let them know Qin Yuzheng's identity. She knew her mother and sister-in-law too well; if they knew her boyfriend worked in the system and was an "official," they would swarm her like leeches, demanding he help them find jobs, make exorbitant demands, and even try to get her good-for-nothing brother a position in his workplace.

Qin Yuzheng's status is what it is, and this will bring him trouble.

She couldn't let him get into that situation.

Yang Zhiyan leaned against the headboard for a few minutes, then picked up her phone. A message from Qin Yuzheng appeared on the screen: "Are you up? I'll bring you breakfast."

The time was 8:52. She replied, "I'm up."

When Qin Yuzheng saw the word "rising," he was in the kitchen pouring the xiaolongbao from the takeout box onto a plate.

He woke up early, and after exercising, he silently relived the scene of Yang Zhiyan agreeing to be his girlfriend, the warmth of her lips against his.

Then he drove out to buy breakfast. Her favorite xiaolongbao shop was in the west of the city, a 20-minute drive away. He went there and waited in line for 15 minutes.

After buying those items, they went to another store and bought millet porridge and steamed dumplings, which are Yang Zhiyan's favorite foods.

Qin Yuzheng arranged the plates, chopsticks, and tissues, then carried the tray out the door.

Knock knock knock

The door opened. Yang Zhiyan stood in the doorway, wearing a cream-colored loungewear dress, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders, the ends a little messy, as if she had just woken up and hadn't had time to comb it.

Her face was clean and without makeup, her lips were light pink, and her eyes were not fully open, with a thin layer of mist on them.

She stood in the morning light, the living room behind her brightly lit, making her look like she had stepped out of a painting.

Looking at her, Qin Yuzheng had only one thought in his mind: she was too beautiful. How could his girlfriend be so beautiful?

"Good morning," he said.

Yang Zhiyan blinked, her gaze falling on the tray in his hands.

Steamed buns, millet porridge, and dumplings were neatly arranged, with a pair of chopsticks and a spoon next to them, the spoon's handle facing her.

She paused for a moment, realizing these were all her favorite foods. She didn't know how he knew; perhaps he'd mentioned them casually during a conversation and remembered them.