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Qin Yuzheng released his fingers and sent the message.

Then he opened the transfer interface, entered 10,000 yuan, and clicked "transfer".

I didn't dare forward too much, afraid it would put psychological pressure on her.

Fang Yinbin stood in the corridor, holding documents in his hand, and did not leave immediately.

He heard very low voices coming from the leader's office. He couldn't make out the content, but he had never heard that tone of voice before in the five years he had been with Qin Yuzheng.

It was a soft, sticky, coaxing tone. Fang Yinbin stood in the corridor, silently swallowing this discovery.

Yang Zhiyan's phone vibrated outside the fitting room in the mall.

She tapped the voice message, her finger pausing on the screen. Jiang Siya leaned closer. "Speaker it! Let me hear what he has to say."

Yang Zhiyan hesitated for a moment before turning on the speakerphone.

Qin Yuzheng's voice came from the phone, low, deep, alluring, and with a touch of doting:

"Sorry, baby, your boyfriend wasn't considerate enough and forgot to transfer you the shopping allowance. The dress is really pretty, let's buy it."

The audio recording has finished playing.

The area outside the fitting room was eerily quiet. Jiang Siya and the shop assistant were both stunned.

Then Jiang Siya turned to look at Yang Zhiyan, her expression as if she had seen an alien.

"Did that high-ranking boss who gave me that piercing look say that?"

Yang Zhiyan nodded.

Jiang Siya took a deep breath and shook Yang Zhiyan's arm, "Turtle, don't forget me when you become rich and powerful."

The sales clerk smiled and said, "Your boyfriend is so sweet, buy it! Wear it on your date, your boyfriend will definitely be happy."

Yang Zhiyan looked at the transfer message on her phone screen: 10,000 yuan.

She hesitated for a moment, then typed: "No need to transfer money to me, I have money. I was just hesitant, that's why I'm asking for your opinion."

Qin Yuzheng replied instantly: "Okay, take it. It's a boyfriend's duty."

Jiang Siya saw the message and nudged her. "Just accept it. He doesn't need that 10,000 yuan. He'll only be unhappy if you don't accept it."

Yang Zhiyan thought for a moment, then clicked "Payment." It felt so good to be favored. She gritted her teeth and handed the price tag to the clerk.

"Please cut it for me, I'll wear it."

Jiang Siya laughed beside her, a very happy laugh, her eyes curving into crescent shapes.

The relief of seeing a good friend finally start to love themselves and finally be willing to spend money on themselves.

Yang Zhiyan stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in a white dress.

The skirt was very short, and she felt a little embarrassed, so she tried to pull it down a bit.

She took a deep breath, put her phone in her bag, and linked arms with Jiang Siya.

"Let's go," she said.

Yang Zhiyan and Jiang Siya strolled from the fifth floor to the first floor, and walked from one end of the first floor to the other.

Jiang Siya was carrying three bags, and Yang Zhiyan was carrying two. The two of them stopped in their tracks next to the fountain in the mall's atrium.

"I can't take it anymore," Jiang Siya said, leaning against the railing. "My legs are going to break."

Yang Zhiyan took out her phone and glanced at it; there were no messages. She opened Qin Yuzheng's chat window:

"I'm tired of shopping, I want to go home."

After sending the message, she put her phone away and looked at Jiang Siya, asking, "Where did you park your car?"

"The basement," Jiang Siya said, "how will you get back? Will your boyfriend pick you up?"

My phone vibrated.

Yang Zhiyan took it out and saw Qin Yuzheng: "Send me your location, I'll be there soon." She sent the location.

Jiang Siya leaned over for a look, then made an exaggerated vomiting motion.

"Can you two stop being so lovey-dovey? He's only been apart for a short time, and he's already 'coming soon.' Did he put a GPS tracker on you?"

Yang Zhiyan was amused by her and gave her a nudge.

"You go back first," Yang Zhiyan said. "I'll wait for him at the milk tea shop."

"Okay," Jiang Siya picked up the bag, took a couple of steps and then turned back. "By the way, if you wear this dress on your date, he'll definitely stare at you with wide eyes."

Yang Zhiyan blushed, but before she could say anything, Jiang Siya had already turned and left, her figure disappearing at the elevator entrance.

Yang Zhiyan found a milk tea shop, ordered a cup of milk tea, and sat down by the window.

She placed the bag on the chair next to her, held the milk tea cup in both hands, and looked out at the street.

The mall's exit faces a pedestrian street. There are fewer people on the street than in the morning. The sun is beginning to set, and the light has changed from golden to orange, falling on the shoulders of pedestrians.

She lowered her head and took a sip of milk tea; it was sweet, and her heart felt even sweeter.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Qin Yuzheng sent a message.

"We've arrived, they're at the entrance."

She looked up and saw a white BMW parked at the entrance of the mall through the glass window of the bubble tea shop.

Qin Yuzheng got out of the driver's seat, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and crisp dress pants. He stood by the car, his gaze sweeping in the direction of the milk tea shop.

Yang Zhiyan waved to him.

Qin Yuzheng saw her, walked over, and pushed open the door of the milk tea shop. The cool air from the air conditioner blew on him, and he squinted slightly as his gaze fell on her. She was wearing a white dress that accentuated her waist, and the hem of the dress was above her knees, revealing her fair, slender, and straight legs.

She sat by the window, where the setting sun shone through the glass, bathing her in a golden light.

His pace slowed for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Would you like some milk tea?" Yang Zhiyan asked, holding up the cup in her hand.

Qin Yuzheng sat down opposite her and glanced at the milk tea in her hand.

A layer of water droplets condensed on the glass, and her fingers rested on the glass, her fingertips slightly red from the cold.

He wanted to say "no thanks," because he doesn't like sweet drinks; those milk teas are too cloying, and one sip makes him feel sick.

But seeing how happily she drank it, with a little bit of white foam from the milk tea on her lips, she stuck out her tongue and licked it. His gaze followed that action for a moment.

"I'll try it," he said.

Before Yang Zhiyan could react, he reached out and took the cup from her hand, then put the straw in his mouth, following the spot she had drunk from. He took a sip.

The rich flavor of the milk tea blended with her sweetness, and it was indeed sweet.

"It tastes pretty good." He put the glass back in front of her.

Yang Zhiyan stared at the straw for two seconds. The spot where she had just drunk from, the spot where his lips had just touched.

Her face slowly turned red, burning from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

She wanted to say, "That's what I drank," but she swallowed the words back. He had already drunk it, so what was the point of saying it now?

"What's wrong?" Qin Yuzheng looked at her, his expression innocent as if he didn't know what had happened.

Yang Zhiyan lowered her head and pushed the milk tea to the middle of the table. "It's nothing, you drink it, I can't finish it."

Qin Yuzheng's lips curved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

It's less than a three-minute walk from the milk tea shop to the parking lot. Qin Yuzheng walked to her left, on the side closest to the road.

After getting into the car, Qin Yuzheng started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

As he turned the corner, he glanced at Yang Zhiyan, who was sitting in the passenger seat. She was leaning back in her seat, her eyelids drooping, like two butterflies that could no longer flap their wings.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Hmm," Yang Zhiyan said with her eyes closed, "I didn't realize it while shopping, but I felt it after we finished."

"Go home and rest for a while."

"it is good."

The car stopped in the underground parking garage of Shengshi Tianxi. The two of them took the elevator to the 22nd floor, where the corridor was quiet.

Yang Zhiyan walked to her door, took out her keys from her bag, and opened the door.

She went inside, and Qin Yuzheng followed her in carrying a bag.