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He had ulterior motives. He wanted to bring Yang Zhiyan into his circle, introduce her to his friends, and then introduce her to them.

Those people—Mu Cheng, Zhou Zhanyu, Qiu Jinyi, and Liu Minlan—were not only his friends, but also part of his network.

Zhou Zhanyu has a large business in S City, Mu Cheng has ventures into catering and real estate in Haicheng, Qiu Jinyi is the vice president of the Provincial People's Hospital, and Liu Minlan's resources in Beijing go without saying.

He hoped to give all his resources to Yang Zhiyan so that her career could proceed more smoothly.

Qin Yuzheng glanced at Yang Zhiyan.

She was drinking her soup with her head down, her eyelashes drooping, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids. She had no idea what he was thinking.

He put the thought aside and didn't say anything.

After dinner, the three of them drove to Grandma Chen's house to pick up the Yun brocade. Yang Zhiyan led the way, Qin Yuzheng followed behind her, and Zhou Zhanyu carried the goods.

The trunk was packed full, and two more horses were placed in the back seat. As Zhou Zhanyu was unloading, he said, "Sister-in-law, the quality of this batch of goods is really good. You can hardly find these on the market nowadays."

Yang Zhiyan said yes, Grandma Chen had saved for many years, and this time she was just lucky.

Qin Yuzheng stood to the side, watching Yang Zhiyan's profile as she spoke to Zhou Zhanyu. Sunlight fell on her, bathing her in a golden glow.

Back in S City, Zhou Zhanyu said he had arranged a get-together for dinner with some friends that evening.

Yang Zhiyan looked at Qin Yuzheng, who said, "Go ahead, we're all on the same side."

The dinner was at a very elegant private restaurant in S City.

Zhou Zhanyu invited a few friends, all of whom were doing business in S City. They were both men and women, and their ages ranged from thirty to forty.

During the meal, Zhou Zhanyu introduced her to the others, saying, "This is my sister-in-law. She makes cheongsams in Haicheng, and her skills are exceptional."

Then those people started asking Yang Zhiyan questions: how long would it take to make a custom cheongsam, could it be made for a wedding, could it be made for a mother's dress?

Yang Zhiyan answered each question calmly and confidently, just as she did when explaining things at the cheongsam culture exhibition.

Her eyes light up when she speaks, and her hands gesture naturally, her fingertips drawing lines in the air.

Qin Yuzheng sat next to her, watching her chat with those people, and a thought came to his mind: she was meant to shine, to be radiant.

When the dinner ended, one of Zhou Zhanyu's friends immediately ordered two cheongsams from Yang Zhiyan, one for himself and one for her mother, and paid a deposit.

Yang Zhiyan added that person on WeChat and accepted the deposit. As she walked out of the restaurant, she looked down at the transfer record on her phone, a smile playing on her lips.

Qin Yuzheng walked beside her without looking at her, but he reached out and took her hand.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"I'm happy." Yang Zhiyan looked up at him.

The streetlights shone down from above, casting a warm yellow halo over her face, and her eyes shone with light.

Zhou Zhanyu walked two steps ahead without looking back.

He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the road ahead, and had a smile on his lips that said, "Brother, this is all I can do for you."

We stayed overnight at a five-star hotel owned by Zhou Zhanyu.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, the doorman ran over and opened the car door.

Yang Zhiyan got out of the car, looked up and saw that the building was very tall, the lights were very bright, and the glass doors of the lobby were so clean that people could see their reflections.

Qin Yuzheng got out of the car from the other side and walked to her side. Zhou Zhanyu took the room key from the front desk and handed it to Qin Yuzheng.

"Presidential suite, top floor," Zhou Zhanyu said.

Qin Yuzheng took the room key and glanced at it. "How many rooms?"

Zhou Zhanyu remained expressionless.

"This is the only room left. There's an exhibition in S City these days, so rooms are in high demand."

Qin Yuzheng glanced at him. That glance meant, "Keep making things up, keep making things up."

Zhou Zhanyu's expression was flawless. Qin Yuzheng didn't expose him and put the room key away.

The three people got into the elevator. Zhou Zhanyu got off on the twelfth floor; his room was on that floor.

As the elevator doors closed, he glanced at Qin Yuzheng through the crack and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The elevator continued to ascend. Yang Zhiyan stood next to Qin Yuzheng, holding her phone in her hand, the screen displaying her flight information back to Haicheng for tomorrow.

She didn't speak, but her ears were red, as seen in the reflection on the elevator wall.

We arrived at the top floor. The elevator doors opened, revealing a dark gray carpet in the hallway, abstract paintings on the walls, and warm yellow lighting that streamed from ceiling spotlights and wall lamps.

Qin Yuzheng walked ahead and swiped his room card to open the door. The moment the door opened, the lights from the corridor flooded in, illuminating a small area of ​​the entryway.

The two people went inside.

The room is very large.

The room includes a living room, bedroom, study, two bathrooms, and a floor-to-ceiling window offering a panoramic view of the city's nightscape.

The lights are intelligently controlled. Qin Yuzheng pressed a switch, and the curtains opened automatically, revealing the night view of S City. Thousands of lights illuminated the city, and cars flowed like a river. The TV tower in the distance was lit up with colorful lights, standing out prominently in the night sky.

Yang Zhiyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view outside, without saying a word.

She saw Qin Yuzheng standing behind her in the window's reflection. He didn't come over; he just stood there, watching her. She turned around.

"Will the two of us live together?" Yang Zhiyan asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Qin Yuzheng took out his phone and dialed Zhou Zhanyu's number in front of her.

He turned on speakerphone. *Beep—beep—beep—* Zhou Zhanyu answered.

"Ah Yu, why is there only one room?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Zhou Zhanyu's voice came from the other end, steady and devoid of any emotion.

"There's an exhibition in S City these days, and rooms are in high demand. This is the only one left." His tone was sincere, not like he was lying.

Qin Yuzheng glanced at Yang Zhiyan. Yang Zhiyan heard it too.

Yang Zhiyan wondered, "Is the exhibition in S City really that popular? The entire hotel is fully booked, not a single room is left?"

She doesn't know much about the operation of five-star hotels.

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

"I'll sleep on the sofa," he said.

The sofa in the living room is large, off-white, and big enough for one person to sleep on.

A bouquet of fresh lilies sat on the coffee table, their white petals gleaming softly under the lamplight.

There was a faint floral fragrance in the air, mixed with the hotel's unique clean smell, which carried the scent of disinfectant.

Yang Zhiyan glanced at him and nodded. "Then I'll go wash up."

She pulled out a light gray cotton-linen pajama from her suitcase, long-sleeved and long-legged, with the top buttoned up, covering herself up completely.

She took her pajamas into the bathroom and closed the door.

After the door closed, she leaned against it, looking down at the pajamas in her arms, then at herself in the mirror. Her face was red.

She took a deep breath, turned on the tap, washed her face with cold water, changed into her pajamas, untied her hair, dried it with a towel, and draped it over her shoulders.

She opened the bathroom door and came out.

Qin Yuzheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the night view. Hearing the door open, he turned around.

She stood at the bathroom door, wearing a light gray cotton-linen pajama set, long sleeves and pants, covering herself up completely.

Her hair was loose, draped over her shoulders, with slightly curled ends, and still damp from not being completely dried.

She wasn't wearing makeup; her face was clean and her lips were light pink.

She stood there, like a white lotus flower just pulled from the water, clean, still wet, and untouched by any dust.

Qin Yuzheng looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Come here, let me blow-dry your hair," Qin Yuzheng said.