Spoiled Sparrow

"Seriously, there's something I really need your help with."

Dong Chenye bent down to cover her exposed ankles: "Yuanhe is already established, do you still need me?"

Fu Chen opened the Porsche door and placed the flowers on the passenger seat: "Of course, this company is yours."

Dong Chenye is the ostensible shareholder of Yuanhe, but Fu Chen is actually in complete control of this newly emerging company.

Dong Chenye: "Speak, what happened?"

"I'm considering setting up a design department within the company, with a size similar to other departments."

Dong Chenye was puzzled: "A technology company setting up a design department? President Fu, I can't share your business acumen."

"But you're in charge of this company, so don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

He hung up the phone and went to the bedside.

The events of last night flashed through his mind, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of Yun En sleeping peacefully.

He stared blankly, when suddenly the person on the phone screen trembled and opened their eyes.

She immediately pulled the blanket over herself, her voice hoarse: "What are you doing, you pervert?"

Dong Chenye immediately put down his phone: "I'm sorry."

"Only officials are allowed to set fires, while common people are forbidden to light lamps..."

She took so many photos of him last night, why is her attitude so different after she woke up?

Dong Chenye was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.

Lin Yun'en slightly lifted the blanket to take a look, her face flushed: "Bring me my clothes."

"Okay." Dong Chenye tried his best to keep his eyes level.

He hooked two fingers around the strap of her clothes, turned his head, and handed it to her.

A sudden flush of crimson spread from his head to his neck.

Last night, fueled by alcohol, she went too wild. Lin Yun'en's whole body aches, and even moving her leg causes her unbearable pain.

I never expected that Dr. Dong would still be a "÷" at 30 years old. The first time was really not a very good experience.

Fortunately, they compensated us a few more times afterward, so overall I'd give it an 8.6 out of 10.

"Hiss~"

She struggled to raise her hand, and for the first time complained about how difficult the clothes were to put on.

With his back turned, he listened to her pained voice and turned around with concern.

Are you alright?

Lin Yun'en: ...

Dong Chenye: ! *%!

The two froze on the spot, but Lin Yun'en was the first to overcome this hurdle.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

I'm not afraid of getting drunk, I'm afraid of remembering everything when I'm sober.

Dong Chenye turned around and said solemnly, "Let's get married."

"What?!"

Lin Yun'en sat up excitedly: "Marriage?!"

"W-What's wrong?"

Although Lin Yunen took the initiative at first, he understood that he was doing it willingly at the time.

Now that they've established a relationship, he naturally has to take responsibility.

Judging from her reaction, it seems she doesn't want to take responsibility...

Lin Yun'en struggled to organize her thoughts for a while, but couldn't quite articulate what she wanted to say.

"You...you didn't even pursue me, we didn't even date, so what kind of marriage are we talking about?"

The words were already out, but her mind was racing to finish them. Only after she finished speaking did she realize that what she meant was: the process cannot be omitted.

She was about to add something when Dong Chenye made his stance clear.

"Okay, then I'll start pursuing you today, okay?"

May I?

It wasn't a statement, it was a request for her consent.

Give him a chance to be pursued.

Lin Yun'en didn't beat around the bush and suddenly smiled shyly: "Okay."

Dong Chenye looked at the clothes in her hands and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Let me help you..."

.......

*

Ruan Qing was fast asleep. When she woke up in the morning, the bedside was empty, and she couldn't get through to Yun En on the phone.

She ordered takeout casually, and the knocking on the door came just as she finished washing up.

"Put it on the takeout shelf, thank you."

Her voice was hoarse from drinking, and she thought the delivery guy hadn't heard her.

So he had no choice but to open a crack and reach out to take it.

Unexpectedly, the delivery guy grabbed her hand and pulled her away suddenly.

She fell steadily into his arms, and the man's distinctive sandalwood scent immediately soothed her panic.

"What's the panic?"

Fu Chen's deep voice came from above.

Ruan Qing pushed her away: "Why did you come here?"

"How could I not know where you are?"

Ruan Qing rolled her eyes at him: "Oh, you're amazing."

She has a really bad temper.

"Come on, let's go somewhere."

Ruan Qing was completely confused, crossing her arms over her chest: "Please, isn't today your engagement party, my ex-boyfriend?"

The last three words were spoken with extra force, almost overflowing with sarcasm.

Fu Chen, on the other hand, found her cheeky demeanor quite adorable.

He leaned closer, pressing himself against her: "If you don't want to move yourself, I don't mind tying you up."

How dare you threaten me? What kind of attitude is that?

She showed no mercy and grabbed the doorknob to close the door.

Fu Chen braced one long leg against the door: "Fine, I'll treat you."

"I'm not going."

Fu Chen's expression immediately changed, and his voice deepened: "Are you sure?"

The conversation shifted so quickly; this was the Fu Chen that Ruan Qing knew.

If she says she's not going again in the next second, Lin Yun'en's apartment will probably be in trouble.

She sighed deeply, her face stern: "Where to?"

"Five minutes, hurry up."

Fu Chen did not answer, but walked straight to the sofa and sat down.

Ruan Qing clenched her fists, really wanting to beat him up.

How did you come to be attracted to his self-centered personality?

Maybe he's blind.

Fu Chen's five minutes turned into fifty minutes.

Before his patience ran out, Ruan Qing finally finished getting ready and came out.

Her long hair was styled in a bun on the left back, and her beige coat made her already fair skin look even more radiant.

The little girl who was still innocent back then has now developed a mature beauty reminiscent of the Showa era.

"Come on, hurry up!"

A sweet, husky voice pulled him back to reality.

As soon as Ruan Qing got on the bus, she saw the bouquet of flowers, light purple orchids.

Fu Chen didn't say anything, so she didn't ask.

The car had already left the city when Ruan Qing asked, "They won't drive me to some remote wilderness and sell me off, will they?"

Fu Chen: "How much could you possibly sell for with a body like that?"

"Soon."

As the car slowly came to a stop, a European-style castle hidden in the snowy landscape suddenly came into view.

Ruan Qing had no idea that such a large ancient castle existed in the capital.

She got out of the car and curiously peered out, then walked forward on her own.

Fu Chen picked up the bouquet of flowers: "Come here, hold it yourself."

Ruan Qing waited where she was, waiting for him to bring it over.

"Is this for me?"

Fu Chen: "You're overthinking it. I'm just letting you hold it."

Ruan Qing: "..."

Fu Chen strode forward with his long legs and soon saw the gate of the castle.

He pushed open the door.

Looking up, there wasn't a single living creature in the huge French-style stone castle.

If it weren't daytime, she would definitely be scared, looking back every few steps.

She quickened her pace and walked to Fu Chen's side, shamelessly seeking a sense of security in him.

Fu Chen noticed the person getting closer and took her hand without thinking.

After walking for a long time, passing through a tall ancient castle, a mournful violin melody suddenly drifted over.

Wandering through the deserted castle, a profound sense of sorrow stirred her emotions.

The music grew closer, and after turning the corner, a woman in a white dress sat at the end of the outer corridor, playing the violin alone.

"What is this?" Ruan Qing nervously gripped his hand.

As they looked up, the person seemed to notice their arrival and stopped playing the music.

Turn your head around.