“Aunt Chen, hello! Uncle Jiang, hello!”
“I’m sixteen this year, and I’m an orphan.”
“What do I think of Senior Jiang?”
“Senior Jiang is a pretty nice person, and he knows how to take care of people.”
At a high-end private room in the Jinchengmen Road Grand Hotel in Wanqing City, a girl sat by the window chatting with a middle-aged couple.
Beside her, a young boy wore a gentle smile as he carefully fed her food, the atmosphere peaceful and warm.
Jiang Yu Shu and Chen Mengrou were very satisfied with “Ji Qingchan.”
Not to mention that she had completely cured their eldest son’s severe obsessive-compulsive disorder—a huge bonus—just seeing their son’s eyes full of affection and his heart practically hanging on the young girl before him was enough to melt anyone.
It was a gaze filled with love and longing, endlessly deep and complex.
“Chanchan, what are your plans after graduating from university?” Chen Mengrou asked warmly as she passed a piece of potato to “Ji Qingchan.”
“Fashion design.” “Ji Qingchan” smiled sweetly, her voice as soft as honey. “I’ve submitted some of my cheongsam designs to Hongyuan Group in my spare time, and they’re interested in recruiting me after I graduate.”
“I don’t want to be a housewife, and to me, wealth is only valuable if it’s created with my own two hands.”
“Ahem… Chanchan, about the children you two…” Jiang Yu Shu cleared his throat but was immediately silenced by a piece of bread shoved into his mouth.
Chen Mengrou shot her husband a warning glare, silently telling him to keep quiet, then smiled brightly at “Ji Qingchan.”
“Chanchan, don’t listen to him babbling nonsense. We’re not in any rush about children; anytime before thirty… twenty-five is fine. Yu Shu and I can help take care of the kids, so you don’t have to worry.”
Ji Yue Nian: …
Aunt Chen, do you even realize what you’re saying?
You’re discussing having children with a sixteen-year-old girl who’s legally a minor and whose body development is still that of a sixteen-year-old—this is criminal! Way too criminal!!
But no matter how much the in-laws pushed, by the end of the meal, Jiang Yu Shu and Chen Mengrou were absolutely, overwhelmingly satisfied with “Ji Qingchan.”
She was considerate, self-aware, and their precious son liked her—a perfect daughter-in-law born for the family!!
The moon was bright and the stars few.
Two figures held hands, strolling slowly through the city streets.
Shops lined both sides, lights shining brilliantly, the vibrant night scene of the bustling city stretched out before them.
After the family dinner, at the parents’ prompting, Jiang Chi took the slightly tipsy girl out for a walk under the pretense of “building feelings.”
“A song for you, Chen Fuzi and Dan Qiu Sheng~”
“Embracing the bright moon until the end~ Holding the flying immortals proudly~”
“A man who doesn’t aspire to lofty ambitions wastes his born eight-foot stature~”
Her cherry-red lips moved softly, mumbling incessantly.
The petite and adorable figure staggered back and forth, swaying unsteadily with each step.
“Jiang Chi.”
The girl shook her dazed little head, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, her watery eyes gazing at the boy like a drunk little succubus, radiating an irresistible charm.
“Am I drunk?”
Ji Yue Nian rarely got drunk.
When he was male, his tolerance for alcohol was one of the best in the family.
He was basically alcohol-resistant and was even teased by his older brother that he could apply to be a drinking manager at a bar.
But now, as a female, after just one bottle of beer, it was fine in the private room, but once outside in the cold breeze, the drunkenness hit him hard.
His legs went soft, the world tilted, and he felt as if he were stepping on clouds.
Jiang Chi steadied the girl, but she melted into his arms like a limp noodle.
A strong scent of gardenia filled his nose.
The boy’s body stiffened slightly and he bent his waist a little.
“You smell like tulips,” the girl whispered softly, burying her head in his chest.
Her voice was delicate, tender, and soft, like a kitten purring for attention, making Jiang Chi’s bones tingle and his blood boil.
Jiang Chi helped her sit on a nearby public bench, gently brushing the long hair from the girl’s ear.
“Do you like it?”
Unexpectedly, “Ji Qingchan” rolled her eyes at him in defiance and murmured, “No.”
Then she pressed her cheek closer to his heart, as if trying to feel his strong heartbeat.
“Then what do you like?”
“Mint.”
“Refreshing mint. Every time after basketball practice, just smelling mint makes me feel energized, it really refreshes me and fights fatigue.”
Basketball?
Qingchan plays basketball too?
Jiang Chi found it novel but reasonable—after all, such a small frame housed a soul that deeply longed to be a confident, mature young woman.
“Do you like me?” Thinking this, the man’s fingers gently hooked under the girl’s fair and delicate chin, applying slight pressure so she had to lift her head and meet his gaze directly.
Like?
Like Jiang Chi?
Why should she like Jiang Chi?
Ji Yue Nian shouldn’t like Jiang Chi.
Ji Yue Nian should like basketball.
“I like…”
The words “basketball” were about to slip out, but when he met those deep blue eyes, his previously hazy mind suddenly cleared like a lightning strike for a brief moment.
Right, now he was “Ji Qingchan,” and “Ji Qingchan” had to like Jiang Chi.
If she didn’t like Jiang Chi, she wouldn’t see Jiang Chi confess to her.
If Jiang Chi didn’t confess, he wouldn’t cry his heart out, and she couldn’t regain her lost dignity.
“I like it. Ji Qingchan likes Jiang Chi the most.” Ji Yue Nian nodded obediently and affectionately hooked her arm around his, pouting.
“You have to confess to me in front of our classmates, or else it won’t be fair to me.”
At this moment, the man’s gaze grew incredibly gentle.
He ruffled the girl’s hair in his arms and hesitated before saying, “Qingchan, I actually have some unusual hobbies, uh… I can control myself, I just wanted to ask you…”
“I accept.”
The girl cut him off, boldly puffing out her chest and hugging his arm tighter.
“Ji Qingchan likes Jiang Chi, no matter how strange your hobbies are, Ji Qingchan likes them too.”
After saying this, she confidently patted her chest, shouting, “Tell me your hobbies, I’ll definitely fulfill them!!” “Ji Qingchan likes Jiang Chi the most, I would never refuse Jiang Chi!” “Come on, tell me your XP!”
The young man smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a dazzling curve that was impossible to look away from.
He said,
“All right.”
……
The next day, early morning.
When the alarm went off, Ji Yue Nian slowly opened her eyes and sat up, still groggy.
Her body ached slightly, as if she had done intense exercise, and the clothes she wore were not the ones she remembered putting on, but pajamas from the wardrobe.
Wait, aches? Intense exercise? Pajamas?
Her sleepy little head suddenly cleared, and she quickly looked around.
The warm, feminine bedroom.
Clothes strewn on the floor.
The camera on the bedside table.
An apple with faint teeth marks…
The camera!
Ji Yue Nian’s head jolted sharply.
She hurriedly grabbed the camera next to her; it still had power and had videos stored on it.
She immediately opened the video.
It showed what had happened after Jiang Chi took her back to his rented room last night—and it was filmed by Jiang Chi himself.
“Qingchan, lie down.”