With a crisp ‘click,’ the cabin where Ji Yuenian and Jiang Chi stood came to an astonishingly precise halt at the very top of the Ferris wheel, completely still.
Damn! It’s stuck in mid-air!!
A sudden flash of news about Ferris wheels losing control and crashing surged through Ji Yuenian’s mind, her heart pounding wildly, yet her body instinctively pressed close to the boy.
“Jiang Chi, don’t panic, call 120…”
Before she could finish, a sharp whoosh sounded as a brilliant light shot straight up from the distant Yangtze River, bursting in the night sky like a giant golden chrysanthemum blooming instantly, dazzlingly bright.
Then, more fireworks soared into the sky—red, orange, purple, green—all colors intertwining, turning the entire night into a dreamlike canvas.
The fireworks blossomed vividly, their multicolored glow illuminating the horizon so brightly it was almost blinding.
As the fireworks continued to rise, they gradually formed several crystal-clear characters—“Ji Qingchan, be my girlfriend.”
The girl maintained her speaking posture, staring blankly at it all, her small mouth wide open as if she could swallow an egg, her face filled with astonishment and disbelief.
At the same moment, a drone flew over from the nearby darkness, carrying beneath it a bouquet carefully arranged with gardenias and tulips—pure white and golden yellow contrasting, emitting a faint fresh and subtle fragrance.
Jiang Chi reached out from the Ferris wheel cabin window and took the bouquet, his gaze locked tightly on the girl, his eyes full of endless affection and gentle tenderness.
Then, he slowly knelt on one knee, holding the bouquet sincerely as he declared,
“I know I’m not good with words, but when it comes to liking you, I can’t hide it.”
“So, Ji Qingchan, be my girlfriend!”
Below, a sudden glow appeared—not from lights, but from flames—one white candle after another was lit, gradually forming the shape of a heart.
At that moment, inside the cabin at the Ferris wheel’s highest point, the girl only had to lower her head slightly to clearly see it all.
She saw the boy’s carefully arranged “confession.”
By the flickering white candles, vague shadows flickered—not ghosts haunting the amusement park, but the park’s staff.
They released heart-shaped balloons and evenly scattered a basket filled with gardenias, tulips, and rose petals on the ground, creating a three-colored carpet of petals that Jiang Chi and the girl would step on once they came down.
“Say yes! Say yes!”
“Be together! Be together!”
“Marry him, marry him!”
“…….”
But Ji Yuenian, under this spotlight of countless eyes, didn’t have tears in her eyes, nor did her heart beat wildly.
She looked at the crowd of hired cheering squads below, then glanced at the blue-eyed boy kneeling before her with a face full of deep emotion, and a thought suddenly sprang up in her mind.
Has she succeeded in the攻略 (conquest) now?
Jiang Chi’s heart was pounding fiercely on one knee, fully aware of what he was doing and that they were crossing a threshold.
From the previous “half-couple” to “couple,” “boyfriend and girlfriend,” “lovers,” the next step would be lifelong partners as husband and wife.
His lips were inexplicably dry, his throat slightly parched; his usually infallible logic and exceptional memory were utterly useless now.
Because he knew that love couldn’t be judged by reason.
Would she accept?
She should accept.
She was determined to be a “bad woman.”
I love that kind of her!
She liked “bad men.”
I can become a bad man!!
“Jiang Chi~” A crisp, cool female voice drifted softly, waking the boy lost in his swirling thoughts on one knee.
When Jiang Chi looked up, he saw “Ji Qingchan” at the Ferris wheel cabin window, her two delicate hands stretched out, grasping a pink heart-shaped balloon.
She looked at him, her smile radiant as a blooming flower, yet her eyes surged with an indescribable emotion: “Tell me, do bad men need to ask a woman’s opinion?”
In an instant, a burning surge of hot blood shot from his feet to the crown of his head.
The boy suddenly stood up, strode over to Ji Qingchan, thrust the bouquet into her arms, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, as if lifting the entire world.
“From now on, you are my girlfriend!”
Jiang Chi’s voice was loud and resolute like a bell, filled with undeniable dominance: “What I say, no one can change!!”
As the Ferris wheel began to move again, the two stepped out of the cabin hand in hand.
Ji Qingchan held the two-toned bouquet shyly, while Jiang Chi’s eyes shone brighter than ever with that deep blue gleam.
“Give a kiss! Give a kiss!” The hired cheering squad enthusiastically shouted in waves.
Jiang Chi’s lips curled into a faint smile as he looked down at the incredibly shy girl.
“Wait, Jiang Chi, don’t—” Ji Yuenian sensed what he was thinking and panicked, her mind scrambling desperately to stop him, but… bad men don’t need to ask a woman’s opinion.
Jiang Chi lowered his head and forcefully kissed the girl’s warm lips, his strong arms holding her tight.
The kiss was soft yet lingering, deepening without restraint.
The girl struggled in his embrace but to no avail; her body trembled uncontrollably, her legs growing weak as if losing strength.
She could only clutch the boy’s chest tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
The surrounding cheers grew louder and louder.
Jiang Chi originally planned to stop after a light kiss, but in the end, he couldn’t help but pour all his heart into this wonderful kiss, forgetting the time and place, forgetting where he was, forgetting who he was—only remembering he was kissing the girl he liked.
What kind of feeling was this?
Softer than pudding, sweeter than honey, with a faint scent of gardenias…
Jiang Chi was immersed in this wonderful kiss when suddenly his tongue was sharply stung.
He shot his eyes open.
“Get the hell away from me!” The girl seized the opportunity to wrench herself free from his embrace, her eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment.
A faint metallic scent of blood filled the air.
Ji Yuenian finally broke free; her cherry-red lips were slightly swollen, stained with bright crimson blood.
“Y-you, you—you!”
She pointed at Jiang Chi, her fingers turning bluish-white from the strain, eyes burning with furious flames.
“Get the hell away from me!!”
She screamed hoarsely, then violently smashed the bouquet onto Jiang Chi’s head before running away without looking back.
Only leaving behind a stunned, helpless boy and the surrounding onlookers, all equally dumbfounded and in shock.