The sleet was falling, growing finer and denser. Yet, the thrill of dining and dashing, combined with their mad sprint, had left her forehead slightly damp with sweat, and when the wind blew, it felt even colder. However, he opened his overcoat, enveloping her and completely shielding her from all the wind and snow.
In that mont, she thought, living like this forever would be quite nice.
This man was her first love, and he treated her the best. If she let him go, where else could she find soone better?
She was in excellent spirits that day. As soon as she got ho, she went to check on the soup she had set to simr before leaving that morning. The rock sugar and silver ear soup—Huang Xiaojue’s favorite dessert, a treat she often made—was emanating a fragrant, sweet aroma.
Before they could even take a bite, the doorbell rang frantically.
This ti, Huang Xiaojue reacted quickly. He rushed downstairs, just in ti to see a bratty kid flash past and disappear.
When he returned, Yan Xixi handed him a bowl of the silver ear soup, asking, "Who was that annoying person?"
"A bratty kid."
He pondered for a mont. He had long since noticed a problem: if he stayed at Yan Xixi’s place for more than twenty minutes, they were guaranteed to be disturbed. It was either a security guard mistakenly coming to collect property managent fees or so bratty kid causing trouble. How could it be such a coincidence?
"The security in this complex isn’t great, Xixi," he said. "I’ll help you find a new place. Let’s move out as soon as possible."
Yan Xixi was taken aback. "Isn’t it fine here? It’s just so bratty kids playing pranks. The security isn’t that bad, is it?"
"Still, let’s move. How about a serviced apartnt? It’ll just be temporary. As soon as the property is handed over, I’ll imdiately arrange for renovations. We can get married in our new ho then."
Although Yan Xixi wasn’t particularly eager to move, she didn’t object, as she, too, was beginning to feel that sothing was strange. Why had they been constantly disturbed lately? Though it wasn’t anything dangerous, it was still unsettling.
Lying on her bed one day, admiring the beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger, she couldn’t resist. She snapped a photo with her phone and posted it to her social dia feed without any caption.
Soon, a ssage arrived: "Miss, what’s the aning of that ring?"
She didn’t want to reply. That guy. Nothing good ever ca from talking to him.
"Miss, is that delicate hand really yours? Did you buy a ring for yourself? It’s a pity the diamond is so small. The cut is diocre, and the quality is also average. It looks rather shabby..."
A two-carat diamond isn’t small for an ordinary person, okay? I already thought it was very expensive. I certainly wouldn’t have been willing to buy sothing so pricey myself. Does he think all female celebrities wear pigeon-egg-sized diamonds of ten to twenty carats?
She retorted, feeling affronted, "The craftsmanship is excellent, and the quality is good too! It’s just my photography skills that are lacking."
He ignored her.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, he sent another ssage: "Are you really planning to get married?"
She replied drowsily, "Yes. Weren’t you the one who said I’m already twenty-seven and no longer have the right to be picky?"
"True. It’s likely only a man with such clouded judgnt who would be interested in you. If you don’t seize this chance, you might stay unmarried for life..."
She wasn’t angry in the slightest and replied calmly, "You’re right. When it cos to boyfriends, quality is more important than quantity. I am indeed very ordinary. For my boyfriend to propose to , I consider myself to be marrying up."
"Miss, don’t you think you sound rather spineless saying that? Let tell you, won who are too eager and rush to marry down are generally looked down upon."
She retorted, "And you? Are you married?"
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