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Zhou Qinyan interrupted her with a cold expression, "Miss Dong Yingxue, aside from our past friendship as classmates, it seems we have no other connection."
Dong Yingxue looked up at him, somewhat at a loss. "A Yan, you..."
Zhou Qinyan didn't give her a chance to finish. He stood up, looking down at her. "Because of your actions two years ago, misunderstandings arose between my wife and me. Now, please explain it to her clearly."
Dong Yingxue appeared innocent. "I... I have nothing to explain..."
I watched as she cast a pleading glance in my direction and silently turned away. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have wasted so much time. Honestly, I still held some resentment.
Seeing that Dong Yingxue remained unmoved, Zhou Qinyan said nothing more and simply took out his phone to make a call. I had no idea what he said.
About ten minutes later, Dong Yingxue was crying, her face a mess of tears and snot. "Wuwu, Xiao Hu, I was wrong; I shouldn't have said that to you..."
After Dong Yingxue left, Zhou Qinyan's icy demeanor shifted to one of melancholy in an instant. I touched his face and asked, "What's wrong?"
He stared at me and pouted slightly. "I didn't expect you would misunderstand me for so long."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say and could only hold my head high. "Aren't you the same?"
Zhou Qinyan's handsome face flushed red. Ever since I told him the story behind those photos, he had been threatening to fire his assistant.
I laughed at him for being foolish and shifting the blame onto others. When he was unhappy, he would pull up our chat history: "Master, look here; which rule should we implement today?"
I could only seethe in frustration from the sidelines. Although it was I who initially suggested those rules, I still wanted to save face!
He couldn't just pretend to explore and then discover that I liked him too, could he?
"Master, you once said I was learning quite well."
"Why are you saying I shouldn't now?"
I couldn't find the words, so I bit my lip in defiance.
Then he pinched my waist, and I couldn't help but let out a sound from the corner of my mouth.
He leaned down and kissed me gently.
"Good, that's more like it. Don't hold back."
I: ...
I think I've figured it out.
What he said during our lessons was truly heartfelt.
On the surface, he seemed refined and gentle, but underneath...
I had once asked Zhou Qinyan why he liked me.
He looked a bit embarrassed, with a hint of resentment in his brows.
"When we were kids, you clearly said you wanted to marry me when we grew up."
When I fell into confusion, he somehow produced a pull tab from a soda can:
"You proposed to me with this and said if I didn't marry you, I'd be secondhand goods that no one wanted."
I: ?
Thinking back, it did seem to be the case.
When I saw little boys who were good-looking, I certainly took advantage of it.
All those forced confessions and threats felt like child's play.
Zhou Qinyan, this little handsome boy, was definitely my primary target.
But as we grew older, he became more reserved.
After all, he lacked confidence now.
Zhou Qinyan looked a bit wronged:
"I remember it clearly; you turned around and forgot all about me..."
I quickly jumped into his arms:
"No, no! I haven't forgotten!"
Even if I had forgotten, I wouldn't admit it.
But... was Zhou Qinyan really this innocent?
Zhou Qinyan pinched my face and said, "You used to pinch me like this when you were little."
I thought for a moment and realized that wasn't quite right. I had pinched him much harder; there was nothing gentle about it. Before I could respond, he wrapped his long arm around my shoulders and suddenly tightened his grip.
"Now, I'm going to punish you."
I was taken aback. This was a real punishment.
Not long after, I heard that Dong Yingxue's family business had its partnership terminated. The reason given was suspected irregularities in operations, with products of varying quality.
I laughed and asked, "Doesn't this count as settling a personal score?"
He replied seriously, "Not at all; this can only be seen as a reasonable choice of partners." Then he shifted the conversation, saying, "But isn't it a bit inappropriate to still be thinking about others at this time?"
After saying that, he leaned down and bit my shoulder lightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my face flushed.
Later, my voice became increasingly fragmented: "I don't want to think anymore, I only want to think of you... you..."
He held my waist, his tone suggestive: "Now, it's too late."
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