Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

“There are some things I don’t want to repeat so many times.”

"..."

Shen Rao unconsciously grasped her wrist and slowly locked his forearm around her waist from behind.

Qi Yan held his back straight and didn't resist or say a word.

His long eyelashes trembled, and he buried his head deeply in her hair and said sullenly.

"Sorry……"

Qi Yan could feel his uneasiness. The man, who was a head taller than her, was trembling very slightly.

Her calm gaze stared unfocused ahead.

After a long time, she sighed softly, supported her arm with one hand and turned sideways.

"It's not your fault, why are you apologizing?"

She touched Shen Rao's sad face with the back of her hand, and his bony fingers squeezed into her fingers without her saying a word, close to his chin.

"I was wrong..." Shen Rao lowered his eyelids.

Qi Yan looked at him and spoke as if giving advice.

"Shen Rao, if you always feel inferior in this relationship, it will be very tiring and will wear down your mind. This is not what I want to see."

"I promise you that I will do my best within my obligations, and I hope you can be at ease and happy, but our gap is an established fact, and I can't change it, so--"

She paused and said, "That's why I suggest you find a normal family that is suitable for you to start a family..."

"Qi Yan."

However, she was interrupted before she could finish her words. Shen Rao held her more tightly, and his low and hoarse voice was choked with sobs.

"I was wrong... I will never say those words again, and I will never think that way again..."

"Don't say such things anymore..." Shen Rao said in a hoarse voice, "You know... I can't live without you... If you don't want me... I will die... You clearly know..."

He complained pitifully and humbly.

Qi Yan twisted her fingers gently a few times, then turned around and hugged his waist back.

She raised her eyes and glimpsed his moist, pitiful obsidian eyes.

"It seems I should apologize to you now."

Shen Rao pursed his lips, a tear welled up in his eye socket as he spoke with all his might.

“We are all at fault.”

"Well," Qi Yan rubbed his back, "I'm sorry."

"…I'm sorry too."

Shen Rao choked.

"You don't have to feel inferior, Shen Rao. You've always been the one who chose me..." Qi Yan smiled inexplicably, "I should be afraid that you don't want me anymore."

She spoke the second half of the sentence very softly and Shen Rao could not hear it clearly.

He sniffed: "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Qi Yan said, "Be bold, Shen Rao, the choice is always in your hands."

Shen Rao hummed and held her tightly: "I will only choose you."

Qi Yan looked at his expression without changing: "Thank you so much."

Shen Rao leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips and said.

"……You're welcome."

……

Later in the night.

After coaxing Shen Rao to sleep, Qi Yan stood on the terrace outside the bedroom.

The wind in the imperial capital is still chilly as spring approaches. The night in the distance is as dark as silk, and it is difficult to see a few lonely stars twinkling.

Qi Yan held a cartoon-shaped lollipop between her fingers, and thought without much ado:

This night scene is not as numerous as the stars in Shen Rao's eyes.

"..."

She leaned her hands against the railing, and the tips of her ears were slightly red under her gathered hair.

Ruined.

Qi Yan covered her cheeks, which were still hot from the cool breeze, and her clear eyes reflected an unknown light.

——The cold-hearted next head of the Qi family was completely conquered by a rogue jerk.

Qi Yan withdrew his hand from the back of his head, his eyes swept to the candy in his hand, and remembered Shen Rao's nagging advice to eat less candy at night, so he silently put it back into his pocket.

What the hell.

Even Qi Yan couldn't have imagined that she could be so obedient.

You have to be obedient, or you'll cry like crazy.

Her eyes fell on the bedroom behind her. She took out her cell phone and started typing away, leaving messages to someone unknown.

Probably because of the time difference, the other party replied very quickly. Qi Yan stared at the message on the screen and thought about it, then turned around and tiptoed back to the bedroom.

Shen Rao was sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms, his hair scattered on his high nose bridge, softening the coldness between his eyebrows and making his whole person look gentle.

Qi Yan climbed onto the bed slowly and put her fingers around his ring finger that was on the quilt.

The warm and cool fingertips rubbed and assessed, and just when Qi Yan felt it was almost time to withdraw his hand and stand up to reply to the message, a strong forearm held his waist and abdomen.

A magnetic and lazy male voice came from behind.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I, I went to the bathroom."

Qi Yan took the phone away with a guilty conscience.

Fortunately, Shen Rao was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyes completely, and didn't notice anything wrong.

He instinctively pulled the quilt over him, hugged the person in his arms and rubbed him, saying in a daze.

"Then go to sleep now..."

After saying that, he fell silent, and the sound of his steady breathing rang in his ears.

Qi Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the phone, leaned into the arms of the sleeping Shen Rao, and sent the measurements to him.

She turned around, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, gently curled the corners of her lips, rested her head on his slightly rising and falling chest, and closed her eyes relaxedly.

I'm used to falling asleep holding him.

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, Shen Rao was walking back and forth in the cloakroom in a hurry.

Holding the suit in one hand and the tie in the other, he gestured in front of him and asked Qi Yan for her opinion.

"What do you think of this one?"

"nice."

"Or is the one just now better?"

“That one looks nice, too.”

"Where is my custom-made handmade piece from Country A?"

Shen Rao took out another one, put it in front of him and asked Qi Yan.

"how about this?"

"nice."

Shen Rao: “…”

Shen Rao glared at her: "Can you change the word?"

Qi Yan considered it for a moment: "They are all very handsome."

"..." Shen Rao nags at her, "It would be foolish of me to expect you to give me advice."

Qi Yan, who was leaning against the door of the cloakroom and could only make jokes, said: "..."

"No," Shen Rao put his hands on his waist and looked around, "I have nothing to wear. Let the brand come to my door."

Qi Yan looked at the cloakroom that was as big as a whole floor of someone else's and the dazzling array of suits inside, and silently swallowed back the inappropriate words.

Unlike other places, Qi Yan's clothes don't occupy much of the space here.

Unlike Shen Rao, who was spoiled and allergic to even the lowest quality fabrics, she was thick-skinned and didn't care about what she wore. She was happy with just two or three pieces to alternate between.

Qi Yan chased after him: "We're going to be late for the company."

"I'm the boss now, so it's not okay for me to be late for a while?"

Shen Rao held his phone and turned a deaf ear to it.

"……Row."

Qi Yan had nothing to say.

Anyway, there was no important schedule today except for the dinner tonight, and he was asked to postpone the dinner.

For big customers, the brand came to their door very quickly. Qi Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, watching Shen Rao listening to the brand manager introduce the new products on the shelves.

It’s too late to customize it now, but fortunately all brands have his size, so every piece can be considered customized.

Shen Rao selected a few outfits and showed them to Qi Yan.

"Or something more formal in black?"