The green camphor tree has a deep view

Lin Qingyuan looked at her for a while, lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a puff, and tilted his head to blow out smoke rings.

Wen Qing was immediately enveloped by the smell of smoke. It wasn't unpleasant, but it made her feel like she was entering someone's private territory. She took a half step back and leaned her back against the car.

"Do you know what game I want to play?" Lin Qingyuan turned to look at her with a faint smile.

"I don't know." Wen Qing said, "I just know that we shouldn't have any unnecessary interactions. Apart from tutoring Yuanyuan, I shouldn't appear anywhere you play."

"Oh, she's still a chaste and heroic woman." Lin Qingyuan supported himself on the car body with one hand, a spark flickered between his fingers, and the rising smoke blurred the girl's face.

"If you have nothing to do, I'll leave first." Wen Qing frowned and avoided his approach, tightly grasped the strap of the canvas bag on her shoulder, turned around and was about to leave.

"I'll give you one year." Lin Qingyuan suddenly spoke. His voice was particularly clear in the smoke.

"what?"

"One year later, if you don't have a man in Jiangcheng, I will pursue you," said Lin Qingyuan.

Wen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't make fun of me. There's no way we can be together."

"I'm not kidding you." Lin Qingyuan threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it and crushed it, then slowly walked to Wen Qing, his face unusually serious, "I like you. But I have a woman by my side now, and I won't hide it from you. I need time to deal with it."

Wen Qing was stunned: "You...you don't have to deal with it, I can't possibly follow you..."

"Nothing is impossible. I don't believe it." Lin Qingyuan said, "You can't be idle in Jiangcheng. There must be men chasing you. You'd better not agree to any of them, otherwise, I will have to deal with them with great effort."

...It's simply unreasonable.

Wen Qing lowered her head and thought for a while. When she looked up at him again, her eyes were clear again. "I'll say it again. I went to Jiangcheng to go to school. I don't have time to play these useless games. These love affairs may be interesting to you rich people, but I'm different. I have to consider my future livelihood. I am not qualified to get involved in the relationships in your circle. I don't deserve it."

"As a girl, what livelihood do you need to consider?" Lin Qingyuan frowned and smiled, "If I marry you, how can I let you suffer?"

"You haven't been drinking?" Wen Qing's face looked grim. "Why are you talking so confusingly?"

Lin Qingyuan laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention and told the truth. I really like you and think you are suitable to be the daughter-in-law of the Lin family."

Wen Qing felt that there was no need to continue the conversation, so she turned around and said to him with her side profile: "I really should go. I still have to buy groceries on the way."

"Buying groceries late at night?" Lin Qingyuan looked at her profile and thought she was pretty in every way except that she had a cold personality. She reminded him of the jade Buddha in the novel.

"Yes. Vegetables are on sale at night." Wen Qing said as she took a step forward.

Lin Qingyuan didn't move, and said from behind: "Get in the car, I'll take you home. I won't lie to you this time. Otherwise, your taxi fare will be more expensive than the price of vegetables."

Wen Qing paused, turned around and got into Lin Qingyuan's car.

He was right. The taxi fare was enough to cover her and her grandmother's living expenses for the whole day. There was no need for her to spend more money just to be angry with him.

The car stopped at the entrance of the fourth factory dormitory, and Lin Qingyuan suddenly handed over a supermarket card.

"They were given to me by others, so I don't need them. You can take the flowers as compensation for tonight's emotions," said Lin Qingyuan.

"There's nothing to compensate for." Wen Qing smiled, "Just don't look for me anymore."

"You won't even give me a chance?" Lin Qingyuan stared at her with a deep look in his eyes.

"Mrs. Lin has already given me a lot for tuition, I should be content." She said politely, "I know your intentions, but I can't afford it, and I don't want to cause trouble for each other."

Lin Qingyuan withdrew his hand and remained silent, as if thinking about something.

Wen Qing took the opportunity to thank him, got out of the car lightly, closed the door, stood by the half-open window, and said to Lin Qingyuan with a smile: "Mr. Lin, please go slowly on your way back. Good night."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the gate of the dormitory area. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night, leaving only a trace of light fragrance, as if she was not far away.

Lin Qingyuan watched for a while, until the figures disappeared, then he turned around and started the car. He turned the steering wheel, and the blue Land Cruiser drove onto the street and merged into the traffic. In front of him was a river of car lights and street lights, but there was something different in his heart, and only he knew how rare that difference was.

From that day on, Wen Qing never saw Lin Qingyuan again, but many unavoidable changes occurred in her life.

Every time she went to the Lin family to tutor Lin Yuanyuan, she would have a cup of warm tea at hand, which was specially prepared by the Lin family's servants.

On the way home from the Lin family, there was always an ordinary-looking car to pick her up. The driver either claimed to be an employee of Lin Qingyuan's store or said nothing and just said he was sent by the Lin family.

Before she got off the car, the driver would always give her a bag of vegetables and fruits, all of which were fresh goods from boutique supermarkets. Wen Qing went to check and found that each one was very expensive.

Wen Qing couldn't sit still any longer, but she really didn't know what to do. She asked the driver to tell Lin Qingyuan not to give her a ride anymore, but the other party's reaction was surprisingly consistent:

"Miss Wen, we are also following orders. Brother Lin doesn't allow us to talk nonsense with you, otherwise we will be in trouble."

After all this, Wen Qing had no choice but to shut up and just hoped that the summer vacation would end quickly. Once she left North City, Lin Qingyuan might stop bothering her.

Sure enough, on the first day she set foot on the land of Jiangcheng, Lin Qingyuan completely disappeared from her life, as if the scenes in Beicheng were all dreams, disappearing without a trace overnight.

Wen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually put all the Lin family things behind her. She was just a prop to the young master's whim.

But she never expected that just now, when she followed Song Jingshen out of the barbecue restaurant, she suddenly saw Lin Qingyuan.

He stood in the dark, looked at Song Jingshen for a while, then turned to stare at her. Although he didn't say anything, that look made Wen Qing instantly recall the scenes that had happened, and a sense of oppression arose.

She suddenly remembered what Lin Qingyuan had said: If there were no men in Jiangcheng, he would chase her. If there were, he would get rid of the other person.

Will he get rid of Song Jingshen? At this moment, Song Jingshen was beside her, with his usual strong possessive attitude, and even a fool could see the relationship between her and him.

Wen Qing's scalp felt numb and her legs felt weak. She struggled to walk to the door, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

"What's wrong?" Song Jingshen lowered his head and asked her in the descending elevator, "You look so bad, what are you afraid of?"

"...It's okay." Wen Qing managed to utter two words, her eyes dodging. At this moment, she just wanted to be alone, or become invisible on the spot, so that no one could see her, and she didn't have to see anyone.

The phone rang, and Wen Qing looked down. It was a message from an unfamiliar number: "Are you okay?"

She quickly turned off the screen, but her fingers couldn't help shaking.

"Who sent it to you?" Nothing could escape Song Jingshen's gaze. He asked coldly, "Is it him who scares you?"