The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

"Don't you think what Pei Yuanzhou said just now was strange?" Luo Huai turned to ask Zhu Shuangshuang.

Zhu Shuangshuang snorted coldly, "When has he ever not been strange? He used to do ambiguous things to you, but he only said you were brother and sister. Now he says you're brother and sister, but the way he looks at you is like he wants to devour you. He's got a problem."

Luo Huai also felt that he was overthinking things. When he returned to school, he ate lighter meals and indeed, he did not experience nausea or vomiting again. He gradually relaxed and naturally did not tell Xing Yanzhao about this incident.

Despite his busy schedule, Xing Yanzhao would have dinner with Luo Huai at Ningda University every night. If Luo Huai had a dinner party that night, he would drive over to pick him up.

Luo Huai's eyes were red and swollen tonight, clearly from crying.

Looking at the other girls who were with me, they were all crying their eyes out, especially Zhu Shuangshuang, who was crying so hard that snot was running down her face.

He remembered Luo Huai saying that Zhu Shuangshuang was the only one who didn't stay in Ningcheng and wanted to go back to her hometown.

Luo Huai has a strong sense of empathy, but unlike others, she doesn't express her emotions outwardly; instead, she tends to keep them inward. Xing Yanzhao has always been aware of this, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

"Reluctant?"

"Mmm." The tone was thick with a nasal quality.

Luo Huai looked up and asked, "Are you coming to the graduation ceremony the day after tomorrow?"

"Come here." Xing Yanzhao touched her exposed arm, which was a little cold. The evening breeze by the river was also a little cool. He took off his clothes and wrapped them around her. "I didn't have any plans for that day."

"The graduation ceremony takes place during the day, and there's a graduation party in the evening."

"Is there a show?"

"Of course there will be performances at the gala."

"I'm talking to you." Xing Yanzhao glanced at her, knowing she understood.

"I don't," Luo Huai smiled. "I'm not talented; I don't know music, and I can't dance."

“Then we’re quite compatible,” Xing Yanzhao said. “I don’t know how either.”

As the two exchanged a smile, Zhu Shuangshuang, having already pulled herself away from her classmates' crying, came up to them and said, "Alright, alright, you can go back now. Thank you for waiting for me."

Xing Yanzhao: "I'll have someone come and take you home. I'll take Luo Huai back later."

Zhu Shuangshuang gave the two of them a meaningful look, then slapped her mouth and said, "Oh dear, my mouth! You two go ahead, I'll call a car myself."

"Old Shen is on his way."

"Second brother, okay." Zhu Shuangshuang put her phone back down, squatted down and waited for the two of them, waving them away.

Luo Huai sat down with her and waited together.

The two sat there, Luo Huai resting his head on Zhu Shuangshuang's shoulder, and Zhu Shuangshuang resting her head on Luo Huai's head.

The two remained silent, tears streaming down their faces.

The two sisters were wearing beautiful dresses, with great figures and good looks. They were on a bustling street, and many men among the passersby stopped to look at them, but quickly looked away when they saw the guardian-like man behind them.

That look was quite frightening.

His tall stature made him look like he could easily take someone down.

Xing Yanzhao walked up to Luo Huai, stood there, lit a cigarette, and stayed there until Shen Er's car pulled up to the side of the road.

"You've been drinking so much?" Old Shen stood in front of the two with his hands on his hips, told Zhu Shuangshuang to get up, get in the car, and leave.

Zhu Shuangshuang looked up, her big, watery eyes wide open, and said, "It seems like I can't get up. You're turning around, but don't turn around."

Old Shen: "..."

"If you don't want to do it, I'll do it myself."

He stepped forward and hoisted the person onto his shoulder.

Suddenly, Zhu Shuangshuang felt dizzy and blinked blankly. Then she pulled her hair back and shouted that she was going to throw up. Shen Er told her to throw up quickly.

I hope Shuangshuang didn't throw up.

Seeing Xing Yanzhao carrying Luo Huai in a princess carry, she suddenly became very unhappy about being hung upside down and shouted, "Second brother, look at him! Look at him! Our Luo Huai is always carried in a princess carry!"

"They're a married couple." Shen Er stopped and looked back. "Do you want to be my wife?"

Let's both stay silent for a moment.

Shen Er smiled helplessly.

"Fine, I'll do it!" Zhu Shuangshuang patted his back. "Hurry up and give me a princess carry. I've never been carried like a princess before."

Old Shen's eyes flickered slightly. He chuckled and put the person down. Just as the person was about to fall, he caught them steadily, carried them in a princess carry for two or three steps, and then put them in the back seat. He bent down and fastened the seatbelt for the person.

Zhu Shuangshuang sat there, stunned, her long eyelashes trembling. Her gaze remained fixed on Lao Shen's back as he turned the car around and went back to the driver's seat.

Old Shen noticed her gaze and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Shuangshuang closed her eyes in a second, pretending to fall asleep.

Old Shen paused for a moment, then smiled. After greeting Xing Yanzhao and Luo Huai, he closed all the car windows and drove towards Ningda University.

Nestled in Xing Yanzhao's arms, Luo Huai recalled the scene from just now, her mind blank for a moment: "They..."

“It’s possible that Zhu Shuangshuang will stay in Ningcheng.” Xing Yanzhao looked down at her.

Luo Huai met the man's eyes and it took her a while to understand the unspoken meaning. She retorted, "What if Brother Shen leaves Ningcheng? Shuangshuang will be all alone in her family."

“Old Shen should be quite happy to marry into the family.” Xing Yanzhao had already seen through the clues.

Luo Huai was a little worried, "Shuangshuang got drunk, what if..."

"Old Shen isn't someone who doesn't know his limits," Xing Yanzhao reassured her. "If anything were to happen, we're all adults."

Luo Huai said "Oh," and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "We still need to go back to school; we need to get our certificates tomorrow."

I might not be able to get up until tomorrow afternoon after I get home.

"Mmm." Xing Yanzhao lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then carried her into the car.

The two talked for a while in the car, and soon after, Xiao Chen brought over the hangover soup.

Xing Yanzhao watched Luo Huai finish drinking, then reached out and wiped the water from the corner of her mouth.

Under the influence of alcohol, Luo Huai slightly tilted her head and pressed it against the man's finger, gently kissing it with her soft lips. Xing Yanzhao's finger trembled as he met Luo Huai's bright, watery eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he asked, "Do you know what this looks like?"

"Hmm?" Luo Huai couldn't help but kiss his finger; he'd kissed himself quite a few times before.

"Flirting." Before the man finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed Luo Huai's lips, the kiss deepening until he finally whispered in her ear in a deep voice, "You're going to get fucked if you keep doing this."

Luo Huai's pupils contracted, and she reached out to push him away: "No, no..."

In the end, the man simply kissed her all over, without taking anything further.

She sobered up amidst trembling and burning sensation.

It was already eleven o'clock when they got back to the dormitory. Zhu Shuangshuang lay sprawled on the bed and fell fast asleep. Luo Huai smiled, covered her with the blanket, and put a trash can next to the bed before washing up and going to bed himself.

I received a link from Xing Yanzhao before going to bed.

It's an electronic magazine.

The printed copy won't be available until tomorrow afternoon.

Luo Huai turned to Xing Yanzhao's page, which was a lengthy two-page article. She could read it carefully in just ten minutes. Two pages, ten minutes to tell the story of his thirty years of life.

The hardships they endured over the years, unknown to most, can only be described in a few words.

Luo Huai stared at the supermodel-like photo for a long time. After turning the page, there was an interview Q&A, and at the bottom of the page was a QR code for the interview video.

She scanned the QR code to watch.

On the small bed, Luo Huai wore headphones and watched intently, occasionally revealing a smile.

As the interview was about to end, Xing Yanzhao asked, "Aren't you going to ask about my marital status?"

The host looked surprised for a moment, but her professionalism allowed her to quickly recover and continue the interview with a smile.

The host asked, "Is Mr. Xing married?"

Facing the camera, Xing Yanzhao said, "I'm married. My wife's surname is Luo. She's a gift from God."

That gaze seemed to be looking at someone through the lens, revealing a tenderness.

I thought the interview was over, but the video wasn't over yet.

The man stood up from the chair, his tall figure immediately appearing in the frame. The photographer quickly adjusted the angle, and as the man got closer, his rugged and handsome features became even clearer.

Xing Yanzhao asked the person filming, "Will this last question be cut? I hope it won't be cut, thank you." Then he nodded politely.