On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

"Who dares to block my way, you reckless fool..."

The moment Yan Qinxue turned around and saw the other person clearly, she seemed to be frozen in place, as if her pressure points had been struck.

Everyone looked over and were immediately dumbfounded.

Yu Jinzhao sensed the eerie silence that had suddenly fallen, and looked up.

Upon seeing the newcomer, her eyes, which had been calm all night, rippled with emotion, and her heart trembled with shock.

Si Yao!

How could it be her? !

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the other side.

Yin Zhuo pushed open the door to Si Qing's office, walked in, and stood before Si Qing. He first nodded in acknowledgment, then said respectfully,

"Mr. Si, the Bo family's auction has already started. If you go now, you'll be able to catch the Shanghai Star auction..."

Si Qing leaned back lazily in the armchair, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his shirt collar slightly open, looking carefree and dashing.

His inherent aloofness and coldness were natural, adding to his air of asceticism.

The dim light from the desk lamp fell on his glasses, reflecting a warm golden glow that mingled with the chill around him, making him appear more refreshed.

The wrist adorned with Buddhist prayer beads was resting against the corner of a portrait displayed on the table.

The portrait clearly shows Yu Jinzhao as a young girl, wearing a blue and white school uniform, with her hair in a ponytail, sleeping on her desk in the classroom.

She rested her head on her arm, her slightly immature cheeks still bearing a hint of baby fat, which bulged out from being squeezed. The corners of her slightly parted mouth had faint, translucent marks, making her look a little silly and cute.

He pushed the glasses up with his fingertips, licked his lips as he lowered his eyes, and a seductive smile appeared on his lips, which vanished in an instant.

Hearing Yin Zhuo's words, he frowned slightly and asked indifferently, "What are you going there for?"

His tone had become much colder, and even the end of his sentence carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Didn't you say you'd go tonight..." Yin Zhuo paused, taken aback by Si Qing's question, and subconsciously blurted out what was on her mind.

"Aren't you planning to bid for that blue diamond for your wife?"

Si Qing narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the painting once more.

Suddenly, my memory was pulled back to that cicada-filled summer, the scorching sun seemingly melting the air, carrying a magical power that made me feel drowsy.

That was his second year as Yu Jinzhao's bodyguard, and their relationship had gradually become harmonious.

It was summer vacation, and the Yu family sent her to an art museum to take calligraphy classes. In order to protect her closely, the Yu family arranged for him to be her study companion.

Because she had dragged him to practice acupuncture all night the night before, she was so tired that she fell asleep right there in class.

The calligraphy teacher was unhappy that she was openly sleeping in class, so he hit her hard on the desk with a ruler.

She was jolted awake, her face still covered by goggles. Her fox-like eyes were wide open, hazy with drowsiness, and she was a little disoriented.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

The students around him burst into laughter.

She slowly realized she had embarrassed herself, lowered her head awkwardly, shifted her legs under the table, and angrily stomped on his foot.

He hadn't stepped on it hard. He turned to look at her, meeting her accusing gaze, as if she were blaming him for not warning her...

She's always been so unreasonable. He's not a god, how could he accurately predict when the calligraphy teacher would target her and then give her a warning?

Everyone says that the eldest daughter of the Yu family is spoiled and domineering, but only he knows that she is only spoiled and domineering towards her own people. Even if it is her fault, she will still righteously shirk responsibility.

The calligraphy teacher stood on the podium, glaring sternly at her. "The girl in the last row wearing glasses, come up and practice the calligraphy we learned today."

Under the deliberate admonishing gaze of her calligraphy teacher, her fair cheeks gradually flushed red with shame, and she remained motionless.

She hadn't listened to the lesson at all and knew nothing about it. She probably knew that going up there would only make her more embarrassed, and she was so anxious that sweat was dripping from her nose.

He couldn't help but shake his head, then suddenly reached out, took off the goggles from her face, and put them on his own.

He then stood up, walked step by step to the podium, and took the calligraphy brush from the calligraphy teacher's hand.

This action shocked the students around him, who all let out a drawn-out "Oh".

The calligraphy teacher realized he was trying to help her out, and laughed in exasperation.

"I was talking about the girl in the last row. Are you a girl?"

He seemed not to hear, and simply and decisively wrote out the calligraphy, then tossed the brush aside, arrogantly putting his hands in his pockets.

"Isn't sexism wrong? If I become insecure, will you take responsibility?"

"you!"

The calligraphy teacher's exasperated voice and the deafening laughter in the classroom ignited a wildfire on that scorching afternoon.

Afterwards, he was called out by his calligraphy teacher to stand as punishment.

He stood outside the classroom corridor, looking at her through the glass window. He saw that she was covering half her face, as if she felt that he had embarrassed her, and she didn't even look out.

Even after school, she deliberately distanced herself from him, walking with a group of girls, her attitude of not wanting to be associated with him making him both amused and annoyed.

I don't know who he did it for.

He carried her pink backpack and followed her at a distance, glancing at her every now and then through the crowd, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Little thing." He paused, then chuckled softly, so softly that only he could hear it, "How can you be so heartless?"

"So you're not going?" Yin Zhuo's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Si Qing tightened his grip on the portrait slightly, as if he hadn't heard him, and crumpled the portrait in his hand.

In the soft, warm light, the black Buddhist beads accentuated the slender, alluring shape of his wrists, and his gaze remained fixed on the portrait.

Without realizing it, she recalled the way he held her in his arms last night...

She was completely limp, her skin so white, smooth and delicate he could barely hold it. It was thin and sensitive; the slightest touch with his fingertips made it blush and turn a luscious red...

It was pressed against his palm, a collision of gravity between hardness and softness.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly stroking his skin with a tentative, trembling touch.

She has grown up.

Unlike her past youthful naiveté, she still retains a touch of coquettishness, but now she exudes more allure. Her flushed cheeks and flustered expression resemble a frightened deer about to flee after stirring up a pool of spring water.

It's true that she lusted after his body, but it's also true that she felt the same resistance towards him as she did when she was a teenager.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze deepening. "What? In a hurry to act like a fool?"

Yin Zhuo, "..."

It seems he misunderstood Master Si's meaning; he shouldn't try to be clever next time.

A proud man like Master Si means it when he says he doesn't like his wife anymore; he would never go back to an old flame!

Thinking about it, he turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Si Qing stood up, strode past him and walked out. Reaching the door, he coldly gave the order.

"drive."

Yin Zhuo, "Where to?"

"auctions."

Yin Zhuo, "..."

Good grief, this time they're really in a hurry to act like idiots...

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A bittersweet memory~ I'll write about Chaochao letting loose and arguing with Siye right away~