A popular female live streamer with a constant stream of wealthy patrons.

Xu Qinghuan pondered the sentence repeatedly before finally understanding its meaning.

So you're not drunk?!

Fu Yanshi was so angry he laughed.

Wasn't what I did obvious enough? How could she not see through my intentions at all?

"Yes, I was perfectly sober when I knocked on your door that day."

"But you, you, don't you have someone you like?" Xu Qinghuan's tongue was practically tied in knots.

She had personally seen the interview clip that Fu Jiajia sent her, in which Fu Yanshi said that he had a woman he was attracted to!

"Couldn't that person be you?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qinghuan visibly froze.

What does Fu Yanshi mean by this? Is he confessing his feelings to me?

“From the very beginning, from the moment I received your text message and knocked on your door to the proposal of marriage by agreement, everything was carefully considered.”

When he spotted Xu Qinghuan among the group of business travelers, he was already planning how to get closer to her.

Later, he received a text message from her and guessed that she was most likely drunk. However, after hesitating for a few seconds, he still did it.

He regretted not being braver when he was young, and that was something he didn't want to talk about. At that time, the opportunity was right in front of him, with the right timing, location, and people, as if it had been sent by God himself. So there was no reason for him to think about taking things slowly anymore!

Perhaps the best way to pursue her is to first take advantage of her and then win her over.

Seeing that Xu Qinghuan was in a daze, Fu Yanshi suddenly grabbed her hand.

"You come with me."

He pulled Xu Qinghuan into the car and returned to his study in Dongyue Bay. He found a letter among the neatly arranged junior high school textbooks and handed it to her.

Xu Qinghuan thought it looked familiar.

Isn't this the one I found by accident before...? It even has 0825 written on it.

"This is?"

"Open it and take a look."

Xu Qinghuan glanced at him questioningly, then lowered her head and opened the envelope.

The first sentence of the letter was—

Xu Qinghuan, my deskmate.

The letter must have been written a long time ago, because the edges of the handwriting are somewhat blurred, but the strong and powerful characters are still recognizable as being written by Fu Yanshi.

"Is this a letter for me?"

"Yes, I gave it to you."

"...But I don't remember it." No matter how hard Xu Qinghuan tried to recall, she couldn't remember any moments when she had private contact with Fu Yan.

All I remember is that they barely spoke to each other!

Although they were deskmates, I always kept my distance from him, wishing the teacher would move me to the last row! That way, I wouldn't have to deal with the girls who were pursuing him, who would always be chattering away, sending me love letters or asking me to pass on their messages. They didn't want me, a country bumpkin, sitting next to the school heartthrob, making him look even more handsome and noble, and making me look even more pathetic and poor.

"So you forgot that you returned this envelope to me yourself."

When Fu Yanshi put the letter in her desk, she was anxious throughout the entire class. After class, she was called out by her classmates to play basketball. When she came back, she saw Fu Yanshi holding the letter in her hand, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she impatiently threw it onto her desk.

From then on, they never spoke another word. Whenever get out of class ended, Fu Yanshi would leave the classroom and go to the playground immediately.

“I probably didn’t know this was from you.” Xu Qinghuan thought for a moment, and that was the only possibility. “I sent you so many love letters back then that they took up all my desktop space, so I…”

"So you think this is also a love letter from someone else to me?"