The tightly closed door in front of her was suddenly opened, catching Zhao ii off guard, leaving her and Qian Jinqiu on either side, staring wide-eyed at each other.
A large hand reached out from beside Qian Jinqiu, pulling Zhao ii aside to make way at the door.
Qian Jinqiu briefly glanced at Zhao ii’s face and said nothing, retreating hurriedly.
Zhao ii watched Qian Jinqiu’s back disappear around the stairwell, and a large hand waved in front of her eyes: "Okay, she’s gone, what are you still looking at?"
Zhao ii followed Shi Yang back to the office, sitting quietly on the guest sofa, hands clenched, her mind a jumbled ss of thoughts, and sourly asked, "Brother, was she your blind date?"
Shi Yang shook his head decisively: "What blind date! Our families just had dinner together before."
Zhao ii gave him a sidelong glance: "You t the parents, and you still don’t call it a blind date?"
Shi Yang’s eyes flickered, and he raised the corners of his lips: "Then you’ve eaten and slept at my house, if having dinner together counts as a blind date, does that an you’ve already married into my family to be my wife?"
Zhao ii suddenly felt elated, smiling with curved eyes, "Marriage sounds great, as long as you propose, I’m ready to marry anyti."
Shi Yang’s eyes glimred beneath his pretty eyelids: "Oh? Then I want to marry you right now."
Zhao ii responded straightforwardly: "Then I’ll marry you right now."
Shi Yang laughed: "Sure, how will you marry ?"
Zhao ii confidently declared: "However you propose, I’ll comply!"
Shi Yang stood up, taking a bank card out of the desk drawer and handed it to Zhao ii.
This was Zhao ii’s first ti seeing a bank card; her parents usually used passbooks at ho.
Holding the bank card, Zhao ii looked at the string of numbers on it and asked, "What is this?"
Shi Yang squinted slightly: "Betrothal gift."
Zhao ii didn’t understand at first: "Huh? Betrothal gift?"
She turned to look at Shi Yang, eting his mischievous smile. Zhao ii suddenly understood, her ears reddening slowly, and she dryly said with a slightly hoarse voice, "A betrothal gift for ?"
Shi Yang held her hand, together pinching the bank card: "This is my private stash of money. I’m giving it to you to keep."
When Zhao ii heard it was money, she asked, "For to keep?"
Shi Yang squeezed her hand, lightly rubbing the bank card’s hard edges, speaking seriously: "It’s for buying a house. Right now, it’s enough for a bathroom and a balcony. By the end of next year at the latest, I’ll definitely have saved enough for the rest."
Zhao ii curiously asked, "Brother, why are you buying a house?"
Shi Yang’s lips curved into a teasing smile, glancing at Zhao ii: "For marrying a wife, of course! You’re in a hurry to marry , so I must quickly save up for our new ho!"
Zhao ii widened her eyes in surprise, staring at Shi Yang, their faces close, eyes locked, frozen in that mont. Her heart swelled with emotion, blood rushing through her like a surging wave, warming her heart until it lted like cotton, turned to liquid.
Overco with emotion, Zhao ii suddenly hugged Shi Yang’s waist: "Brother!"
Shi Yang held Zhao ii, his Adam’s apple slightly trembling, while his profile remained calm and gentle.
Zhao ii tilted her head up: "When I grow up, we’ll get married, and you’ll marry ."
Shi Yang couldn’t help but smile at Zhao ii’s slightly flushed face from excitent, his eyes crinkling into fine lines, looking irresistibly cool.
At noon, Zhao ii ate with Shi Yang at the company, and in the afternoon while Shi Yang worked, she helped with small tasks like checking receipts, running errands, and massaging his neck and shoulders whenever he looked tired.
Shi Yang’s neck felt comfortably sore and numb from her massage, so he simply put down his pen, lowered his head, and cooperated.
From a young age, Zhao ii was adept at sweet-talking and flattering, doing whatever she could to please her mom whenever she made mistakes. Her sowhat practiced massage skills were learned from her mom, knowing exactly where to press for comfort and where to elicit a bit of numbness or pain.
As Zhao ii kneaded the stiff muscles in Shi Yang’s neck from prolonged hunching, the needle-like pain gave way to indescribable relief.
Shi Yang shook his neck, turning to praise her: "Wow, those skills are pretty good, it’s really relaxing!"
Zhao ii grinned at the complint, shaking her arms and playfully complaining: "Brother, my arms are sore from all this kneading, why don’t you give a massage?"
Shi Yang chuckled, pulling her to sit on the chair’s armrest, massaging her wrist with his fingers, feeling her pulsating pulse. The two of them continued to massage and hold each other for half a day, spending hours effortlessly and without growing tired.
When Zhao Dazhuang and Liu Xiue arrived in the evening to settle accounts at the company and saw Zhao ii, they were both montarily shocked.
Liu Xiue scolded her: "What are you doing here? Have you finished your howork?"
Zhao ii, feeling guilty, quickly hid behind Shi Yang, using him as her strong shield.
Shi Yang laughed, trying to ease the situation: "Just as everyone’s here today, I’ll call my parents, and we’ll all have dinner together tonight, how about it?"
In the sweltering sumr, there’s nothing better than eating so spicy crawfish, ordering a few dishes of stir-fried seafood and scallops, and enjoying chilled beer in the air conditioning, talking and chatting, both leisurely and comfortable.
Shi Yang, having looked after Zhao ii since she was young, was used to it. With disposable gloves, he skillfully peeled shrimp for Zhao ii to eat bite after bite.
Liu Xiue reprimanded Zhao ii with a stern face: "Don’t you have hands of your own? Can’t you peel a couple for your brother?"
Shi Yang replied with a smile: "It’s alright, no need to let her burn her hands. It’s quite hot!"
Zhao ii, her mouth full of shrimp, held up her plate to her mom: "Mom, pass a scallop, I want to eat it."
Liu Xiue imdiately forgot she had just scolded the child, took the plate, and clipped two scallops, deftly picking the at and discarding the shells on the table before handing it back to Zhao ii, inwardly fond and indulgent.
Growing up, Zhao ii was pampered by both her mom and Shi Yang, apt to say she never lifted a finger could fairly describe her life, without exaggeration. Raised in a honey jar, she had never endured hardship, understanding little yet savoring life with innocence and ease,
Ever since Zhao Dazhuang started working at Shi Yang’s company, he felt like a fish in water, skilled in designing and drawing, previously handling everything from the thickness of a single screw to assembling parts for large machinery, requiring accuracy and precision. This intricate and varied work was like second nature to him; Shi Yang’s small-scale toy installation and design were a piece of cake.
Shi Yang also equipped Zhao Dazhuang with a laptop, and he had just learned to type with Wubi inputs. He spent his days engrossed in graphic design software, learning to create flat designs. Imrsed in new things and high-tech tools, Dazhuang lived a busy yet enjoyable life these days.
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