Sothing quite coincidental happened; while staying at the hotel, Qu Fulan discovered that the woman she had t at the airport earlier was staying on the sa floor with her boyfriend.
They walked ahead, and Qu Fulan didn’t call out to them. After all, it would be too abrupt to suddenly call out to strangers in passing.
She hadn’t seen the woman’s boyfriend yet, and her originally indifferent curiosity was piqued, wanting to see what he looked like.
Suddenly, a large hand covered her face, "Where are your eyes looking?"
Qu Fulan pulled down his hand, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I was just looking for the room number."
Pei Ji’an didn’t expose her lie, and proceeded to walk straight to a room door, using a card to open it.
Qu Fulan started rummaging through her suitcase, planning to set up the bed with her own sheets. No matter how clean the hotel seed, it couldn’t beat the set she brought.
Before she could get started, Pei Ji’an, sipping on mineral water, said mildly, "This is my regular room; no need to set it up."
Qu Fulan paused, realizing sothing: "...Is this part of the Pei Family’s property?"
Pei Ji’an nodded.
For the first ti, Qu Fulan felt like she had landed a rich catch.
The Pei Family’s properties were divided dostically and internationally. When she worked as his secretary, she only managed the dostic part; she didn’t know about the international side.
Now she truly felt it.
"If you’d told earlier, I wouldn’t have brought so much stuff. It was all in vain."
"Not in vain. Tomorrow on the island, they’ll be useful."
"A private island?"
"If you like, I’ll buy one for you soday."
"... ."
No matter what, President Pei’s attitude pleased her imnsely, and packing up felt delightful.
"Let do it. After such a long flight, a bath will make you feel more comfortable." Pei Ji’an ca over, taking the clothes from her hands and quickly hanging them up.
Hearing such considerate words, Qu Fulan couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his lips, then fled like a cat when he was about to retaliate.
Pei Ji’an half-closed his eyes, watching her escaping figure, leisurely picking up the mineral water again. The cool water ran down his throat, seemingly quenching so heat.
So things can be avoided initially but not ultimately; eventually, Qu Fulan was held and kissed for a long ti, completely swept away to the big bed.
The man’s strength was vividly demonstrated at such monts; hugging him by the neck, Qu Fulan felt like a small chick being easily lifted.
She expected a repeat of their usual routine—maintaining all behaviors beyond the bottom line—but he rely laid her on the bed and took out a small box, opening it in front of her.
It was a bracelet, a wrist bracelet, yet it didn’t seem like one, being a bit too large and clearly unsuitable for her wrist.
Before she could question it, he took it out and held one of her feet, clicking it onto her.
—Anklet.
Her feet were originally delicate with a touch of pink; the anklet instantly gave a bright, translucent look, appearing very beautiful.
The anklet had two small bells that made a crisp, pleasant sound when walking, very lodic.
"I love it." She genuinely loved it; it looked very pretty. "When did you buy it? I didn’t know."
"Custom-made, got it before departure."
Wearing the anklet, Qu Fulan walked back and forth on the plush carpet, making pleasant sounds, very comfortable.
It was only later that Qu Fulan realized the true significance of him gifting the anklet.
Besides making sounds while walking, at certain monts, the anklet would also make sounds—and those sounds were ones that could make one blush.
While the couple enjoyed their sweet mont, on another side, the pair Qu Fulan t at the airport were not really a couple.
The woman was charming and had the allure of a mature woman; she indeed was twenty-nine years old, whereas the person she called her boyfriend during the day seed younger, just over twenty.
"Put your stuff away and go back to sleep."
But the man didn’t move, just silently looking at her.
The woman smiled, "What’s wrong?"
The man’s hand by his side slightly tightened, paused for a few breaths, and still said, "About what you said earlier..."
The woman understood what he ant, gently smiling, "I said you were my boyfriend during the day; did that bother you? Since we’re out together, it would be troubleso otherwise."
The real reason was that as soon as she entered the airport, she saw that tall, handso man and was a bit interested. But upon discovering he had a girlfriend, the moral line had to be maintained, especially since the girlfriend was beautiful. So, she stopped by to say hello and ntioned having a boyfriend to reassure them.
The man’s hand by his side tightened again, "You know that’s not what I ant."
The woman raised an eyebrow, following up, "Mm, I know it’s not what you ant, so you can go rest."
Disappointnt flashed through the man’s eyes, and he eventually turned to leave.
The woman started removing her makeup, barely concerned about the man’s departure.
He was a troubleso little brother.
When she was sixteen, she sponsored a kid who couldn’t afford school. After growing up, he disregarded foreign lucrative jobs and ca to work for her as an assistant; yes, they are superior-subordinate.
But she had been married and divorced, no longer yearning for marriage, just wanting to have fun. A puppy-like boy was obviously not easy to shake off, and she wasn’t in the mood to develop anything.
Moreover, given the years of sponsorship, she always regarded him as a younger brother.
Though she kept her heart, she couldn’t control the puppy’s heart; the little puppy clearly had thoughts about her.
Troubleso.
Before dawn, Qu Fulan was pulled up by Pei Ji’an; she looked out the window at the pitch-black sky, baffled, "Why wake up so early?"
"You’ll understand once we arrive; get dressed."
Qu Fulan was sleep-deprived, feeling grumpy. She rolled over, presenting her back as silent protest.
Ultimately, Pei Ji’an took her clothes, insisting on helping her dress; Qu Fulan, outmatched in strength, had no choice but to comply.
With the dark sky and a bit of craziness outside, Qu Fulan had to put on a jacket, yawning as he led her out.
Reaching the beach, there were many small pavilions around; inside, one had a fairly large sofa. Pei Ji’an settled on one, and they sat in together; Qu Fulan, leaning on his shoulder, almost dozed off again.
Feeling teasingly patted on the face—gently—she squinted her eyes open, displeased, "What are you doing?"
Pei Ji’an turned her face directly toward the sea; now the sky was dimly lit, the horizon connected as a line. The next mont, the rising sun slowly ascended from the ocean, its brilliant rays gradually spreading, vibrant red clouds coloring the sky and sea.
As the sun fully rose, rounded and red, magnificent and vast.
All of Qu Fulan’s discontent vanished; the spectacle of nature rising just as is, a sunrise alone stirring great passion.
After the excitent, breakfast followed, "Waking so early just to see a sunrise?"
"You didn’t like it?"
Qu Fulan didn’t want to admit nor deny, awkwardly changing the subject—"What’s for breakfast?"
It was during breakfast that she finally saw the woman she t yesterday and clearly her boyfriend’s face.
Oh, a little puppy-like boy’s appearance, actually quite fresh.
And the woman looked sowhat older, so is it a sibling-like romance?
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