Zhan Yiran's eyes sparkled with admiration as she gazed at Gu Nanyan.
She really, really adored her sister-in-law.
Ahhh, her sister-in-law was the most flawless person in the world!
She wanted to learn from her and beco soone just like her.
After her excitent settled, Zhan Yiran rembered sothing else.
She still had to play matchmaker between her sister-in-law and her eldest brother.
Before, she hadn’t thought too deeply about it—she’d simply wanted to bring the two together. But now, she had learned the importance of respect.
She needed to ask her sister-in-law’s opinion first.
"Sister-in-law, do you like my brother? Would you be willing to be with him?"
Gu Nanyan lowered her gaze to Zhan Yiran. In that mont, the sharp, intimidating aura around her softened into sothing gentle and tender, her tone warm. "If I weren’t willing, why would I stay here?"
In this world, no one could force her to act against her will.
If she hadn’t taken a liking to Zhan Lingfeng, she would have left long ago.
Zhan Yiran understood. "Sister-in-law, you like my brother! Hahaha, that’s wonderful, just wonderful!"
"Sister-in-law, wait here for a mont." Zhan Yiran abruptly stood up and dashed out the door, returning shortly with Hua Ying'an in tow.
Together, the two of them sched to bring Gu Nanyan and Zhan Lingfeng closer.
"Sister-in-law, n are visual creatures. So, you absolutely have to dress up—sothing stunning, the kind that’ll blind my brother with your beauty."
Hua Ying'an nodded in agreent. "Yiran’s right. Nanyan, I’ll pick out a figure-hugging qipao for you. With your figure, you’d look absolutely breathtaking in one."
"Yes, yes!" Zhan Yiran chid in. "I’ll go find a styling team to give you a full makeover."
Gu Nanyan’s lips curled slightly as she watched the two of them bustling about. She didn’t say a word, rely smiling faintly.
Her smile was indulgent, as if she were watching two mischievous kittens.
Under her gaze, Zhan Yiran grew increasingly flustered. Scratching her head, she asked, "Sister-in-law… do you think our ideas aren’t good?"
Gu Nanyan shook her head. "It’s not that they aren’t good. It’s just too much trouble."
Why go through all that hassle? Her beloved would co running with just a crook of her finger.
"Go on. I appreciate the thought." Gu Nanyan tilted her chin slightly, signaling for them to leave.
Seeing that Gu Nanyan wasn’t taking their advice, Zhan Yiran grew frantic, her face flushing with anxiety.
If her sister-in-law didn’t take the initiative, there was no hope for her brother—he was practically a confird bachelor. He didn’t even have a single female around him, and he still held misunderstandings about her sister-in-law, refusing to co ho.
When would these two finally get together?!
——
Zhan Corporation’s CEO office.
Zhan Lingfeng’s expression was icy as he berated a subordinate, tearing apart their proposal as utterly worthless.
"Get out. Do it again!"
The subordinate trembled as they left, nearly bursting into tears the mont they escaped the tense atmosphere of the office.
Wuwuwu… The CEO is terrifying. Who on earth provoked him this ti?
Inside the office, Zhan Lingfeng massaged his temples, his expression still dark.
He was simring with frustration—angry at his subordinates for their incompetence, but even more furious at that woman, Gu Nanyan.
That woman… She really knew how to use him and then toss him aside.
He’d gone all the way to fetch her, only for her to ignore him the mont they returned.
Two whole days had passed, and she hadn’t even bothered to ask about him.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
Zhan Lingfeng’s face remained cold as he picked it up, only to see a WeChat ssage from Gu Nanyan:
"Did you practice copying my handwriting?"
For so reason, those words made his face flush instantly, mories of that day flooding his mind.
He was about to reply when another ssage ca through—this ti, an image.
It was a painting Gu Nanyan had made. Of him.
In the painting, he erged from the woods, slightly disheveled, but his eyes burned with intensity.
It depicted the mont he had gone to fetch her.
Every emotion on his face—worry, agitation, joy—was captured vividly, even the sweat at his temples rendered in perfect detail.
In that mont, he must have dazzled her, lighting up her world.
That was why she rembered it so clearly, why she had painted it with such care.
These past two days, she hadn’t contacted him because she’d been working on this.
A painting this detailed and lifelike must have taken her sleepless nights to complete.
The realization made his heart swell, a tidal wave of emotion crashing over him.
Right now, he needed to see her. Desperately.
He was going ho.
Zhan Lingfeng shot to his feet and strode toward the door.
——
At the Zhan family estate.
Gu Nanyan had painted several pieces in one go. For her, painting was effortless, especially simple portraits like these, where capturing the expression was key.
She tucked the other paintings aside, leaving only one on display.
After washing her hands, she settled in to wait quietly for Zhan Lingfeng’s return.
Downstairs, Zhan Yiran was sighing dramatically to Hua Ying'an.
Her sister-in-law was perfect in every way—except when it ca to matters of the heart. If she just sat around doing nothing, how could her brother possibly co ho?
At this rate, the two of them would never get together!
Hua Ying'an shared her worry. Having pursued Zhan Lingfeng for over a decade, she knew better than anyone how unyielding he was. That man’s heart was forged of steel—cold and unbreakable.
Just as the two of them were wallowing in despair, a gust of wind swept through the doorway.
Big brother—Zhan Lingfeng—was back!
Zhan Yiran and Hua Ying'an froze in shock.
What was happening? Why had he suddenly returned?
Zhan Lingfeng didn’t even glance at them as he headed straight for the third floor.
When he knocked and entered, he found Gu Nanyan seated at her desk, writing.
She wore a red dress embroidered with golden patterns, regal and luxurious.
A color and style that would overwhelm most—but on Gu Nanyan, it looked as though it had been made for her. She was born to wear such majesty.
Noticing him, Gu Nanyan tilted her head and beckoned, her voice warm and elegant. "Co here."
Was she summoning him like a dog?!
Zhan Lingfeng’s face flushed, but he obeyed, stepping forward.
Once he reached her, Gu Nanyan stood and gestured for him to take her seat, then positioned herself beside him.
"Now, you write."
She handed him the brush.
Truthfully, Zhan Lingfeng hadn’t practiced copying her handwriting. Gu Nanyan’s calligraphy was exquisite, and he had intended to emulate it—but then she’d gotten into trouble, leaving him no ti.
Now, holding the brush, he felt like a student being tested by his teacher, nerves creeping in.
Yueyang Tower Record.
After writing just four characters, his brow furrowed.
His strokes were nowhere near as refined as Gu Nanyan’s.
He worried she might be displeased.
Just as he was about to explain, a faint, cool fragrance drifted over him.
Then, a slender hand covered his own.
Gu Nanyan leaned in, her chin resting on his shoulder as she guided his hand.
Her warm breath brushed against his neck, and his mind went blank—nothing existed except the thunderous pounding of his heart.
"What’s this?"
Hearing the frantic rhythm, Gu Nanyan pulled Zhan Lingfeng up, wrapping an arm around his waist as she pressed her ear to his chest.
"Let listen. Who’s beating so fast in here?"
Zhan Lingfeng's body tensed, his eyes rimd red. Just as he was about to lose control and pull Gu Nanyan into his arms—
She acted first.
Before he could react, a warm kiss pressed against his lips.
He was kissed!!!
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