Ye Shengnan was a very romantic person, and after Jiang Yao got together with him, she was pampered like a little child.
On Children’s Day, as soon as Jiang Yao woke up and walked out of her bedroom, she saw a pink dreamland. Extending from the bedroom door was a path paved with candies, and at the entrance of the living room was an arched gate made of pink and white balloons.
Underneath the arch, there was a pink princess dress and a pair of crystal high heels, with a sticky note attached: "For the most beautiful princess."
Jiang Yao smiled knowingly, picked up the dress, went back to her bedroom to change, and when she opened the door again, she saw a teddy bear, with light music playing in the living room at so point.
The teddy bear lifted its chubby hand, gesturing for her to place her hand on top.
Jiang Yao did as indicated, and was then pulled into the center of the living room.
Her dress skirt drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and after the dance ended, Jiang Yao pinched the teddy bear’s chubby paw, "Take it off, aren’t you hot?"
Upon removing the headgear, Ye Shengnan’s stunning face appeared before her, his hair sowhat ssy, and his forehead covered in sweat beads.
Jiang Yao felt distressed and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I’m already so old, yet still making a fuss about Children’s Day."
But Ye Shengnan disagreed, "Even when you’re eighty, you’ll still be the little kid who can wear a princess dress in my eyes."
Wen Qiao saw the pictures sent by Jiang Yao and was imnsely envious, forwarding them to Fu Jinghen to complain.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Look how romantic Emperor Ye is, and then look at you, truly, no comparison, no harm.]
[Fu Jinghen: Oh.]
Oh?
Wen Qiao’s anger instantly flared up, and as her fingers swiftly moved across the screen, before even sending out another ssage, a bank card receipt notification popped up at the top of her screen.
[Your account ending in 3086XXXXX has received an inco of 61,000,000 yuan from Construction Bank on June 1, 20XX at 12:01.]
Not long after, another ssage popped up in her conversation with Fu Jinghen.
[Transfer 200,000 yuan.]
Then suddenly, a chanical female voice from her phone announced, "Alipay has received an exact amount of two hundred thousand yuan."
Wen Qiao: ...
[Fu Jinghen: Is that enough? If not, I can continue.]
Wen Qiao: "..."
Maybe this was a straightforward man’s idea of romance.
PS: Originally, I wanted to include another couple, but considering that the other small couple has not been explicitly written about to maintain a sense of mystery, I am releasing just these two for now.
You can also guess who the remaining secondary couple is, but I won’t spoiler.
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