"Ah!"
Yang Zimo yelped, her face flushing red.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed!"
"Hehe!"
Qin Chuan grinned nonchalantly, then provocatively challenged Miss Yang, "Come on! Come on! If you want revenge, come hit me!"
"You think I don't dare!"
Yang Zimo gritted her teeth in anger and lunged forward.
In their chase, the two figures disappeared through the hotel entrance.
As they got into the elevator, Qin Chuan was finally caught by Miss Yang, and his ear suffered once again, twisted until it was red.
"I'll pinch off this piece of flesh for daring to offend me!"
Qin Chuan winced in pain, begging for mercy repeatedly before he was finally let go.
"Next time you dare to touch me there, I'll make sure it gets cut off!"
Qin Chuan instinctively squeezed his legs together, trembling.
"Xiao Mo, how could you be like this...!"
Yang Zimo didn't understand at first, but when she noticed Qin Chuan's action, she quickly figured it out.
Her pretty face flushed again, and she stretched out her two-finger strike, intending to thoroughly punish this foul-mouthed guy.
"Ding!!"
Just then, the elevator chimed, indicating they had arrived.
Qin Chuan darted out like a rabbit, making Yang Zimo grit her teeth in annoyance. However, Qin Chuan, in his haste to escape, didn't notice the subtle upward curve of Miss Yang's rosy lips.
Being with Qin Chuan was genuinely joyful.
It was a feeling Yang Zimo had never experienced in any environment since she was a child.
Her upbringing was filled with strictness. Her parents aspired for her to become a phoenix and a dragon, teaching her to be self-disciplined, serious, and to walk the path of moderation.
Yang Zimo lived up to their expectations. From a young age, she displayed exceptional intelligence. After only three years of primary school, she skipped grades and went to middle school.
Two years later, she completed all her middle school studies and again skipped grades to enter high school.
After two years of high school, she took the college entrance examination and, at the young age of fourteen, was admitted to Oxford University, becoming the youngest genius girl in China's history to be accepted there.
After five years of study abroad, she returned home at the age of nineteen, already a doctorate.
Yang Zimo rejected the offers from prestigious universities abroad and the high-paying positions from many renowned tech companies, returning to China...
In the quiet, five-star hotel corridor late at night, Qin Chuan, at some point, had taken Yang Zimo's small hand. They stood outside a guest room door.
As Qin Chuan took out the room card and prepared to open the door, he suddenly turned and said, "Xiao Mo, close your eyes! I'll tell you when you can come in!"
"What is it, so mysterious!"
Yang Zimo pouted playfully but obediently closed her eyes. Inwardly, she was also curious about what the surprise might be.
After Miss Yang closed her eyes, Qin Chuan pushed open the door, quickly ran inside, and then closed the door behind him.
After about half a minute, the door opened quickly again.
Yang Zimo, who had already opened her eyes, quickly closed them again. Qin Chuan noticed but said nothing, instead covering Miss Yang's eyes with his hands.
When Miss Yang walked into the room, Qin Chuan finally released his hands.
Yang Zimo slowly opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes filled with unprecedented brilliance, her pretty face beaming with surprise.
Before her lay a carpet of rose petals covering the entire floor, a thick layer that felt soft and yielding underfoot.
The entire hotel room was filled with the fragrant scent of roses, a delightful aroma that created a perfectly romantic atmosphere.
Of course, this was only part of it. The walls were adorned with balloons of various colors.
What drew the most attention was the heart shape formed by red candles in the center of the floor. The candles were lit, and within their flickering flames sat a beautifully crafted birthday cake.
On it was written—Happy Birthday to My Girl!
Seeing the inscription on the cake, tears welled up in Miss Yang's eyes. These few simple words brought an unprecedented emotional impact.
While the current arrangement was thoughtfully done, it couldn't compare to the lavish decorations and the twelve-tier cake at the villa earlier.
There weren't as many people, nor a professional band, nor the boisterous laughter.
Yet, what lay before her brought Yang Zimo an unparalleled tremor of emotion, especially the words "Happy Birthday to My Girl" on the cake, which reached the deepest part of her soul.
Yang Zimo rarely cried, but crystalline tears traced paths down her smooth cheeks. She gently covered her lips with one hand.
"Why are you crying?"
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded beside her ear.
Yang Zimo turned her head and saw a pair of eyes filled with love, their radiance surpassing all else.
Yang Zimo could no longer control her emotions and threw herself into Qin Chuan's arms.
Qin Chuan caught the slender figure in his embrace and, as usual, teased, "I just set it up casually, don't be too moved... mmmph~!"
Before Qin Chuan could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by soft, full red lips. Miss Yang kissed him proactively for the first time, and with great intensity.
Qin Chuan savored the moment and responded in kind.
In the bright candlelight, the two figures, clinging tightly together, became more entwined, deeper and deeper, until they finally fell onto the bed.
Their lips parted, a transparent thread connecting them. Miss Yang breathed rapidly, and Qin Chuan's breathing was equally unsteady, his eyes burning with an intense light.
Yang Zimo felt it, not just in her heart, but in her body.
Just as Miss Yang expected Qin Chuan to make some further move, an unexpected scene unfolded.
The fervent desire in Qin Chuan's eyes slowly faded, gradually becoming clear.
He gently stroked the smooth face of the girl before him and softly said, "My girl, it's time to cut the cake. If we delay any longer, it will be tomorrow!"
Yang Zimo's heart, out of her control, fluttered once more. The name "My Girl" held such a special magic, making her heart race, surpassing everything else.
After a long moment, she hurriedly sat up, touching her flushed face.
If Qin Chuan hadn't reminded her, she would have forgotten such an important matter.
"It's all your fault, you scoundrel!"
Yang Zimo placed all the blame on Qin Chuan and then quickly went down to the floor.
Together they lit the candles. Today was Miss Yang's twenty-second birthday; she was the same age as Qin Chuan.
Under Qin Chuan's gaze, Miss Yang, wearing a birthday hat, closed her eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candles in one breath.
"Xiao Mo, happy birthday!"
As if by magic, Qin Chuan produced a bouquet of roses, with an exquisite gift box hidden in their center.
Yang Zimo saw it and, with trembling excitement, took it with both hands.
She then casually tossed the roses onto the bed, holding only the gift.
Indeed, roses were worthless in the face of a true present!
Miss Yang quickly tore open the gift box. Inside, a sapphire necklace sparkled with a crystalline glow.
If Li Ya were present at that moment, she would have noticed that the sapphire necklace in the gift box was almost identical in style to hers, with only the color of the gemstone differing.
One was red, the other blue.
Seemingly representing their vastly different personalities.
"I heard you have a rule for your birthday, Miss Yang, that you don't accept gifts over ten thousand yuan. I wonder if you'll accept mine?"
Qin Chuan said with a smile.
His response was a flirtatious, charming glare. "You scoundrel, hurry up and put it on for me!"
"Can you compare to those guys?"
This question made Qin Chuan extremely happy. He gleefully picked up the necklace, walked behind Yang Zimo, and helped her put it on.
Dong!!!
At that very moment, the melodious chime of an old clock sounded from outside, signaling midnight!