Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 21.1

Yan Qingqiu was warning her very seriously. She was not joking with Song Qingre. That slap from Song Qingre had really hurt. If Song Qingre hit her again, she would absolutely tell Mr. Yan about it without hesitation, so her dad could properly discipline her.

But she never expected Song Qingre to go even further. Song Qingre directly grabbed her hand, protected her stomach with the other hand, lifted her up like a little chick, and tossed her onto the bed. After Yan Qingqiu was thrown onto the bed, the pheromones filling the air rushed toward her from every direction.

At first, she had a lot of strength and immediately turned over. Who knew that the moment the back of her neck touched the pillow, her body would instinctively react? Her legs began to go soft. One second ago, she had been full of energy; the next second, her feet seemed to step into empty air, and she fell heavily from the bed to the floor.

Yan Qingqiu narrowed her eyes. Her elbow tried to brace against the floor so she could stand, but unfortunately, she did not have that ability and fell back down again. Even so, she still gritted her teeth and stood up, feeling deeply indignant. If not for this Omega constitution, if not for being in a heat-prone state, she could directly “up” Song Qingre.

An Omega’s body was way too soft!

Seeing this, Song Qingre worried that she had hurt herself and quickly circled around from the other side of the bed. She crouched down to look at her, her fingers rubbing Yan Qingqiu’s knee. “Stop struggling. Aren’t you afraid others will discover… discover your Alpha identity and think you’re too A, then harbor bad intentions toward you?”

Yan Qingqiu lifted her head and looked at her suspiciously. Hearing those words come from Song Qingre’s mouth was simply unbelievable. She felt Song Qingre was not quite normal, but she was not stupid either, so she followed the steps Song Qingre had given and went along with it.

Song Qingre blew on her knee again. “Does it still hurt?”

Her leg felt soft and numb, and her skin was about to burn.

Yan Qingqiu pulled her leg back, but the Alpha scent around her was too intense. She could not help kicking Song Qingre. Song Qingre was quick and pressed down on her leg.

“Don’t make trouble. If I kick back, you’ll roll several times across the floor.”

Yan Qingqiu had originally wanted to scold her, but thinking of Song Qingre’s strength, she held it in.

She lifted her eyes and secretly examined Song Qingre. Song Qingre had one knee on the ground, the other leg supporting her arm. It was completely a one-knee kneeling posture.

Her feather-like lashes fluttered, light as butterfly wings.

It was just that when their gazes met, the sense of invasion was very strong, proportional to her gentleness. However gentle she looked, that was how gloomy and possessive she was.

Yan Qingqiu subconsciously retreated backward. Song Qingre used clever strength to hold her down and said in a low voice, “If you keep moving around, I’ll tie you up and throw you directly onto the bed.”

“You…” Yan Qingqiu wanted to move but did not dare. Her skin had become sensitive from Song Qingre’s touch. She braced her fingers against the floor and retreated backward. Song Qingre did not seem to be merely threatening her. She took a hair tie from the bedside table behind Yan Qingqiu and used it to bind her hands. “I really will do it.”

Yan Qingqiu took the chance to kick her again, acting especially tough as she threatened, “You can’t do this. What if there are too many people around watching, and you tie me up, and someone comes up and does something to me? Then I won’t be able to struggle… You’ll be dead.”

“It’s fine. I’ll guard you from the side.” Song Qingre wrapped her securely and held her down so she would not move around.

Song Qingre tilted her head and had Yan Qingqiu look at the balcony with her. There was an easel on the balcony. Song Qingre leaned forward, curling her fingers to touch Yan Qingqiu’s cheek. “Be good, all right? Otherwise, I’ll tie you to the bed and paint you.”

The threat was very effective. The energy bristling all over Yan Qingqiu immediately scattered.

Song Qingre’s gentleness was like a calm lake surface. It looked clear enough to see the bottom, but once one stepped in, one did not know whether they would step into mud or have the soles of their feet cut open by sharp stones.

Song Qingre stood up again and held out her hand to Yan Qingqiu, meaning to pull her up. Yan Qingqiu did not obey. She sat on the ground, stubbornly protesting. She twisted her wrists and untied the hair tie. She tugged it hard, but unfortunately, she did not break it. Instead, it snapped back against the back of her hand.

During this time, Yan Qingqiu’s phone rang. The screen showed that Su Xingjie was calling. Her eyes rolled, and she paid attention to Song Qingre’s expression.

Song Qingre was very generous. “Answer it. It’s fine.”

Yan Qingqiu was not stupid. Answering it would be what caused trouble. If Su Xingjie asked where she was, how would she answer?

Yan Qingqiu decisively hung up. She pinched her skirt and felt that a certain place had grown hot again, extremely uncomfortable. “I want to go back.”

Those words fell into Song Qingre’s ears as “I want to go find Su Xingjie.” The frequency of Song Qingre’s blinking slowed, as if she was staring her down. She said, “Qiuqiu, actually, later on I was always very curious. Why were you able to be so close to Su Xingjie and play with her, yet you just had to hate me so much…”

Yan Qingqiu froze. Her toes pressed against the dim yellow floorboards. She did not understand why Song Qingre suddenly asked that. But she could not explain it either. “She” probably did not know Song Qingre was the female lead, right?

Why had she suddenly targeted Song Qingre? She had even burned the painting Song Qingre had worked so hard on. Forget Song Qingre being unable to let it go—Yan Qingqiu herself felt that was too much.

Was it because one was the female lead and the other was a supporting female character, so their natural magnetic fields did not align?

Or was it the game mechanism, forcing the supporting female character to follow her mission?

Thinking this deeply made Yan Qingqiu’s soul tremble.

Yan Qingqiu forced herself to think from another angle, and she actually managed to come up with something. She said, “Because back then, I was blind and liked Fu Ye, but Fu Ye liked you. So I hated you. I was young then, so I took it out on you. Isn’t that very normal?”

As she spoke, she also observed Song Qingre. Song Qingre sat by the bed, shoes stepping on the floor, slightly bent over as she looked at her. Her face was completely calm. Yan Qingqiu felt as though she had been seen through…

Yan Qingqiu herself could not keep speaking, and she did not dare meet Song Qingre’s eyes.

Song Qingre said, “Qiuqiu, you started lying from this moment.”

Yan Qingqiu choked, not understanding this riddle.

But her body felt chilled straight through… Had she exposed herself?

However, Song Qingre suddenly became generous. She said, “If you say you were wrong now, I’ll let you out.”

It sounded simple, but for Yan Qingqiu, it was extraordinarily difficult. She bit her lip and said, “Why should I? I’m not wrong. You’re the pervert locking me up.”

Song Qingre grasped her very well. “Then there’s no way. I can’t let you go. However, I can make an exception and let you rest on my bed for a while.”

“I’m a proper person. Who would go to your bed?” Yan Qingqiu did not fall for it at all. The bed was where the pheromones were thickest. If she climbed onto Song Qingre’s bed, it would probably be easy to climb up, but afterward, if she wanted to climb down, someone would have to carry her out.

Song Qingre stood up, took a chair, and placed it beside her. “Don’t sit on the floor. You’ll dirty your white dress. How will you go pick up your dad later?”

Song Qingre’s lips deliberately frightened her.

Given Yan Qingqiu’s stubborn-mouthed ways, she could have said, “You haven’t even complained to my dad yet.” But she only glanced at Song Qingre. Seeing that Yan Qingqiu would not sit in the chair, Song Qingre did not force her. She went and took a soft cushion for her to sit on instead.

After finishing everything, Song Qingre closed the door and went out. Yan Qingqiu was too lazy to bang on the door. She could not do such embarrassing things. She stood up and examined the room. Perfect timing. She could search it and see whether she could find any clues to advance the plot.

Song Qingre had locked her up, so she could not blame Yan Qingqiu for being impolite.

Usually, Song Qingre tidied her room herself. The maids only helped wash the sheets and duvet covers and mop the floor. They did not touch any other items.

The room was very simple, almost leaving nothing behind.

There were more art albums placed on the bookshelf. Yan Qingqiu flipped through a few, then glanced at Song Qingre’s wardrobe. She did not dare rummage around randomly, worried she would not be able to restore everything later. In the end, she opened the drawers and cabinets too, finding a box inside.

It looked a bit like the kind of box used to hold White Rabbit milk candies when she was little. She sat cross-legged on the floor and opened it. Inside were many cards. The handwriting was rather childish. Yan Qingqiu originally found a pen and scrap paper on the desk, then lay on the floor and wrote two characters to compare.

It was very similar handwriting.

The cards had already yellowed with age, and with a little force, they might crumble. Written on them were festival blessings:

[Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Miss Song, remember to come to my house and make mooncakes for me. I wish Song Qingre happiness every day and beauty greater than Chang’e’s!]

[Happy birthday, happy Valentine’s Day! Double holidays, double happiness. May all the luck in the world descend upon you. Please spend Valentine’s Day with me! I love you. Mwah mwah mwah mwah~]

[I’m not very good at math, but I can say 520. I’m not very good at English, but I can say I love you. I’m not very good at history, but I want to say that this emperor will conquer the world for you, and among three thousand beauties, I’ll only drink from one scoop. I’m not very good at Chinese, but I can say: “I love you like mice love rice.” I’m not very good at geography, but my heart is all your colony!]

There were also some paper scraps with very torn edges. Although the person who collected the scraps had worked hard to press them flat, it was still hard to erase the crumpled marks on them.

[Can you bring me along for your first-year high school outdoor training? I’ll just stay in your tent and won’t go out. I’m ordering you. You’re not allowed to resist.]

[Tomorrow at eight-thirty, I’ll climb over the wall to your house. We’ll go watch a movie together, then you’ll take me to try pufferfish. I also want to eat that thing.]

Some cards had no date, but the signatures were all bold and carefree: “Qiuer~”

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Song Qingre went out for a bit. She answered several calls. Around noon, she went to ask the doctor about Yan Qingqiu’s gland. The doctor was very tight-lipped and said nothing.

The butler asked, “Did something happen? What’s wrong with Miss’s gland?”

Song Qingre answered like she was speaking in riddles, “Wait for the report to come out.”

Whatever Song Qingre did, there was a pair of eyes watching her. Su Xingjie sat in the living room, and her eyes never stopped. Wherever Song Qingre went, Su Xingjie’s eyes followed.

After handling her matters, Song Qingre took chilled fruit upstairs. She had thought Yan Qingqiu would have run back to her own room, but Yan Qingqiu was still lying on the floor and had fallen asleep. She had simply shifted from the left side to the right side. Her breathing was even, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead. One leg was raised and bent, her arm pressed under a pillow as she rested on it. The hem of her skirt had nearly run up to her waist, and it looked as if she had pulled it up herself. Her two legs were exposed brightly.

Song Qingre stopped at the door for half a minute. She closed the door behind her and walked in, crouching beside Yan Qingqiu and patting her shoulder. Yan Qingqiu did not move. Song Qingre reached out to carry her, but Yan Qingqiu still did not wake. She turned over, facing upward.

She breathed out, her breath hot and burning.

Song Qingre had looked it up. Secondary differentiation was very difficult to endure. Many people would find an Alpha to mark them from the start, losing their reason and begging the other person to act more beastly.

Yan Qingqiu was very stubborn. If it were someone else, they would have softened into a puddle of water long ago. Yet she had actually endured until the mature stage.

Truly both soft and hard.

Song Qingre went to carry her again and felt something was off. She pinched Yan Qingqiu’s leg, lowered her head for a glance, and finally knew why Yan Qingqiu had kept wanting to go back. So she had already become completely wet…

“Sorry, I didn’t notice.” Song Qingre smoothed the messy hair on her face behind her ear. Her fingers lightly and repeatedly touched the outline of Yan Qingqiu’s cheek, her movements gentle, afraid of hurting her.

Her hair clung messily to the side of her face, and light and shadow fell across her cheeks.

Song Qingre’s fingers were about to touch her lips, only a millimeter away.

Yan Qingqiu muttered something. Her face had been heated by the sunlight until it burned. She turned over and continued sleeping with her back to Song Qingre.

Song Qingre could not keep looking. She stood and saw Yan Qingqiu’s finger hooked around a strawberry hair tie.

She froze for a long while, looking at the window and the glass. It was said that when dreaming, if one looked at a window, the window would show distortion from another dimension.

The rectangular window did not have a single crooked corner.

After coming out and closing the door behind her, she said to the butler, “She fell asleep. She was probably worried about Uncle for the whole day yesterday.”

“Miss Su is still waiting for her downstairs.”

“I’ll go tell her.” Song Qingre went downstairs and sat on the side sofa across from Su Xingjie. Because her long legs were blocked by the coffee table, she parted them slightly and said, “…Qiuqiu fell asleep in my room. If you still want to stay here and play, I’ll arrange a room for you so you can take a nap.”

“She fell asleep in your room?” Su Xingjie sharply caught the key phrase and was shocked. “Why did she fall asleep in your room?”

Song Qingre did not give any answer.

But Su Xingjie was filled with doubts about life. She lifted her head and looked upstairs, getting up to go check. Song Qingre added, “Maybe my room smells better. When she wakes up, you can ask her.”

Su Xingjie was not stupid either. Most likely, Song Qingre had locked Yan Qingqiu in there. Yan Qingqiu also cared about face. If Su Xingjie directly went to ask, she would definitely get angry.

“She didn’t sleep well last night. If you go disturb her now, when she wakes up later, she’ll have neither face nor dignity left. She’ll probably feel terribly uncomfortable,” Song Qingre said. Her tone was very gentle, and her attitude made it hard to understand.

Logically, both of them were guests, yet there was already a hierarchy between them. Here, Su Xingjie felt that only she was like a guest.

Back when they were students, Su Xingjie had not hated Song Qingre very much. Song Qingre often took her and Yan Qingqiu to play. Sometimes when buying candy, she would buy an extra portion for her too.

Afterward, things changed. She was also influenced by Yan Qingqiu’s attitude, resulting in neither of them liking the sight of the other.

Sometimes Su Xingjie felt regretful. Adulthood was like a boundary line, turning childhood feelings and adult rationality into a line. They had all stepped out of that line, but everyone changed their nature at the fork in the road.

Song Qingre had gone abroad, but she was like a stake, a road sign, forever planted in front of Yan Qingqiu. That made Yan Qingqiu increasingly repulsed and disgusted by her.

This regret accumulated over the years. Yan Qingqiu’s attitude never changed, and Su Xingjie also felt fortunate that she was much better off than Song Qingre. At the very least, she could continue being friends with Yan Qingqiu.

Upstairs, Yan Qingqiu slept for one hour. Not long after Song Qingre left, she woke up. When she woke, she was covered in sweat, but she had slept very comfortably, as if she had soaked in fruit juice. She lifted her arm and sniffed. Her whole body was full of citrus scent. Very fragrant.

So comfortable. Her body was soft.

From inside to outside, it felt as if someone had caressed her, satisfied.

She got up and did not see Song Qingre anywhere, so she carefully and secretly went to push the door. If Song Qingre still had her locked in… Oh, it opened directly.

Yan Qingqiu closed the door again and crept toward her own room.

When she reached her own room, she let out a long breath. She tugged at the clothes on her body and quickly went to the bathroom to run water and wash.

As she changed her underwear, she replayed what had happened today. Really, she had almost overturned. Fortunately, only her underwear had gotten wet. Her vest had not fallen off!

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At noon, the medical team stayed at the house for lunch. Because Mr. Yan had not yet returned, Yan Qingqiu sat in the main seat and politely greeted everyone to eat. She herself did not dare eat much and only drank a little porridge. The Doctor Qiao who had examined her gland was seated very close to her. Every time the doctor looked at her, it seemed as if there were hidden meanings in her words.

After the meal, the household servants helped clean things up. Doctor Qiao was about to leave, but she specially turned back, lowered her voice, and reminded Yan Qingqiu, “You must add my number. When the time comes, I’ll notify you for a follow-up check. You must take this seriously.”

Yan Qingqiu was afraid others would hear and nodded hard. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Su Xingjie walked over, very much wanting to ask Yan Qingqiu what was going on. Just as she was about to speak, the landline in the living room rang. The butler picked up the phone. After saying a few words, he smiled and told Yan Qingqiu, “Miss, Sir is coming back. His plane will land in half an hour.”

Yan Qingqiu was silent for half a minute. Her fingers tightened around her skirt, and her tone grew lighter as she asked, “Should I go pick him up?”

“I’ll prepare the car,” the butler said.

Yan Qingqiu stood at the doorway and stepped back once. She blinked at Su Xingjie, letting Su Xingjie look at her. Afraid Su Xingjie could not see clearly, she stepped back several times in a row. “I look nice today, right? Formal enough, right?”

At one in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, Yan Qingqiu’s golden hair was dazzlingly bright. Her hair had been braided, with a curved strand left by her temple. Su Xingjie helped her adjust it and sighed that she was really so fair.

She also carried fragrance.

This time, she had changed into a thin-strapped silver dress, a pure yet alluring style. There were thin bow fasteners on her shoulders, fine sparkles over the dress, and hollow lace on the hem. She looked both A and alluring.

“It looks good. But Qiu-bao, did your chest get bigger again?”

Su Xingjie’s eyes were like rulers, directly measuring it.

One sentence made Yan Qingqiu dizzy. Don’t. She had hidden it so carefully and even fooled the doctor. Was Su Xingjie going to discover a clue through her figure?

“Maybe this dress makes the chest more obvious.” Yan Qingqiu also frowned. The chest area of her clothes had indeed become very tight now.

Of course, saying this to someone who worked in fashion and had even reached director level was basically the same as plainly saying: “Look, I’m fooling you.”

Fortunately, the two did not speak for long. The driver brought the car over. The driver opened the door and asked, “Will Miss Su be going too?”

Su Xingjie usually played here, and Yan Fu knew her too. It would have been good for her to stay and eat a meal together, but there was something at her company. A model borrowed from overseas had encountered some trouble, and she had to go back early to handle it. Su Xingjie shook her head regretfully. “I’ll see. I’ll handle the work matter first.”

Yan Qingqiu seriously whispered in her ear, “Remember, you must come tomorrow. My dad comes back tomorrow.”

Su Xingjie nodded. “Got it.”

Before leaving, Su Xingjie glanced at her chest. An Omega’s intuition was very strong. The current Yan Qingqiu was very much like Su Xingjie when she had just differentiated. Her chest changed every day, and she unconsciously gave off a kind of “come pluck me” desire.

Desire was one thing, but she also carried a kind of backbone.

It made people especially want to break her waist.

What was even stranger was Yan Qingqiu’s attitude. In the past, Yan Qingqiu always complained to her, saying that her dad was the obstacle to her pursuit of love and a happy ending. Her way of addressing him was always “that old man” or “that old thing.” Now, not only did she care about her dad, she was even afraid of him.

When they were little, whatever a friend said, one listened. She was used to that way of addressing him. Now that she had become a mature adult, hearing Yan Qingqiu suddenly change the way she addressed him, rationality told Su Xingjie that something was strange. But… where exactly was the problem?

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Yan Qingqiu carried her bag and got into the nanny van. Song Qingre did not follow and only stood at the door watching. Yan Qingqiu sat alone in the backseat, and the space felt too empty. She was already rather nervous and wanted someone to accompany her.

She pulled open the car door, crooked her finger at Song Qingre, and called, “Get in.”

Song Qingre was slightly stunned at first, then walked over, bent down, and got into the car. She sat in the empty seat beside Yan Qingqiu and asked, “Why did you suddenly ask me to get in too?”

The car door closed, shutting out the hot, stuffy summer air outside.

Yan Qingqiu said, “What if my dad hits me?”

Song Qingre smiled and said, “Uncle has traveled such a long way and must be exhausted. How could he hit you? But don’t worry. You have me.”

Yan Qingqiu turned her head and looked out the window, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of her skirt. A moment later, she heard Song Qingre’s gentle voice. “Don’t be afraid.”

The weather was hot. The leaves had been wilted by the sun. Several sprinkler trucks passed by on the road. Even when Yan Qingqiu looked out the window, she could not see any beautiful scenery.

The traffic radio was on in the car, saying there would be rain tomorrow.

The butler said, “It didn’t rain at all last month. Tomorrow, there should finally be some rain. I wonder if the weather forecast is accurate.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll definitely rain. If the rain doesn’t fall naturally, there should be artificial rainfall,” Song Qingre said.

They were stuck on the road for a little while. The car stopped at the airport entrance. There were many people coming and going, and the traffic was dense. The butler wound around several turns and stopped at the VIP exit, then checked his watch and waited.

Fifteen minutes later, the butler’s phone rang.

Yan Qingqiu had nervously been clutching the fabric of her skirt the whole time. Sweat had gathered in her palms, and the back of her neck had started hurting. She regretted it a little. She should have worn shorts. That way, she could have shoved her hands into her pockets. Just as she was thinking this, someone held her wrist. She turned to look at Song Qingre. Song Qingre lifted her chin slightly, signaling her to look up.

Then Yan Qingqiu saw Mr. Yan.

There were very few photos of Yan Fu at home. Yan Fu’s room was usually locked, and she had been too embarrassed to sneak in. All the information she had was searched online.

Even in middle age, Yan Fu was still handsome. He wore a straight black suit, and a pair of silver glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. Probably because the journey had been too long, his brows were furrowed, making him look very stern and deeply imposing.

Yan Fu’s gaze swept over. When he saw Song Qingre, his expression eased slightly. Then when he saw Yan Qingqiu, his eyes darkened slightly. Yan Qingqiu’s heart began beating rapidly. Being looked at made her very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to hide.

Song Qingre went up and called, “Uncle,” naturally helping block her. Yan Qingqiu stood behind Song Qingre with her head lowered. Yan Fu smiled and replied, “Sorry to trouble you to come pick me up, Xiao Re.”

Yan Qingqiu wanted to open her mouth, but her mouth seemed to have lost its strength. No matter what, she could not speak. Her teeth even pressed against her lower lip and bit hard.

Yan Fu withdrew his gaze from her and said nothing.

The butler was helping carry luggage. Song Qingre helped take the briefcase. She turned her head to look at Yan Qingqiu. “Will you carry it?”

Yan Qingqiu gave a soft “mm” and grabbed the bag.

Originally, all the luggage was supposed to be placed in the trunk, but seeing her grip it so tightly, the butler simply let her hold it. When Yan Qingqiu got into the car, she held the briefcase, while her own small bag was slung diagonally at her waist.

After standing outside for a short while, her forehead was covered in sweat.

Song Qingre called to her, “Get in quickly.”

They sat in the same car. Yan Qingqiu sat in the back holding the bag. With several people together, it was far less relaxed than when they came. The atmosphere was unbearably oppressive.

Her whole body felt uncomfortable.

She wanted to speak but did not dare.

During her nap, she had even had a shallow dream. She dreamed that Dad had come back, and she was so smug, making Dad beat Song Qingre wildly.

When they were about to drive off, a man in a suit knocked on the car window. Yan Fu pushed open the car door, and the man said a few words in a low voice.

Although his voice was very low, Yan Qingqiu still heard a few words. It seemed someone from Fu Ye’s company had come and wanted to find Yan Fu to discuss something. Yan Qingqiu turned her head to look. There were many cars at the airport, and she could not tell which one was Fu Ye’s car.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that Yan Fu was also looking back. Their gazes met. The expression on Yan Fu’s face could almost emit black smoke. Yan Qingqiu was so frightened she could barely breathe: He couldn’t think I was looking for Fu Ye, right?

Yan Qingqiu wanted to quickly add, Who would look at him? Disgusting!

She had been very brave before, but now she could not say a single word.

Yan Qingqiu lowered her head. At that moment, her nose felt a little sour. She could not say what exactly felt wrong.

Yan Fu opened his mouth and said coldly, “Go my ass. Drive. We’re going home.”

His seat lowered, and he closed his eyes to rest.

Song Qingre spoke softly to her. “You were so nervous and waited for a whole day. Uncle is just resting. What are you worried about?”

With Song Qingre comforting her like this, Yan Qingqiu’s mood improved a lot. She thought, Mr. Yan should have heard that. He would know she had been waiting for him to come home all along, right?

Yan Qingqiu could not control her eyes. She kept looking forward. There was no response from the front, so she could only withdraw her gaze and think about getting home quickly.

Yan Fu was probably exhausted. When the car arrived, everyone got out, but Yan Fu was still asleep. The butler had people send all the luggage inside.

He gently patted Yan Fu’s shoulder. “Sir, we’ve arrived. Why don’t you go back to your room and sleep?”

“Mm. All right.” Yan Fu nodded. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he got out of the car, he nearly stumbled. Yan Qingqiu moved forward a step, wanting to help, then slowly shuffled back. Ai, she still did not quite dare.

“Sir, are you hungry?” the butler asked.

Yan Fu shook his head. He was exhausted and only wanted to sleep.

Yan Qingqiu had still been thinking of showing off her cooking skills tonight, so she felt a little regretful. She took a deep breath and held the leather bag in her arms even tighter.

Yan Fu finally looked at her. “Briefcase.”