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The two embraced tightly, Yun gazing at the black tattoo inch by inch, as if it were a brand imprinted in her heart.
Her voice was low, each word deliberate: "Jiang Shiyu, I no longer possess the courage I had at twenty." At twenty, she had been brave, filled with curiosity about the unknown ahead. Back then, she was willing to accompany him on adventures and challenge the impossible. Now, all she wanted was to live a simple life.
It was impossible for them to be together forever; a lifetime was a luxury for them.
Jiang Shiyu's brow twitched violently, his eyes gradually reddening. He pressed his lips together, his throat dry as he swallowed hard. Gently, he stroked her hair. "Hao Hao, I won’t let you take risks. Our path has been cleared; I’m no longer that reckless kid from before."
Everything that Qin Nianzhe and he had secretly planned was now in motion. Lan Yun was strong enough to rival Feitian; Shi Yi was no longer an obstacle between them, and he wouldn’t stir up any trouble.
"Just trust me one last time."
Yun pushed him away gently, pulling the fallen strap back up onto her slender shoulder. With tearful eyes, she looked at him calmly. "Don’t forget that your father has always hoped you would help him."
He disdainfully pressed his tongue against his cheek, a slight smirk revealing his rebellious nature. "Jiang Hao already has a son."
Yun’s indifferent gaze softened slightly.
He continued, "I only hold fifteen percent of the Jiang shares without any position. The Jiang is in my uncle's hands; he's too busy fighting for his place to care about me."
After hearing this, Yun suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for him—forgotten by his biological father, used by his mother, and viewed as a thorn by his relatives; only his grandfather truly cared for him. The director who had accompanied him since childhood had also left.
She suppressed that feeling of heartache; she feared repeating past mistakes. Even without these obstacles, who could guarantee they would be fine together? Her courage had run dry.
Silently, she lay down, turning away and retreating into her shell.
Jiang Shiyu watched her without saying another word, turned off the light, and held her close. "This time, let me take care of you."
Yun was busy in the latter half of the month with performances in different cities and recording shows. She had three personal performances lined up across three cities.
After finishing her show in Nan Cheng and arriving at the hotel, she opened the door only to be enveloped in an embrace. Initially startled, she soon found comfort in the familiar scent of mint emanating from the man who held her close.
Since that night, the two of them maintained their relationship, diving headfirst into a passionate affair, expressing their unspoken love in this way. Occasionally, Jiang Shiyu would indulge in some romance—candlelit dinners, summer nights with Yan Zhuang, watching movies together after work, and booking a hotel for some playful uniform seduction.
The one who played the role of seduction was Jiang Shiyu. He knew exactly what Yun liked, and he was well aware of every handsome influencer she liked on social media. With his upper body exposed, dressed in black suit pants, a silver necklace, sunglasses, and an open shirt, each scene was set against dim lighting that accentuated his contours and unleashed his wild side.
Yun enjoyed this lifestyle immensely and even began to look forward to what the next day's seduction would bring. She tugged at his shirt and asked, "What service do you offer today?"
Jiang Shiyu carried her over to the sofa. The living room was lit by only one lamp, and Yun caught sight of his outfit—a red shirt, black suit pants, and a neatly tied tie. He leaned in closer and said, "You can pull it."
Yun glared at him. "How do you know I just liked that video of a handsome guy tying a tie?"
She had only just liked a video of a handsome guy tying a tie when he noticed it. Was he really monitoring her all the time?
Jiang Shiyu chuckled softly. She only liked a handful of influencers; he followed them all, so it was easy for him to see her likes with just a quick scroll.
He took her hand and said, "Come on!"
Although Yun hated being monitored by him, she also enjoyed his perfect imitation of her preferences. She raised her chin, her eyes sparkling. "I want to see the dance with the hip movements tomorrow."
Jiang Shiyu frowned. "What on earth is that?" He gently pinched her cheek. "Are you ordering now?"
Yun raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you catering to my tastes? I'll just tell you directly! It saves you from having to look through them one by one."
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