Chapter 51: Fifty-First Day as a Salted Fish
The man had a loud voice, and even the noisy music couldn’t drown out his grating tone. Qin Jiaojiao and Yang Yutong both looked over in his direction.
In the neighboring booth sat several young men accompanied by women with internet-celebrity faces—likely female hostesses who made their living selling alcohol in places like this.
They were all unfamiliar faces; Qin Jiaojiao didn’t recognize a single one.
Yang Yutong leaned in and whispered in her ear, “The guy sitting in the middle is Wu Kai, the marriage candidate my parents picked for me. He’s the son of the second branch of Beijing’s Wu family. The guys around him are his group of fair-weather friends—not a single good person among them. Just ignore them.”
Honest, decent men were rare in wealthy elite circles. Many of them were scum who had been playing around with women in nightlife spots since their youth, spending every day hitting bars and social gatherings.
Qin Jiaojiao couldn’t help but glance over there again.
The man sitting in the center of the booth had two female hostesses flanking him on either side. He wore a patterned shirt underneath an unbuttoned suit jacket, exuding a dissolute aura with slick, frivolous eyes. He looked like bad news at first glance.
The rest of Young Master Wu’s cronies in the booth didn’t look like respectable people either, each holding a woman while copping groper’s feels.
Qin Jiaojiao suppressed the disgust rising in her chest and asked, “How could your parents pick someone like this for you?”
This man was likely the very husband who would commit domestic violence against Yang Yutong after their marriage in the original plot. Since the Wu family held a bit of power in Beijing, the Yang family had urged Yang Yutong not to clash with her husband and just endure it.
Yang Yutong spoke offhandedly, “You’ve probably heard the saying before—all men are cut from the same cloth. As long as he gives money after marriage and doesn’t produce any illegitimate kids on the side, it’s fine.”
Marriage alliances between wealthy families were purely bound by financial interests. In private, many high-society couples lived wild individual lives; as long as things weren’t brought out into the open to tear off all pretense of respectability, keeping up a polished facade was enough.
Even the wealthy tycoons in Hong Kong had multiple wives and illegitimate children all over the place.
In truth, whether in wealthy families or ordinary households, society was always exceptionally forgiving toward men. Domestic abuse and affairs were things certain people believed women should just tolerate—as long as the man handed over his salary, he was free to play around outside and stay out all night.
Yang Yutong sighed, “Not everyone is Zhou Shaoli. Good men aren’t in circulation on the market—they’re already taken.”
Qin Jiaojiao asked her in a low voice, “What about your little wolf dog?”
Yang Yutong picked up the fruit wine brought by the server and took a sip. “Broke up last month.”
“Broke up?” Qin Jiaojiao was surprised.
“Got tired of him, so we broke up,” Yang Yutong said with a free-and-easy tone. “I never intended to have a future with him anyway. Why keep him around—for the New Year?”
Couples breaking up and getting back together was normal. During a relationship, as long as both sides had fun and felt satisfied, that was enough; she had no intention of hanging herself from a single tree.
Yang Yutong looked at the DJ mixing tracks on stage and said, “Nightclub crowds get foul and smoky when there are too many people. This is a friend’s new shop opening, so I came over to give him face and hype up the place. There’s a performance at eight-thirty—we’ll leave right after watching it.”
Qin Jiaojiao let out an mm. Having likely been used to a lavish life of luxury in her past, she didn’t feel out of place in a nightclub—she couldn’t say she hated it, but she didn’t particularly love it either.
Right now, she seemed to prefer elegant, atmospheric quiet bars where she could sip delicious custom cocktails and play casual games with her besties.
The neighboring booth was very noisy, with the sleazy flirtations between the men and women drifting over from time to time.
“Young Master Wu, I heard Yang Yutong got slapped by her dad and kicked out of the Yang Family Public Residence. Is that true?”
“Then will she still enter a marriage alliance with you?”
“This is the first time I’ve heard of a wealthy heiress getting kicked out of her house in our circle. With a temper like hers that even her parents can’t stand, you’d better watch out or she’ll commit domestic abuse against you after marriage, hahahahahahaha.”
“I heard her younger sister is way prettier and much more obedient than her. Young Master Wu, why don’t you just switch your marriage partner instead?”
The neighboring booth spoke exceptionally loudly, as if deliberately letting them overhear.
Yang Yutong slammed her glass onto the table with a loud thud, anger quickly flushing her face. If she hadn’t been mindful of her friend’s new business opening and the need to avoid causing trouble, she would have slapped their faces long ago to give them a clear taste of her foul temper.
Qin Jiaojiao’s expression darkened as well, her eyes sweeping toward the neighboring booth with displeasure.
“Who’s that next to Yang Yutong? She looks pretty good—glaring at people like a little kitten. Drag them over for a couple of drinks.”
“Yo, she’s actually glaring at us, hahahaha! So pretty, way better-looking than that minor starlet I played with yesterday…”
Seeing their words grow increasingly filthy, Yang Yutong reached her limit. She stood up, grabbed a glass of wine, marched over to the neighboring booth, and splashed it straight into the man’s face!
“You dumbass piece of trash, what did you just say?!”
Qin Jiaojiao quickly followed her side, “Tongtong!”
Having a face full of wine splashed over him in front of everyone, the man’s face instantly flushed crimson with rage. “You damn bitch!”
Yang Yutong could endure being talked about herself, but hearing them target Qin Jiaojiao sent her into a fury. Pointing directly at the man’s nose, she cursed, “You dumbass piece of shit! Keep your filthy mouth running and see if I don’t tear it apart!”
“Let’s see whether you tear my mouth apart or kneel down to beg me for mercy first!” The man lunged forward to get physical, but his friends pulled him back.
“Cool off, don’t lower yourself to a woman’s level.”
After all, Yang Yutong was potentially Young Master Wu’s fiancée. Before Young Master Wu gave the word, hitting his fiancée would be hitting Young Master Wu in the face.
The commotion caught the attention of the surrounding patrons. Not far away, the bartender and servers at the bar counter hurried off to find the owner.
Trouble was brewing—they couldn’t let their new venue get wrecked on opening day!
Standing on the second floor, Xiao Rui stared intently at the booth below. Was he seeing things? Qin Jiaojiao was at a nightclub? And she seemed to be getting into an argument with someone?
This was huge!
Xiao Rui quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Zhou Shaoli’s number.
Over the past few days, he had offered all kinds of apologies and enlisted He Juanbai to drop good words on his behalf; Zhou Shaoli had finally pulled him off his blocklist. The phone rang a few times before connecting.
Zhou Shaoli’s cold voice came through, “Is something wrong?”
“Brother, where are you?” Xiao Rui said anxiously. “I think I saw Sister-in-law at god Bar!”
Zhou Shaoli, who was busy working in his study, froze, his expression tightening. “She’s at Yang Yutong’s place.”
“Then it’s real! The woman beside her must be Yang Yutong. They’re picking a fight with someone named Wu. I’ll go down and take a look—Brother Shaoli, bring people over right now!”
“Send me the address.” Zhou Shaoli stood up, grabbed his jacket from the sofa, and said, “Go keep an eye on things, I’m coming over immediately.”
Xiao Rui: “Don’t worry, Brother, I’ll definitely protect Sister-in-law!”
Zhou Shaoli didn’t usually frequent such venues, but he had handled trouble caused by unruly younger relatives at nightlife spots in the past. He dialed Han Xiao’s number, instructing him to notify Zhuxing Group’s bodyguards to head there at the same time.
Slipping on his jacket, Zhou Shaoli buttoned it as he walked toward the underground garage, picking a random car to drive out.
He was a person who usually handled matters with calm composure, yet tonight his heart burned with anxious impatience. He kept the car at the maximum speed limit, heading straight for god Bar.
In the VIP booth area of god Bar.
Qin Jiaojiao pulled on Yang Yutong’s hand and said, “Tongtong, let’s go.”
She didn’t blame Yang Yutong for losing her temper; she wanted to slap those men a few times herself. However, neither she nor Yang Yutong had brought bodyguards along tonight. These men held physical strength over them; they could trouble them later, but confronting them right now meant taking the loss.
Regaining a bit of rationality, Yang Yutong let out a cold snort and prepared to leave with Qin Jiaojiao.
At that moment, Young Master Wu, who was sitting in the center of the booth, spoke up: “Drenching my friend with a glass of wine—you think you can just leave without apologizing?”
With Young Master Wu speaking up, several men in the booth stood up, making it clear they were blocking their exit.
Young Master Wu held a cigarette between his lips with a arrogant, playboy demeanor. “Apologize to my friend.” He pointed at the wine bottle on the table. “Then chug this bottle down, and you can leave.”
Chugging a whole bottle straight from the neck would leave a person dead drunk, if not worse.
Moreover, Yang Yutong had an arm injury and couldn’t touch alcohol; this was a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for them.
The atmosphere fell into a tense stalemate.
Several men stared at them with malicious intent.
Young Master Wu shifted his gaze toward Qin Jiaojiao and smirked, “Forgot Eldest Miss Yang can’t drink—the one beside you can drink in your place.”
The crowd chimed in with sneers and laughter.
“Can this girl even drink? If she gets drunk, will she just lie down right…”
Before the man could finish his sentence, a sudden, violent pain erupted in his head! Warm liquid trickled down from his temple; reaching up to touch it, he let out a agonized scream!
The hostesses watching the drama unfold in the booth shrieked in horror, scattering into the corners.
Qin Jiaojiao and Yang Yutong froze for a moment, looking at the young man holding the broken neck of a wine bottle. He held an indolent posture, his voice laced with a touch of viciousness: “What did you just say? Say it again to this young master if you dare?”
With his head cracked open, the man spewed filth: “You fucking…”
Xiao Rui grabbed another wine bottle off the table and cracked it over him again! A crisp sound of shattering glass echoed through the air; the man collapsed onto the floor on the spot, clutching his head and screaming in agony.
Young Master Wu and his group stared at the abruptly appearing Xiao Rui with a flicker of fear in their eyes, barely holding up a front: “Young Master Xiao, what is the meaning of this?”
Xiao Rui raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you blind? Can’t you see?” He let out a cold scoff, “Watch your step in the future—don’t go poking just anyone.”
To Young Master Wu and his group of young rich heirs, this scene looked like Xiao Rui throwing a random, crazy tantrum.
Even more shocking to them was what happened next: after beating someone up, Xiao Rui shed his overbearing posture and approached the delicate, beautiful girl beside Yang Yutong with a sycophantic attitude: “Sister-in-law, you weren’t frightened, were you?”
Qin Jiaojiao shook her head, “No.”
Yang Yutong looked at Qin Jiaojiao and asked in a low voice, “Who is he?”
Compared to the playboy front put on by Young Master Wu, Xiao Rui possessed an innate, roguish charm—quite the arrogant, domineering rich playboy.
Qin Jiaojiao replied, “Zhou Shaoli’s buddy.”
Yang Yutong found it hard to imagine Zhou Shaoli having a buddy like this. Stepping in halfway to resolve their crisis, he seemed like a pretty decent person.
Inside god Bar, the music beat fiercely on stage while patrons in the colorful lighting of the booth area cast curious glances over. Someone actually causing trouble on opening day—this was way more exciting than the music on stage!
On the booth table and floor, liquor flowed everywhere amid scattered glass shards. One of Young Master Wu’s fair-weather friends lay on the ground, while the others, seeing Young Master Wu’s unsightly expression, gathered closely around him.
Xiao Rui pulled aside one of the hostesses in the booth, “What are you standing around here for? All of you, scram!”
With such a major scene breaking out, the hostesses were only too eager to flee the conflict zone. They all scrambled to their feet and ran, leaving only Young Master Wu’s group behind.
Xiao Rui pulled out a few tissues, wiped down a booth seat until it was spotless, and said, “Sister-in-law, you two sit down for a moment. Brother Shaoli will be here shortly.”
Qin Jiaojiao knew tonight’s affair wouldn’t resolve itself quickly and needed Zhou Shaoli to handle it, so she pulled Yang Yutong down to sit.
Xiao Rui’s brazen occupancy of their space thoroughly enraged Wu Kai.
With a dark face, he demanded, “Young Master Xiao, what do you mean by this? Suddenly beating up my brother—you owe me an explanation tonight!”
Even though the other side had numbers on their side, Xiao Rui didn’t fear them in the slightest. With Zhou Shaoli backing him to handle the aftermath, he picked up a lighter from the table, lit a cigarette, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
“Sure, sure, I’ll give it to you.” A sneer curved the corner of his lips as he looked at Wu Kai’s group like ducks about to be slaughtered. “Someone will be here shortly to give you your explanation.”
The rich playboys who frequented the nightlife scene all knew this Young Master Xiao—none of them could afford to cross him.
Could there really be someone even more powerful than him coming?
Earlier, Xiao Rui had called that girl ‘Sister-in-law’—could she be the rumors’ wife of Zhou Shaoli? Beijing’s elite circle was vast, and young masters and heiresses who didn’t mingle in the same sub-circles didn’t know one another, so it was normal not to recognize Qin Jiaojiao.
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Kai’s back. Just as he was about to speak, over a dozen burly bodyguards in black suits suddenly poured in, surrounding the booth completely.
Two bodyguards at the booth entrance stepped aside to clear a path. A tall, slender man carrying an noble, elegant aura stepped forward with unhurried strides.
The man’s handsome face was expressionless, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His gaze was flat, yet his entire body emanated an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Entering the booth, his eyes landed on Qin Jiaojiao first before sweeping over Wu Kai and his group. When that flat gaze swept across them, a chill ran down their spines.
Xiao Rui puffed his cigarette and smirked, “There, the person giving you an explanation has arrived.”
The wall of dark bodyguards surrounded the booth, blocking out the sight of outsiders. Even if a life-threatening incident happened inside, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Zhou Shaoli walked over to Qin Jiaojiao, bending down slightly, his voice gentle: “Are you alright?”
Amid the noisy background music, his low, melodious voice held a captivating charm. Qin Jiaojiao raised her eyes to look at him and shook her head softly, “I’m fine.”
“President Zhou…” Wu Kai had just opened his mouth when Zhou Shaoli shot a cold, indifferent look over. It was as if Wu Kai had been choked by the neck, not daring to utter another word.
The nightclub atmosphere was hot, but the air conditioning was set low. Seeing Qin Jiaojiao wearing a dress, Zhou Shaoli took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, saying, “The owner will take you two to a private room to sit for a bit. I’ll handle things here shortly and send you back.”
Qin Jiaojiao pulled the jacket tightly around herself. Enveloped in his crisp, clean scent, her heart settled considerably. She nodded, standing up to leave the booth with Yang Yutong.
Yang Yutong glanced at Wu Kai’s impending-doom expression, feeling her foul mood completely vented. Serve you right for having filthy mouths—you’ve kicked a steel plate now!
Tonight’s clash was a quarrel among high-society young masters and heiresses; passersby only spectated from a distance, not daring to draw near.
These days, most people making trouble in nightlife spots were these wealthy, powerful heirs; ordinary people causing a scene would have been thrown out by security long ago.
The nightclub owner was Yang Yutong’s friend. He hadn’t expected that inviting people over to liven up the place would result in an incident like this—and even invite over such a giant Buddha!
Respectfully escorting the two girls to a cozy private room, he served them fruit and drinks with a smiling face: “If you two need anything, just press the bell to call me.”
Saying that, he closed the door and rushed back toward the booth.
Yang Yutong stabbed a piece of watermelon with a fork and ate it, asking unclearly, “Your husband won’t beat someone to death, right?”
Qin Jiaojiao froze for a moment, then said, “No, he has a sense of propriety.”
She had always thought Zhou Shaoli was gentle as jade and detached like a monk; fighting and causing scenes didn’t match him at all.
Yang Yutong leaned against her and said, “Your husband brought so many bodyguards to save the day tonight—what a grand display! Truly worthy of being the patriarch of the Zhou family. Watching those guys turn white as sheets was so satisfying!”
Qin Jiaojiao felt great inside too. Some men just loved using verbal harassment against girls with their filthy mouths—people like that simply needed someone to teach them a lesson.
The nightclub owner ran to the outer perimeter of the black-suited bodyguards, standing on tiptoes to peer inside. He wondered how things were going—he couldn’t let a life get taken in his new shop!
“Brothers, let me through, I’m the owner of this establishment. I’m going in to check.”
The bodyguard glanced at him and let him pass.
The owner squeezed inside and looked around. In the hazy, dim lighting, Zhou Shaoli sat upright on the sofa, his handsome face unreadable, looking noble and unreachable.
Xiao Rui rolled up his sleeves, his shiny leather shoe pressing down on Wu Kai’s bleeding head, saying, “Drink! Weren’t you clamoring for people to drink? Just a few bottles and you can’t take it?”
Wu Kai’s several good brothers weren’t faring any better, their faces swollen high and their expressions defeated.
So he’s already taught them a lesson?
The owner put on a placating smile, “President Zhou, Young Master Xiao, teaching them a lesson is enough. My little shop just opened today—if a major incident happens, I won’t be able to keep it open. Please show mercy and give me a way to live.”
Xiao Rui looked over at Zhou Shaoli on the sofa.
Zhou Shaoli spoke in a calm voice: “A new venue opening is a joyful occasion. If someone harasses guests in the shop in the future, the owner should pay closer attention.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll definitely pay attention! So many friends came tonight, which is why it wasn’t handled in time.”
The owner looked at the young heirs groaning on the floor, thinking he had better call an ambulance to take them to the hospital right away.
Zhou Shaoli stood up to leave the booth, his bodyguards following behind him.
Xiao Rui patted the owner’s shoulder, saying, “Alright, don’t look so mournful. Tonight’s drinks for the whole house are on my tab! Feel free to promote it and invite people to play.”
“Thanks, Young Master Xiao!” the owner smiled.
Xiao Rui caught up with Zhou Shaoli, heading over to the private room together to pick up Qin Jiaojiao and her best friend.
Zhou Shaoli and Qin Jiaojiao walked side by side, while Yang Yutong and Xiao Rui followed behind.
Xiao Rui glanced at Yang Yutong’s arm and teased, “You’re pretty something, huh? Coming to a nightclub to party even with your arm in bandages.”
Feeling grateful to him for stepping in to help, Yang Yutong explained, “I just came to liven up the place for the owner.”
“Has the owner run out of friends, inviting an injured patient to liven up the scene?” Xiao Rui quipped sarcastically.
Yang Yutong shot him a side-eye and ignored him.
After stepping out of the nightclub, Qin Jiaojiao took off the jacket she was wearing and handed it to Zhou Shaoli: “Thanks to you coming tonight. Thank you.”
Zhou Shaoli held the suit jacket over his arm and asked, “Were you frightened by them?”
Qin Jiaojiao had been a little scared deep down, but luckily Xiao Rui had appeared in time.
“A little bit.” She raised her eyes with a smile, looking at him, “Once you came, I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Zhou Shaoli’s heart stirred slightly. He said, “In the future, call me first if anything happens. I’ll come to your side as quickly as possible.”
Qin Jiaojiao nodded: “Mm.”
Zhou Shaoli: “I’ll drive you two back to Huazhou International.”
Xiao Rui stepped forward, “Brother Shaoli, give me a lift too! I drank alcohol and can’t drive.”
Zhou Shaoli pulled open the passenger door, and Qin Jiaojiao sat inside. Xiao Rui opened the rear door, looking at Yang Yutong: “After you, Eldest Miss Yang.”
Yang Yutong sat inside, and he followed her into the car.
It was Qin Jiaojiao’s first time sitting in the passenger seat while Zhou Shaoli drove. Fastening her seatbelt, she looked at the man driving, feeling as though she had drawn a little closer to him again.
Melodious music flowed through the car, soothing frayed nerves.
Zhou Shaoli drove the car into Huazhou International Apartments, watching them enter the apartment building before returning to the car. Xiao Rui moved over to sit in the passenger seat.
“Brother Shaoli, how was my performance tonight?”
Zhou Shaoli cast him a flat glance, “Hang around nightlife spots less and find something proper to do.”
Xiao Rui didn’t care, “My old man is in his prime and doesn’t need me to manage the family enterprise. With my mom around, those outside illegitimate kids can’t enter the Xiao family doors no matter how hard they scheme.”
Zhou Shaoli didn’t bother nagging him further, dropping him off at home and sending him on his way.
Over the next few days, Yang Yutong behaved herself and stayed home to recover from her injury, drinking all kinds of soups and light dishes cooked by the private chef Qin Jiaojiao borrowed from the garden villa every day.
Qin Jiaojiao possessed heavy taste preferences, eating spicy food right in front of her until her mouth watered with envy, yet she could only watch without being able to eat.
After staying at Yang Yutong’s place for about a week, Yang Yutong’s arm injury was nearly healed, turning her back into a lively, radiant beauty. Qin Jiaojiao had her driver pick her up to return home.
Upon receiving the news that Madam had returned to the garden villa, Han Xiao reported it to Zhou Shaoli right away.
“President Zhou, Madam has returned to the garden villa. Should we put the sky restaurant date booked a few days ago on the agenda?”
Zhou Shaoli asked him, “Check recent schedule—which day is convenient?”
Han Xiao couldn’t wait to display his perfect plan, saying, “No day is better than today! I think tonight is very suitable—you have time tonight, Madam is at home, and it’s still early before evening. We can inform Madam in advance to give her ample time to dress up.”
Zhou Shaoli didn’t quite understand where Han Xiao’s excitement was coming from.
Han Xiao was, after all, the number-one fan of the Yueli Couple, and his girlfriend was even a moderator for the Yueli Couple Super Topic! The post-marriage first date of the Yueli Couple needed a grand surprise!
Zhou Shaoli approved Han Xiao’s suggestion: “Inform the housekeeper.”
“Understood, President Zhou.” Han Xiao walked out with a satisfied smile.
Qin Jiaojiao was resting at home when Auntie Zhang suddenly told her that Zhou Shaoli was taking her out for dinner tonight and asked her to invite a stylist over to style her, leaving her feeling a bit puzzled.
Why were they going out to eat all of a sudden?
Auntie Zhang arranged for a stylist to come over, who applied her makeup, pinned up her hair, selected dazzling diamond jewelry, and fitted a beautiful high-end dress, dressing her up into a refined, delicate, and enchanting look.
The driver dropped her off at Feiyue International, escorting her into the elevator up to the top-floor sky restaurant.
Outside the French restaurant, fresh flowers and balloons were arranged, with a light pink carpet forming a pathway. Air ethereal, soothing music filled the restaurant, and the tables and chairs held a unique, refined French style.
The massive restaurant surprisingly had no other guests—quiet and serene, as if opened solely for her.
Qin Jiaojiao’s heart rate gradually accelerated. She walked along the carpet deeper into the restaurant toward the semi-elliptical open-air area. In that dreamlike, romantic setting, a single table was set closest to the glass railing, where one could overlook the city’s breathtaking night view.
Zhou Shaoli wore an exquisitely tailored suit, his tailored trousers wrapping his long legs. Standing by the railing, he quietly watched her step toward him one stride at a time.
Qin Jiaojiao seemed to understand something, her heart thumping uncontrollably.
“You’re here,” Zhou Shaoli spoke in his clear, low voice.
Qin Jiaojiao let out an mm. Zhou Shaoli pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down nervously.
Zhou Shaoli returned to sit opposite her. Red wine flowed in the transparent glass cups before them, and the server waiting in the distance came over to serve the meals before quietly slipping away.
“Are you hungry?” Zhou Shaoli asked gently.
Qin Jiaojiao lowered her eyes, “I’m alright.”
Zhou Shaoli: “Let’s eat dinner first.”
Qin Jiaojiao picked up her knife and fork. Cutting the beef, her mind was in complete disarray—in a setting like this, Zhou Shaoli was on a date with her!
She cut a small piece of beef and popped it into her mouth, finished it, and took a sip of red wine.
Qin Jiaojiao focused entirely on eating and drinking, unaware that Zhou Shaoli’s gaze remained on her the entire time, focused and attentive.
The dinner lasted nearly an hour before Qin Jiaojiao slowly finished eating.
Zhou Shaoli looked at her, “How does it taste? Do you like it?”
“It’s delicious.” Qin Jiaojiao nodded, picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth.
Zhou Shaoli’s voice grew deep: “Inviting you for dinner tonight, I have something I want to tell you.”
Qin Jiaojiao tightened her grip on the napkin, faintly sensing what he was about to say out loud.
In the city’s night sky, bright lights suddenly flew upward like scattering stars, forming brilliant fireworks. In the middle of the blooming fireworks, the words Zhou Shaoli ❤️ Qin Jiaojiao shone with dazzling brilliance!
Qin Jiaojiao’s mind went completely blank, her heart thumping wildly in chaotic panic.
Zhou Shaoli produced a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere, stood up, walked over to stand before her, and said, “Jiaojiao, I want us to become a real husband and wife, together forever.”
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