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"Why did you bring me here?"
As soon as she asked, there was a knock at the door, followed by a quiet reminder from a servant, "Young Master, everything is ready."
"Mm." The man in her arms responded softly, gently releasing the grip he had on her waist, slowly sliding his hand down to hold hers, which hung by her side. "Let's go."
Shu Ran had not yet understood what was happening when he directly took her hand and led her outside.
The Qin Residence was a small duplex villa, simply decorated with a modern style.
The first floor consisted of the main hall, kitchen, and servant's quarters, while the second floor featured a long corridor lined with the master bedroom, study, and guest rooms.
At the end of the corridor on the second floor was a large dressing room.
Several women in professional suits stood straight. Upon seeing Qin Xian, they called out in unison, "Qin Shao."
"Mm." Qin Xian lazily acknowledged them and slowly pulled Shu Ran forward.
Shu Ran looked at him and then at the large group of people in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion.
Qin Xian stroked her hair and answered her unspoken question: "They are here to help you choose your outfit for tomorrow's Birthday Banquet. Be good and cooperate."
After finishing his words, before she could respond, he sat down on a nearby sofa with her and waved his hand to signal them to start.
Upon receiving the instruction, the stylists began their work in an orderly manner. Hundreds of evening gowns flashed before Shu Ran's eyes, making her dizzy.
Meanwhile, Qin Xian seemed quite interested as he leisurely scanned through each piece until his gaze finally settled on a Cheongsam.
Shu Ran followed his gaze and found herself momentarily stunned.
The light beige Cheongsam was simple yet elegant. It fell from the shoulder with several golden flowers adorning the sleeves, exquisite and graceful. It flowed down to the waist, where a proud peacock stood vividly on the hem of the dress, its posture magnificent and radiant.
Noticing the moment, one of the stylists approached and said, "Qin Shao, you have great taste. This Cheongsam is a masterpiece by renowned domestic designer Wennie, entirely handmade and one of a kind. The Young Mistress is exceptionally beautiful and has an ethereal quality that absolutely complements the elegance and nobility of this Cheongsam."
The stylist was full of compliments for Shu Ran, causing her to blush with embarrassment.
Qin Xian glanced at Shu Ran with a smile, his voice filled with affection, "Go try it on."
Shu Ran nodded and followed the stylist into the inner room.
Qin Xian lazily leaned back on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, while a servant timely brought him a cup of coffee.
After flipping through half of the magazine, the door to the inner room finally opened.
Qin Xian slowly raised his head, his gaze wandering freely.
Just one glance, this single look would make the years ahead, whether mundane or passionate, feel different. Whenever he recalled this moment's stunning glimpse, his heart would remain unsettled for a long time, willingly captivated.
Dressed in a light beige Cheongsam that wrapped around her delicate figure, she resembled a pale plum blossom just beginning to bloom—simple yet serene. With clear brows and bright eyes, she exuded an ethereal beauty, radiating a natural freshness that was elegant and gentle.
Her smooth long hair cascaded down to her chest, and her lips were lightly tinted with lipstick, accentuating her delicate and fair skin. Her clear eyes sparkled softly as they gazed at him.
Qin Xian stood frozen in place, his gaze deepening with an unknown desire.
Shu Ran stood before him, unsure of what to do as he remained motionless. She awkwardly smiled and asked, "Is it pretty?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Xian suddenly stood up and firmly ordered everyone else in the room, "Get out."
The stylist and servants hurriedly complied, exiting the room in a rush and closing the door behind them.
Shu Ran stood quietly there, her heart secretly racing.
Once the door was closed, Qin Xian slowly approached her. A captivating smile played on his lips as he gently gazed at her. His thin lips parted slightly as he responded to her question: "It's beautiful."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand and traced his fingertip along her lips, tender and utterly tempting.
His eyes sparkled with an unknown fierce fire, burning hot and passionate. When he looked at her, it seemed as if he wanted to devour her, drowning her in that blaze.
Shu Ran habitually avoided him, instinctively wanting to break free.
"Don't move..." He held her head, and the next moment, his thin lips descended aggressively upon her crimson lips, inch by inch, conquering her like a madman.
Shu Ran couldn't escape nor defend herself, so she had no choice but to go along with him.
"When are you going to marry me?" he asked suddenly amidst the deep kiss, lost in desire.
Shu Ran was so dazed by his kiss that she didn't seriously listen to what he said.
But the next second, he bit down hard on her lip, and with a hiss, Shu Ran seemed to taste a metallic flavor of blood.
"Speak," he insisted relentlessly, his attitude firm and domineering, as if demanding an answer.
He could no longer wait; his patience seemed to be running out. He wanted her by his side at all times; he wanted her heart and soul devoted to him.
He wanted to possess her.
He wanted her to love him.
Yet her heart seemed sealed for thousands of years; even he couldn't find a way into her inner world.
Ke Shuran looked innocent, wondering how someone could be so unreasonable.
She had obediently listened to him, trying hard to accept this thing she couldn't accept. Why was he pushing further and further, pressing her step by step?
Shu Ran felt so wronged.
Shu Ran felt so angry.
She looked directly into his eyes for the first time, filled with anger as she retorted, "When do you want me to marry you?"
Qin Xian seemed taken aback by her response, momentarily stunned, and his movements came to a halt.
He lowered his head, calmly gazing at her.
Shu Ran's eyes reflected her fury, and her cheeks were faintly flushed. Below, her delicate lips were swollen and bore traces of blood, a result of his actions.
He suddenly felt a sense of defeat; it seemed that every confrontation appeared to favor him, yet he lost miserably each time—losing due to his soft heart and his helplessness towards her.
He forced a bitter smile, feeling disheartened as he said, "If I say it, will you agree?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed to revert to the original Qin Xian, exuding an unyielding dominance.
He composed himself, his expression as cold as water. "If so, then now."
This relationship was a calamity for both of them, binding each other without any good outcome.
She couldn't express her feelings to him. Yet she also couldn't understand how terrified he was of losing her.
She was the only support during his difficult times; through countless long and torturous nights, she was his obsession—a kind of maddening obsession.
Therefore, he would not let her go.
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