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Shu Ran suddenly felt very tired; this way of interacting was exhausting. She sighed, unwilling to continue in this stalemate.
She stopped struggling and even suppressed her anger, trying hard to soften her tone as she discussed with him, "Qin Xian, can you please not act like this?"
Qin Xian looked down at her from above, coldly asking, "What am I acting like?"
Shu Ran was on the verge of tears; she had never been good at arguing with others.
But today she was truly angry—angry at him, angry at his lack of understanding.
"I promised you I wouldn't leave, and I really won't."
With her lip bitten by him still swollen, she spoke with a sense of grievance, "But can you give me time? Time to adjust."
"I have clearly been trying very hard to accept you, but why are you still not satisfied?"
"What else do you want me to do?"
She looked up at him, questioning him weakly and helplessly.
The chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast a golden light. Rays of light refracted down and finally scattered into her eyes.
In her clear gaze, small droplets glistened like crystal. Slowly and sadly, one by one, they quietly fell.
Before Qin Xian could respond, he was interrupted by her voice filled with tears, "I wasn't like this before, Qin Xian. I am not like this."
She had never before taken her anger out on others, nor did she let her negative emotions show in front of anyone. Her depression, sadness, and anger were always buried deep within her, silently digested.
But when she met Qin Xian, he never gave her a chance. He repeatedly forced her to make decisions, to confront herself, and to vent all the good and bad feelings buried deep inside her.
Shu Ran could neither hide nor escape.
Helpless and confused.
In an instant, Qin Xian's rationality, scattered by desire and possessiveness, returned.
He had never known how conflicted she had been inside, nor did he realize how wronged and sad she truly was.
With a long reach, he pulled the frail and thin Shu Ran into his warm embrace.
For a moment, she heard his apologetic voice ringing in her ear.
"I know, it's my fault."
He gently stroked her back, as if infusing all his guilt into the warmth of his palm.
These words seemed to destroy the last line of defense in Shu Ran's heart, collapsing all her grievances. She finally broke down and cried out loud.
Buried in his chest, she choked on her words, weakly saying to him, "Please don't bully me anymore, okay?"
She did not scold, struggle, or even evade. She chose to compromise, compromising everything about herself.
Just to make him see that she truly had no way out.
He touched her face, smiling with tenderness and indulgence, gently agreeing, "Alright."
...
Late at night.
Qin Residence Master Bedroom.
A man stood on the balcony, his exquisite features illuminated by the moonlight, appearing somewhat soft in the hazy glow.
Upon closer inspection, his expression was indifferent and distant, with his dark eyes deep and cold like a chilling night.
Chen Jin stood behind him, his face serious as he reported word by word the information Qin Xian had asked him to investigate.
"Jiang Yiwei, 28 years old. General Manager of Chengwu Hardware Co., Ltd. His private life is scandalous; he once got his subordinate's secretary pregnant, nearly causing a death incident. Later, Jiang Youcheng intervened to suppress the matter."
"This afternoon he encountered Young Mistress, harboring ill intentions. By evening, he ordered his subordinates to investigate all information about Young Mistress, but I intercepted it."
Listening to the report, Qin Xian's expression grew darker.
After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice chillingly cold, "Teach him a lesson so that he never dares to appear in front of her again."
"Understood."
As soon as the words were spoken, a series of knocks echoed from behind, rhythmic and continuous, two knocks in total.
Chen Jin and Qin Xian exchanged a glance, instantly understanding his meaning, and quietly walked to the door.
When the door opened, Shu Ran's figure appeared before them.
She stood at the entrance, blinking her eyes, hesitating whether to step inside.
However, Chen Jin made the decision before her. After respectfully greeting her, he silently left, leaving the room for the two of them.
Shu Ran had come to ask Qin Xian when she could go home; she did not have the habit of imposing on others by staying overnight.
As soon as she asked, Qin Xian smiled slightly and casually offered her an excuse, "I will be very busy tomorrow and won't have time to pick you up. Besides, I need someone to keep my grandfather company and play chess with him."
"Are you willing to help me out, Mrs. Qin?"
Shu Ran truly found him difficult to deal with. Sometimes she thought he was ruthless and domineering; other times, she felt he was incredibly childish.
She knew that if she refused him, he would have countless reasons waiting for her. Sighing, she decided to give in to him, to Mr. Qin Childish.
"Grumble..." The sound from her stomach suddenly broke the calm moment, making her feel embarrassed.
Shu Ran blinked and smiled awkwardly, her ears slightly reddening.
She had been accompanying Zhou Jiajia for coffee since eleven in the morning, and now it had been a full twelve hours without any food or drink.
She originally planned to eat after buying gifts, but unexpectedly got intercepted and brought here.
Qin Xian reached out to touch her forehead and asked indulgently, "Are you hungry?"
Shu Ran nodded shyly.
Qin Xian was about to ask the housekeeper to prepare a late-night snack when Shu Ran stopped him, feeling it would disturb the maids who were mostly asleep in the villa.
"Do you want some noodles? I can cook them for you."
Qin Xian glanced at her thoughtfully and after a moment, replied lightly, "Okay."
...
In the kitchen.
Shu Ran tied on an apron, boiling water for the noodles while busily chopping vegetables. She also cracked two eggs and added them along with seasonings into the pot.
Qin Xian lazily leaned against the kitchen door, watching her busy figure. For a moment, he felt a bit dazed, a surge of indescribable emotions rising within him.
Warmth?
Perhaps.
In no time, Shu Ran skillfully divided the noodles in the pot into two bowls and carefully carried them to the dining table.
"It's ready," she said with a gentle smile, inviting Qin Xian, who was standing at the door, to come over. "Come and try it."
Qin Xian slowly sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and lifted some noodles from the bowl to taste.
Not too salty or bland; the flavor was just right.
Suddenly curious, he asked, "Can you cook?"
"Yes, a little bit."
"Did you learn from your mom?" Qin Xian assumed her skills were inherited from Shu Mother and casually asked.
However, Ke Shuran's chopsticks paused mid-air. She was stunned for a few seconds before finally shaking her head and quietly denying it. "No. When I was little, I watched my dad cook and picked up a little bit."
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