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"Really?!"
Upon hearing this, Leng Yixuan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed completely.
Heaven knows, he hadn't felt this nervous in many years.
But it was all because of the girl before him, whose smile was as radiant as a flower.
Her laughter was so pure and beautiful.
It resembled the pristine Snow Lotus, a beauty descended from the heavens.
And her pair of crescent-shaped Beautiful Eyes sparkled with clarity and purity, like the cleanest spring water in the world, capable of washing away all the filth and darkness of life.
Clear as a lotus, light as snow; such a woman is rare in this world!
Now that he had found her, he intended to cherish her deeply.
Thus, her avoidance and fear made him feel uneasy.
Knowing she was afraid of him because of what happened last time, he sincerely apologized, hoping to earn her forgiveness. His heart felt heavy.
Now, her forgiveness brought immense joy to Leng Yixuan.
The heavy stone that had pressed on his heart was finally lifted.
With that, a smile broke across his face, lighting it up with brilliance.
"Haha, it's wonderful that you can forgive me!"
The young man laughed heartily, excitement bubbling within him as he couldn't help but lift the girl in his arms and spin her around joyfully.
Upon witnessing the man's overly excited and joyful demeanor, Xin'er gasped in surprise, feeling a bit startled. However, when she saw the man's delighted smile, her heart felt sweet and warm.
After a long while, once Leng Yixuan had calmed down from his excitement, he began to teach Xin'er how to write, guiding her step by step.
Xin'er had long known that Leng Yixuan had excellent handwriting.
Thus, having a teacher like Leng Yixuan to instruct her in writing was something she naturally welcomed.
However, being taught so closely like this made Xin'er feel somewhat uneasy.
After all, she had never been this close to a man throughout her life.
At this moment, the man stood behind her. Although their bodies were not pressed tightly together, the proximity allowed her to catch the faint scent of Magnolia Fragrance emanating from him, enveloping her entirely.
The air around her was filled with his unique fragrance...
His large hand firmly held her small one as he slowly guided her strokes on the white paper.
It was only now that Xin'er realized how big the man's hand was.
It could completely envelop her small hand.
Moreover, his hands were truly beautiful.
His fingers were long and well-defined at the knuckles, and even his nails were neatly trimmed and clean.
The spring afternoon sunlight poured in like a shy young girl's radiant face; the warm rays were so comforting and bright.
The golden sunlight gently illuminated the room, filling it with light. A gentle breeze carried with it the fragrance of Magnolia, infusing the space with a refreshing aroma.
The surroundings were incredibly quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the pages of a book.
On such a sunny afternoon, it was truly delightful.
However, at this moment, Xin'er felt a strange unease rising within her heart.
She sensed her body being enveloped in a man's embrace.
Although their bodies were not pressed tightly against each other, the subtle touches made her feel somewhat anxious.
Moreover, his face was slightly leaning against hers, and his warm breath brushed against her neck, creating a hot and ticklish sensation that made her feel a bit numb. Even her ears seemed to be burning…
In the end, she felt as if a tingling current was coursing through her body from the back of her ears…
Her heartbeat became increasingly uncontrollable.
The 'thump thump thump' of her heart seemed to resonate even more clearly in the tranquil afternoon…
Just as Xin'er was lost in her thoughts, a low and husky voice suddenly broke through the silence.
"Are you done writing? What are you thinking about? Why are your ears so red?!"
"Uh..."
Hearing his question, Xin'er snapped back to reality and turned to look at him. When she met his deep, dark eyes, she was startled and felt her face flush. She quickly lowered her beautiful eyes.
After all, his gaze was so sharp and discerning that she feared if she maintained eye contact for too long, he would see right through her thoughts.
Xin'er thought to herself that she didn't realize he had already noticed something amiss on her flushed face.
As Xin'er shyly lowered her Beautiful Eyes, those striking Deep Black Eyes sparkled for a moment, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Unaware of this, Xin'er quickly shifted her focus to the words they had just written. She had been lost in thought earlier and only now noticed that the characters the man had patiently taught her to write were, in fact, her own name.
"Rong Xiner!? Hehe, this is my name!"
"Yes, it is."
Seeing Xin'er smile, Leng Yixuan's lips curled into a pleased grin.
"Hehe, you write so beautifully! Much better than I do!"
Xin'er spoke the truth. The three characters before her were crafted with strength and grace; one could tell much about the writer's character just from those strokes.
Xin'er thought to herself, feeling immensely happy.
After a moment's contemplation, she looked up at the man and cautiously asked, "Could you give this to me?"
After all, this was their first time writing together, and she wanted to keep it as a memento.
Upon hearing her request, Leng Yixuan gazed at the girl's exquisite face and couldn't help but smile broadly. Raising an eyebrow, he replied, "Why not?"
"Hehe, thank you!"
Upon hearing this, Xin'er felt a surge of joy.
In the following days, Leng Yixuan would visit the library every afternoon to find Xin'er, and the two of them would practice calligraphy together in the study.
After two days of instruction from Leng Yixuan, Xin'er began to practice calligraphy on her own.
However, due to his busy work schedule, Leng Yixuan had countless tasks to attend to. Yet, in order to spend more time with Xin'er, he moved all his work back to the study, reducing his time spent outside even further.
Often, it was his subordinates who came to the study to discuss matters with him.
During these days, the once spacious study now featured a newly crafted Sandalwood Desk, which belonged to Xin'er.
Every day, Leng Yixuan would leave in the morning and return at noon. He would handle his affairs in the study while facing Xin'er, who came every afternoon to practice her calligraphy.
Xin'er loved reading and was diligent in her studies.
As a result, her writing improved significantly.
This made Leng Yixuan very happy.
For in these eighteen years, he felt that this was the happiest time of his life.
In the past, although he was wealthy and his riches continued to grow, no amount of wealth could fill the loneliness in his heart.
But now it was different.
Whenever he lifted his gaze from the dreary accounts he had been poring over, what he saw was the delicate and beautiful face of the young girl.
Each time she practiced her calligraphy, she was earnest, focused, and hardworking.
He was utterly captivated by her serene and earnest expression.
Often, he would gradually shift his gaze from his work to the beautiful face of the girl, watching her calm and serious demeanor, observing her graceful movements; it was simply a delight.
Unbeknownst to Xin'er, however, was the intensity of the man's gaze.
After all, Xin'er was incredibly diligent and studious, pouring all her energy into everything she did.
She was focused and attentive.
Just like now, her eyes were fixed on the pristine white rice paper in front of her. She picked up a brush and slowly began to write, and what she wrote today was—
"Ha ha, Leng Yixuan, you are practicing my name!"
Suddenly, a low and charming voice sounded beside her. Startled, Xin'er turned her head to find herself meeting the amused gaze of the man with Deep Black Eyes.
Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she instinctively hid the freshly written characters behind her back.
"How did you suddenly appear behind me!?"
Xin'er exclaimed, her face displaying a shy expression as she felt a wave of frustration wash over her.
Why had she chosen to practice those three characters today of all days!?
And just when he happened to see it—she couldn't help but wonder what he thought now.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt an urge to dig a hole and hide in it.
Her eyes, filled with shyness, lowered as she dared not look at the man's face.
She was afraid of seeing the teasing look in his eyes.
However, just as Xin'er was lost in thought, she felt a gentle pressure on her chin, as someone slowly lifted it with a finger.
Beautiful Eyes raised slightly, and when their gazes met, Xin'er's heart tightened.
At that moment, there was not a trace of mockery in the man's gaze; instead, it was filled with focus, seriousness, depth, and... affection!?
Affection!?
Had she misread him!?
Otherwise, how could she see such tenderness in his eyes!?
Xin'er felt confused and increasingly anxious about the man's gaze.
He simply stared at her, unwavering and intent.
Time passed slowly, second by second.
The surroundings were quiet; neither of them spoke. Gradually, the atmosphere seemed to become somewhat enchanting.
Yet because of this, Xin'er's heart raced even more. She quickly covered the man's eyes with her small hands and exclaimed shyly, "Don't look at me like that!"
With her startled cry, her hands were soon gently lowered by his large hand.
His hand was broad and warm, just like the burning intensity of his gaze upon her!
"Why!?"
The man spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, yet filled with an indescribable emotion.
It was like a fine aged wine that had just been uncorked; the moment the bottle was opened, the rich aroma wafted out, intoxicating even before a sip was taken.
Faced with the man's confusion, Xin'er found herself at a loss for words.
His gaze was deeper than she had ever encountered.
It resembled two dark, bottomless pools, exuding a kind of magic that seemed to draw her soul in, making it impossible to escape...
And so, she felt afraid.
She sensed that things should not have developed this way.
Although this man was good, her mother's words echoed in her mind before she passed away—
"Xin'er, you must protect your brother and yourself. And remember, a man's words cannot be trusted!"
Her mother's advice had been etched in her heart.
Thinking about how her father treated her mother and their family made Xin'er feel uneasy.
Were men truly untrustworthy!?
Though she believed that this man before her was different from others,
she still hesitated to take that risk.
So, she absolutely could not continue like this.
"I'm sorry, I, I..."
Xin'er lowered her head and whispered something.
However, before she could finish her words, a large hand immediately covered her small mouth.
"There's no need to say anything right now."
Perhaps sensing that the girl was about to say something he didn't want to hear, the man furrowed his brow and spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Xin'er merely pressed her lips together in silence.
In the end, Leng Yixuan simply cast a deep glance at the downcast Xin'er before saying nothing more and returning to his seat to focus on his own matters.
Meanwhile, Xin'er stood quietly there, glancing at the man who was engrossed in his work, then looking at the four treasures of the study on the table. She picked up a brush but found she could no longer write anything.
Why did her heart feel so heavy?
...
As two days passed, Xin'er and Leng Yixuan interacted as usual.
However, the household had become increasingly busy.
From her previously excited and joyful demeanor, Xin'er learned from Cicada that the annual Talent Show was about to begin.
This annual Talent Show was an event hosted by Drunken Indulgence every year.
It is said that to better promote 'Drunken Indulgence', every year at this time, Leng Yixuan spends a considerable amount of money to host a Talent Show. This year marks the first such event since the opening of 'Drunken Indulgence' in Capital City, so it is planned to be quite grand!
Due to Leng Yixuan moving many work-related matters back to the residence, there has been an increase in the number of visitors coming and going.
Today, it is rumored that a group of dancers will come to the residence to perform for Leng Yixuan.
The performance venue is at Yaxuan Pavilion.
As its name suggests, Yaxuan Pavilion is elegantly designed all around.
It is early spring, with nature reviving and gentle breezes blowing.
Inside Yaxuan Pavilion, the beams are intricately carved, with rockeries and flowing water, and a jade tower. Each scene and object is pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, within Yaxuan Pavilion, the beaded curtains sway gently. Sheer curtains hang gracefully, while on a nearby bronze censer, sandalwood incense burns. The wisps of smoke rise, filling the room with the delightful fragrance of roses.
At this moment, at a sandalwood table and chairs in front of Yaxuan Pavilion sits a lanky tall man.
He is dressed in a purple silk robe made from fine fabric, embroidered with auspicious clouds crafted from golden and silver threads. A golden belt cinches his waist, accentuating his noble presence.
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