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A Passionate Death Beneath the Peony
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When Yuan Qingqing saw the handsome man in the Rotating Restaurant, she felt a twinge of uncertainty. Tilting her head slightly, a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes until she heard the woman beside him affectionately call out, " Yangfan." It was then that she confirmed this man before her was indeed her Brother Yangfan.
It had been four years since she last saw him.
During these four years, it seemed he had been deliberately avoiding her, always returning home only when she stayed overnight at school. As soon as she planned to go back home, he would sneak back to his private residence ahead of her.
Sometimes, she even suspected that he had secretly planted a tracker on her when she wasn't paying attention.
Furrowing her brow and gently biting her lip, she wore an expression full of confusion and discontent.
He leaned down and whispered something in the woman's ear, prompting a playful glare from her and a light punch to his arm.
Over the past four years, his romantic escapades had sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
But seeing him with a beautiful woman, enjoying the clear skies and warm spring weather while climbing mountains and flirting openly in the eighteen-story Rotating Restaurant was something she found hard to accept.
It seemed he had been living quite comfortably all these years, but it had nothing to do with her.
This realization left Yuan Qingqing feeling quite unsettled.
Sometimes it was better to encounter someone unexpectedly than to be invited. Blinking her eyes thoughtfully for a moment, she resolutely decided to go over and greet the Brother Yangfan who had evaded her for four years.
Taking a deep breath to bolster her courage, she strode confidently toward him.
She stood before him with a beaming smile, surveying him from head to toe before disdainfully saying, "Sir, you truly are the quintessential gardener of the new era. Whether it's peonies, dahlias, lilies, or roses, you welcome every woman with a hint of beauty. May I ask if your motto is 'Pick the flowers while they bloom; don't wait until there are none to pluck'?"
With her arms crossed and a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, she looked at him mockingly.
"Yuan Qingqing?"
Ye Yangfan recognized her as well and pretended to scrutinize her, squinting his eyes and displaying a rather disappointed expression. "My motto is 'To die beneath the peony blooms is to be a romantic ghost.' Unfortunately, you’re still just an underdeveloped little bean sprout, utterly lacking in 'interest.'"
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "interest," a mischievous grin on his face.
"Big Pervert." She gritted her teeth, glaring at him fiercely as if fire would shoot from her eyes.
"Bean Sprout." He shot back with a raised eyebrow.
"You’re dead meat." Yuan Qingqing narrowed her eyes, mentally calculating a thousand and one ways to deal with him while unconsciously tapping her fingers against her arm.
"Don't worry, I'm in great health. My medical reports are all top-notch; I’ll definitely outlive you."
Calmly lifting his coffee cup, he took a leisurely sip. Unexpectedly, she suddenly called out " Brother Yangfan " in an exaggeratedly sweet tone that startled him, causing his hands to tremble and spill coffee onto the woman's clothes beside him.
He quickly set down the cup and grabbed a napkin.
He thoughtfully took out the napkin to wipe off the mess for the woman. However, she snatched it away and tossed it on the ground, stomping on it twice. With her head held high, she shot him a defiant glance before strutting away arrogantly.
Sitting atop the mountain, breathing in the fresh air, she recalled Ye Yangfan's helpless expression from just moments ago and couldn't help but burst into laughter. She cradled her belly with both hands, laughing so hard that she nearly doubled over.
In these past four years, it felt like she had missed out on many wonderful moments, but that would no longer be the case. She vowed not to be absent from his life again.
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