Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What is the condition? Tell me. I’ll definitely fulfill it!” Su Qianxun gazed at him determinedly.
“I want my tie back.”
Long Sijue’s request startled Su Qianxun. She held her breath sharply.
Five minutes later, when Su Qianxun returned, she was holding the tie she had stitched up some time ago.
“Put it on for me,” Long Sijue requested as he gazed at the young woman before him with a deep, sincere look in his eyes.
“But this tie is already torn. I stitched it up and embroidered a flower on it. Are you sure that you want to wear it?” Su Qianxun thought that he would look strange if he wore it outside.
“Hm,” Long Sijue replied and walked over. He stopped in front of her.
Su Qianxun saw that he had already turned his collar up, so she stood on her toes and looped the tie around his neck. She tied it up properly and folded his collar for him.
She stared at the tie that she had stitched up. It looked surprisingly nice against his black shirt.
“Actually, if you want, I can make you a new one,” Su Qianxun raised her head to look at him and said.
“No, I only want this one.”
Long Sijue suddenly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Just as Su Qianxun was getting dizzy and out of breath because of the kiss, he suddenly lifted her in his arms and strode back to his bedroom.
Once they entered the room, he put her down on the bed and whispered in her ear, “Move back in here tonight.”
Su Qianxun hesitated for a moment and hummed softly in acknowledgement.
After she agreed to his request, Long Sijue lowered his head and kissed her on her small lips again. The two of them started making love. While the young woman was slowly losing consciousness beneath him, she seemed to hear him whisper “sorry” in her ear.
When Huan Huan woke Su Qianxun up, it was already two in the afternoon. The director had told her to arrive at the studio at two thirty!
Su Qianxun was panicking. She did not even have the time to clean herself up. She merely put on her clothes and ran downstairs. She left Jin Garden in a hurry.
She could not possibly reach the filming set within half an hour. Su Qianxun felt so glum and frustrated that she wanted to bang her head against a wall. If she was late for her first shoot, the director would definitely think that she was not a punctual person. This would cause her to leave a bad impression on the director.
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In the director’s office at Long Corporation.
Long Sijue wanted to smoke, but he suddenly recalled what the young woman had said to him today. Eventually, he suppressed the urge to take out a cigarette.
But the next moment, a surge of bitterness spread in his chest. Perhaps he should be thankful that he was still useful to the young woman.
After all, she would only try to please him and stay by his side for something in return.
Ye Gu opened the door and entered the office. He said, “Young master, the master, the mistress, and some people from the Lan family are here.”
The moment he finished speaking, Long Aotian was already entering the office. Lan Qingcheng came in after him, wheeling Xiao Mingyan in her wheelchair. Xiao Mingyan’s arm was swathed in thick layers of gauze, and her face was pale.
Long Aotian walked into the office and started scolding his son right away. “You disobedient brat, how dare you allow a little c*nt to injure your mother. You really think that you’ve grown so tough that no one can touch you? Get over here and knee down right now!”
The second Long Aotian finished speaking, Lan Qingcheng suddenly ran over. There was a loud thud. She dropped onto her knees before the man and pleaded, “Uncle, Jue definitely didn’t mean to do that. If you want to punish someone, you can punish me. Don’t make things difficult for him.”
“Qingcheng, get up now. This is not your fault. Why would we punish you?” Xiao Mingyan’s heart ached for the young woman. She reached over to pull Lan Qingcheng up.
“I love Jue. I can’t bear to see him getting punished… I would rather get punished on his behalf.” Lan Qingcheng gazed at Long Sijue. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her sorrowful, teary face was tremendously pitiable and alluring.
