The kiss ends.
Su Ruanruan melts in his arms.
She’s still in a daze, her eyes filled with a watery shimmer.
Bao Jingyan is also moved, he asks her softly, "Hotel or home?"
Su Ruanruan leans on his shoulder, her voice soft like a kitten’s.
She says, "I promised Jingyuan to help her get the latest season’s bag."
Bao Jingyan laughs: "You do treat her quite well."
He accompanies her shopping, clearly aware.
His Ruanruan rarely comes out, she wants to stroll a bit more with him.
Bao Jingyan is willing to indulge her.
Su Ruanruan claims it’s to buy something for Bao Jingyuan, others in the family also take it into account.
On the way back, Bao Jingyan teases her: "You’re more and more like a matriarch."
Su Ruanruan pouts in faux anger.
Women always like shopping; she slowly browses through her purchases.
But Bao Jingyan pulls out a small box from his pocket, placing it on the dashboard.
Calm and unruffled.
Su Ruanruan spots it, face red to her ears.
She lowers her head, pretending not to care, she says: "Didn’t we want a child? Why did you still buy this?"
Bao Jingyan takes out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
Holding a lighter, ready to ignite, he hears her and puts it down.
He smiles: "Dad is quite right, after all, we can’t have a big belly wedding, otherwise people will say Miss Su is lacking restraint!"
What a shameless thing to say!
Su Ruanruan gets so angry she hits him.
He has been waiting for her to react just like this.
With the momentum, he traps her in his embrace, playfully teasing.
Soon after, Su Ruanruan can’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, tilting her head to kiss him...
Early winter night.
A fine rain begins to fall.
Gentle and tender.
The golden continental car turns on its wipers, intimate silhouettes inside the car flickering in and out of visibility.
In the distance, a black sports car flashes its high beams.
Inside, sits a handsome man.
He grasps the steering wheel, watching the captivating affection in the opposite car.
Night shadows twist and turn.
The tear mole at the corner of his eye glows crimson as blood.
...
He Jitang returns to the estate.
Old Madame He is helping little Ci’an wash his feet.
He Jitang watches with envy.
His mother doesn’t like Lin Xianni, but she has nothing to say against Ci’an.
He goes over and gently touches his son’s head, softly asking, "Were you a good boy today?"
He Ci’an nods.
Old Madame He chuckles with a cold sneer.
She says: "Oh, who’s back? Still remembers you have a son named Ci’an."
He Ci’an looks anxiously at his dad.
He Jitang, not wanting to argue with his mother, picks up little Ci’an: "Sleep with daddy tonight."
Old Madame He is harsh with her words but is actually pleased.
She quickly grabs a coat: "It’s cold outside, let’s put this on Ci’an."
He Jitang silently accepts it and takes his son away.
Arriving at He Jitang’s residence.
In the soft yellow light, little Ci’an nestles into the sheets, all soft and warm.
He softly asks: "Did auntie come today?"
He Jitang is pouring water, looks up at the question: "Do you miss her?"
Little Ci’an nods.
His clear eyes filled with longing, but he dares not speak, just stares straight at He Jitang.
He Jitang is particularly agreeable today.
He asks little Ci’an: "Shall I take you to her right now?"
Little Ci’an can’t believe it, only after a long while asks: "Really?"
He Jitang summons a servant to help the young master dress and put on socks.
Outside, he adds a thick overcoat.
Little Ci’an grabs his backpack, saying: "Uncle Bao will take me to school tomorrow morning."
He Jitang pauses, says nothing.
He personally drives to drop him off, the noise alerting Old Madame He when he leaves.
She then says to Old Master He: "Jitang is acting more and more improperly, rarely comes home early to spend time with Ci’an. Now, in the dead of night, he insists on sending the child to Ruanruan! The young couple probably have their own things at night, who knows if Ci’an will disturb them?"
Old Master He, however, remains silent.
After a while, he sighs softly.