Fu Qiyuan stared at the object in the wooden box, his aura growing increasingly gloomy and icy cold.
Next to the gun, there was also a black card placed there, which he casually picked up.
Su Ran saw the man pick up a card and curiously leaned over to take a look.
It was written in bold white letters against a black background—
["Darling, congratulations! Here’s your congratulatory gift, don’t be too touched! —J]"
Following the signature was a symbol that Su Ran recognized.
A fiery red Manzanita!!!
I’m touched, my ass!!
Who the hell gives a gun as a congratulatory gift?
Su Ran massaged her forehead, annoyed, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Qiyuan staring intently at the bright red Manzanita on the card, his gaze enigmatic.
"Ah Yuan, what’s wrong?"
Hearing the girl’s voice, Fu Qiyuan’s presence suddenly changed, becoming the gentle and elegant demeanor that Su Ran was familiar with.
He lifted the item in his hand and looked at her steadily.
Su Ran felt a headache coming on again and gritted her teeth, "Some nutcase, don’t mind him!"
Fu Qiyuan’s eyes flickered, and in the end, he said nothing, only nodding slightly.
Su Ran held the box on the coffee table with a speechless expression.
"An M1911? Quite generous, but... how do we deal with this?"
Guns are forbidden in Hua Country. Isn’t this psycho just causing her trouble?
Su Ran rambled on, and Fu Qiyuan simply reached out and took the box from her hands.
"What are you doing?" she blinked, puzzled.
Fu Qiyuan’s face was expressionless, "Confiscating."
As he spoke, he glanced at her again, his tone melancholic, "Or do you want to keep it for your collection?"
Listening to the man’s slightly resentful tone, Su Ran knew he had spilled his jar of jealousy.
Seeing him trying so hard to appear composed but actually looking quite annoyed, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud with a "pfft."
Su Ran shook her head and covered her upturned lips, saying:
"Nothing, I just suddenly feel very happy."
Fu Qiyuan’s expression darkened, "Because you received a congratulatory gift?"
At that, Su Ran’s smile twitched slightly, finding herself somewhat speechless.
How did his thought process take such a strange turn?
Isn’t he usually quite normal?
Seeing the man’s face growing more displeased, Su Ran gave a helpless smile and threw herself into his arms, pecking him on the face.
"Yeah, didn’t I just receive the roses you sent?"
Fu Qiyuan’s expression softened upon hearing that, and he kissed her on the lips as if giving a reward before saying:
Su Ran waved her hands dismissively, "I am a good citizen, you handle it!"
The man was satisfied and stroked the girl’s head.
Late at night, the darkness was dense, and the moon was sparsely accompanied by stars.
Su Ran lay quietly in bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
With her bright, sparkling eyes, she turned over again.
Then, the man beside her exerted a slight force, pulling her back into his embrace.
In the moonlight, Su Ran raised her eyes, only to collide with the man’s deep gaze.
She scratched her head, looking apologetic, "Did I wake you?"
Qi Yuan leaned over into the crook of her neck, inhaling the pleasant scent on her, his voice low and husky.
"Why aren’t you sleeping?"
"I’m happy, can’t sleep."
At her words, the man chuckled lightly, his warm breath tickling her neck and sending a shiver down her scalp.
Xiao Ran nodded gently, "Leading domestic fashion onto the international stage has always been my dream. Now, at last, my dream has come true."
"Indeed, we should be happy," he agreed.
As the man spoke, he kissed her gently on the earlobe, his deep and seductive voice caressing her nerves.
Stimulated, Xiao Ran’s body quivered slightly, and her earlobe began to feel warm. She buried herself into the man’s chest, rubbing gently against it.
"Having you witness my success makes me even happier."
Fu Qiyuan cradled her waist with one hand and stroked her hair with the other, tenderly saying:
"I will always be by your side to witness your success."
Xiao Ran smiled faintly, "Good."
Fu Qiyuan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "It’s late, get some sleep."
Xiao Ran poked his chest with a finger, her tone still carrying a hint of excitement.
Fu Qiyuan grabbed her fidgeting hand, rolled over, pinning her beneath him.
"How about I think of a way to help you fall asleep?" he suggested.
Xiao Ran blinked, "What way?"
With those words, the man leaned down and kissed her lips. The cool touch caught her off guard, causing Xiao Ran to pause slightly.
Noticing her moment of distraction, he bit her lip gently with a hint of punishment.
Suddenly bitten, Xiao Ran let out a low cry, looking at him with an innocent face.
Her eyes shimmered like stars, a pitiful yet accusing gaze that made Fu Qiyuan’s breath catch sharply.
Cool lips pressed against her eyes, his voice rough and subdued.
"Don’t look at me with those eyes," he said.
Xiao Ran, puzzled, "What eyes?"
Fu Qiyuan, "Eyes that seduce me."
Hearing this, Xiao Ran was somewhat speechless.
"When have I ever seduced you?"
"At every moment," he replied.
Xiao Ran huffed, "I have not."
Fu Qiyuan didn’t care whether she had or had not, and began to unbutton her pajamas, his breathing growing heavier.
With her face turning red, Xiao Ran looked at him and complained, "Have you been getting a little too obsessed with this sort of thing these past two days?"
Fu Qiyuan gave her a kiss, "It’s because you’re too charming, and besides, it’s been more than two days."
Only then did Xiao Ran hazily recall that these past few days, busied with brand launching activities, she hadn’t even had enough time to sleep, let alone think about such matters.
The man, feeling sorry for her hard work, had been behaving properly during this period, not even making any excessive moves.
But could such matters stop being calculated by counting the days?
In a daze, Xiao Ran felt the man’s kisses descend once more.
Different from before, today’s kisses, tender yet eager, seemed to be trying to prove something.
Her entire being was dazzled by the kissing, her head spinning and mind growing hazy.
Then, a low, lazy, and raspy beguiling voice sounded in her ear—
"Xiao Ran, have a baby with me."
Xiao Ran was startled at first, then, meeting the man’s earnest and affectionate gaze, her face turned red.
Her eyes flitted away, avoiding his gaze, and after a long while, she murmured with a flushed face:
"That’s not something I can decide."
Fu Qiyuan propped himself up and stared at her, his eyes brighter than the stars in the night sky.
"So, you’re agreeing?" he pressed.
Xiao Ran coughed lightly, "Do you like children?"
"Our children, naturally I’d like them."
"Then... let’s leave it to fate?" she suggested softly.
Fu Qiyuan frowned slightly, "What do you mean leave it to fate? I make my own destiny, not the heavens; the same goes for our child!"
Xiao Ran burst into helpless laughter, "Where does that come from?"
"Why not? As long as I put in more effort, that will do!" he insisted.
Fu Qiyuan didn’t give Xiao Ran a chance to speak further, leaning down to kiss her again, followed by his body slowly...