Qin Jiran used to always feel this way about Su Yanyi, but lately, he had discovered many different sides of her.
Yanyi was quite greedy when she ate, her face cold but her movements swift, like a little Tiger protecting its food. If someone really took the dish she liked, she would glare at them with an imposing yet adorable expression.
Sometimes, Yanyi could also be very funny, like the time she dressed up as a turtle. He would never forget that sight: her face was cold, but her entire demeanor oozed discomfort, so adorable that it could leave one stunned. And that time she told a joke with a straight face—it made him completely overlook the joke itself. Just watching her made him incredibly happy.
Yanyi’s physical prowess was also exceptional. Sparring with her, he felt her sharp skills matched her cool temperament perfectly, sometimes even making him think of a ruthless female assassin.
Then there was Yanyi’s straightforwardness, the firm and dominant way she dealt with the media, the pride mixed with shyness when she agreed to his pursuit, and the bits of tenderness she showed on their dates. All these, and many more, were the scenes engraved in his heart—the many facets of Su Yanyi, each one a precious treasure to him.
How fortunate he felt to have seen so many different sides of Yanyi, and how eager he was to discover even more of her.
"What are you thinking about?" The man’s eyes gleamed as he looked at her, and Su Yanyi, who had been feeling his gaze for a while, tried to resist asking but eventually couldn’t help herself.
"Thinking of you. You’re so beautiful that I feel pressured when I take you out." It wasn’t that the man was dishonest, but often, many thoughts couldn’t be expressed in words. However, if he had to sum it up, it would simply be "missing you."
Su Yanyi raised an eyebrow, her gesture full of vigor, and joked, "You’re so handsome that I feel pressured too."
Whether things or people, anything too beautiful or precious easily became the target of envy. Although she mentioned pressure in jest, Qin was indeed handsome. But no matter how handsome or wonderful, she didn’t believe anyone could outcompete her for this man. He was hers, and should anyone dare to take him from her, she would obliterate them!
Qin Jiran, who had just been complimented, resembled a large dog that had been petted by its master, slightly squinting his eyes in a very pleased manner. All his aloofness had vanished, and he even seemed to emit a whiff of docility.
The other three in their company all witnessed this moment: some rolled their eyes, some were envious, and some raised their eyebrows, intrigued. Where did this cute and silly atmosphere of a couple deeply in love come from? Could it be that when two icebergs collide, the result is a volcanic eruption?
Looking at that smile and the expression of being petted, was this still the high and cold idol known to all? Did his fans know about this adorably docile smile? Couldn’t we sell tickets for people to come and see?
And then there’s President Su’s imposing manner. Even in a relationship, she’s so domineering. Does she leave any room for others to breathe? She was joking about feeling pressured? More like making others feel the pressure!
Tsk tsk, when this couple steps out, they’re practically public enemies—inducing envy, jealousy, and resentment in full measure.
"How about taking a photo? I’ve got all the equipment ready," Liu Liu said, looking at the two standing together. From their styles to their clothing, from their appearance to their aura, both were flawlessly perfect, capturing a moment worth immortalizing.
Su Yanyi answered Liu Liu with action, moving even closer to Qin Jiran, almost touching clothes. Qin Jiran also straightened up a bit more, as if bracing himself. He was naturally used to having many photos taken and appearing on countless screens, but having a prepared photo taken with Su Yanyi suddenly made him feel nervous.