"Smooth talker," Qiao Xinruo felt goosebumps rise on her skin and quickly warned Zhou Jinglan, "Don't do this, don't do this to me, I can't stand it."

Qiao Xinruo has a poor appetite and can't stand anything too greasy, whether it's the food or the person.

What actually attracted her to Zhou Jinglan was his simple and refreshing temperament, as well as his handsome face and perfect figure.

“This face won’t work either,” Qiao Xinruo added.

Zhou Jinglan: "..."

It's the face again?

He had heard from various people more than once that Qiao Xinruo was attracted to looks, which was why he insisted on waiting for the scar on his face to heal before confessing his feelings. Although he had "successfully" succeeded, he still felt a little uneasy, after all, Qiao Xinruo had seen him at his most "ugly".

"So, you really like my face?" Zhou Jinglan asked.

"Mmm." Qiao Xinruo nodded, readily admitting it, and even gave it a quick pat. "It's exactly my type, not bad."

“Then…” Zhou Jinglan hesitated for a moment, but he felt that if he didn’t ask, he would keep overthinking it. But Qiao Xinruo wasn’t the type of person who liked people to be coy. “When you saved me, I was burning up like that…”

Even unspoken words are understood.

"But aren't you all better now?"

"Yes." Zhou Jinglan nodded.

He wanted to ask what if he hadn't healed the wound on his face? But he didn't dare ask. What if Qiao Xinruo's answer wasn't what he wanted? It would only cause him more trouble and would be meaningless. But he couldn't hide his thoughts at all, and Qiao Xinruo was an extremely perceptive person.

Seeing Zhou Jinglan's hesitant expression, she immediately guessed what was going on.

"Are you trying to ask if I would still date you if you hadn't bought Qiaorentang's scar removal cream and hadn't healed the scars on your face and body?" Qiao Xinruo bluntly stated her opinion.

Just as Zhou Jinglan knew, she was never the type to be coy or hesitant. With her, there were no taboos and nothing was off-limits.

Zhou Jinglan nodded.

"Then let me ask you in return, before you're cured, would you dare come to me?" Qiao Xinruo had already figured this out herself.

"I wouldn't dare," Zhou Jinglan answered quickly this time. "Actually, I was very anxious at the time. I had just found out that you were the person I was looking for, and I really wanted to tell you right away, but... I couldn't. Especially after I heard that you like good-looking people, I dared not do it at all."

Qiao Xinruo immediately thought of the scene of Zhou Jinglan rushing to the medical department, and she suddenly smiled.

“See?” she said, spreading her hands with a bright smile. Her words were like a warm spring breeze. “There are no ifs. You have your fears, and I have my preferences, but the fact is, you healed all your scars, and when you walked up to me, you were exactly the way I liked you. Everything is the best arrangement.”

"I do like beautiful things, whether it's people or things. Even when I'm suturing a wound during surgery, I want to be the one who stitches it up the most beautifully. That's who I am, and I've never denied it."

“But Zhou Jinglan, if you only have a pretty face, that’s not enough. There are many pretty people, and there will always be someone prettier. If you want to hold onto me, you have to rely on this.” Qiao Xinru tapped her temples.

Qiao Xinruo has always been described by her family as someone with good looks, but she has never thought of it as a derogatory term.

The pursuit of beauty is human nature.

"Do you understand now?" Qiao Xinru raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhou Jinglan, who looked uneasy.

He nodded.

Indeed, the pursuit of beauty is human nature.

"I understand, I won't overthink it anymore," Zhou Jinglan said loudly.

Qiao Xinruo nodded with satisfaction, thinking that the student was indeed teachable.

Qiao Gaoyang's invitation to Leng Yingying went very smoothly, since she neither associated with the Leng family nor had any friends in the army.

On the appointed day, a large group of people gathered in front of the Qiao family's house.

Two cars were already parked in front of the gate.

Qiao Shouyan and Qiao Gaoyang each drove a car, while the rest of the people sat in the two cars.

"Big brother, I'll drive in front, you just follow me," Qiao Gaoyang said. He had scouted the location beforehand and knew it better than his brother.

“Okay.” Qiao Shouyan helped Meng Yingxin into the car, taking great care of her.

“Wait a minute, Xinruo bought a lot of snacks. Do you want to share some with her? She can eat them in the car too,” Su Yueya said.

"Take out a small amount first," Qiao Xinruo said, and immediately went to rummage through the packed items.

Leng Yingying saw the man standing next to Qiao Xinruo helping her, nudged Qiao Gaoyang's shoulder, and winked.

"This is your second sister's husband?" Leng Yingying examined Zhou Jinglan's face and confirmed, "That face is indeed quite good. Xinruo's taste is quite something."

"Say it again?" Qiao Gaoyang gritted his teeth.

That's incredibly disrespectful! They actually praised Zhou's good looks right in front of him? Is that reasonable?

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear?" Leng Yingying retorted.

"Who did you just say was good-looking?"

[How boring! Why is Qiao Lao Er acting like an idiot? I just complimented Zhou Jinglan on his looks, what's he doing?]

Many people here could hear Leng Yingying's thoughts, and their hands immediately froze.

"Xinruo, what's wrong? Did you not find the right bag?" Zhou Jinglan asked naturally when he saw her pause.

Qiao Xinruo looked at his face.

At this moment, both of them were bent over, rummaging through the trunk of the car, but even from this angle, Zhou Jinglan's face was still flawless, making Qiao Xinruo feel pleasing to the eye.

So she reached out and playfully patted his face.

"It looks really good." Qiao Xinruo's tone was full of appreciation, and a hint of pride in her own good taste in choosing such a beautiful piece.

Zhou Jinglan: "..."

He blushed instantly and instinctively looked at Qiao Shouyan and Qiao Gaoyang—

When he introduced himself, Zhou Jinglan could clearly sense that although his older brothers did not speak harshly to him as they had before, there was still a lot of warning and dissatisfaction in their eyes. So how could he dare to act frivolously in front of them?

"Xinruo, your older brothers and sisters are still here," Zhou Jinglan whispered, his face turning red to the roots of his ears.

"Heh..." Qiao Xinruo was quite satisfied, and deliberately said, "So what? Am I wrong?"

She even looked at Leng Yingying, deliberately put her arm around Zhou Jinglan's shoulder, and asked loudly, "Yingying, what does my boyfriend look like? Isn't he especially handsome?"

“It looks great on you, it suits you perfectly!” Leng Yingying replied loudly in return.