Near the end, Jiang Jianian asked some drivers in the passenger transport industry to take his former classmates home and helped Ye Zhiwei put the various gifts from her classmates in the trunk of the car.

Ye Zhiwei sat in the passenger seat, leaning on the driver's seat as she watched Jiang Jianian arrange the gifts neatly, and then take some gifts from the back seat.

After Jiang Jianian got into the car, he handed the beautifully wrapped gift to Ye Zhiwei. After helping Ye Zhiwei fasten her seatbelt, he took the opportunity to kiss Ye Zhiwei's forehead before saying, "Open it and see, this is a gift for you."

There were even extra gifts.

Ms. Ye, who had just won the Rose Garden and a personal portrait exhibition hall, immediately unpacked the outer packaging. Surprisingly, it was a portrait that wasn't even displayed in the exhibition hall. Ye Zhiwei looked at Jiang Jianian, who was driving.

She had a bad feeling, but she still slowly took out the paintings from inside.

"Jiang Jianian!"

This scoundrel's proposal was so pathetic.

The girl in the painting is fast asleep in bed. The background around her is very dark, but the girl is the brightest color in the whole painting. She has snow-white skin and jet-black hair, with some falling on her shoulders and sticking to her skin. She has a slender yet voluptuous figure. Most importantly, the girl is completely naked.

Although she looks asleep, she seems to be seducing people. She has a slender waist and long legs. Only a little bit of the blanket covers her thighs, but this concealment amplifies the allure.

Ye Zhiwei's face turned red.

Who can draw this?

Only Jiang Jianian could draw this, no wonder it was sealed so tightly and hidden in the car before being given to her now.

Ye Zhiwei glared at Jiang Jianian. Perhaps sensing Ye Zhiwei's gaze, the young man driving the car asked in confusion, "Was my drawing bad? It really wasn't good enough. After all, you weren't in front of me, so I couldn't observe your body more clearly to depict it. I could only rely on my memory—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seeing that Jiang Jianian was about to continue, Ye Zhiwei, who was already a little shy, immediately stopped him.

At the traffic light ahead, Jiang Jianian stopped his car. He looked at Ye Zhiwei and said in a low voice, "The Romantic poet William Blake once said, 'Art without the allure of nudity ceases to exist. Art is inherently about pursuing beauty. I'm just painting what I find most beautiful.'"

"This is clearly a temptation."

Jiang Jianian laughed and said, "How do you know this is a temptation? It is indeed a temptation. You have a very clear understanding of yourself."

He glanced at the painting, then at Ye Zhiwei, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said in a low voice, "Do you know what happens when people face temptation?"

"Of course, we should restrain ourselves and resist it."

The green light ahead turned on again, and Jiang Jianian continued driving forward. He squinted and slowly corrected Ye Zhiwei: "That's just a hypocritical tactic. How can anyone resist temptation?"

Ye Zhiwei gradually realized that the car was heading in the wrong direction.

After finding a hotel parking lot, they drove directly into the underground parking garage.

Ye Zhiwei: ? ? ?

Weren't we driving home? Why did we suddenly head towards the underground parking garage? Ye Zhiwei asked in surprise, "Weren't we going home?"

That was the original plan.

"And now?"

“I’ve changed my mind.” Jiang Jianian tightened his grip on the steering wheel and drove the car down to the innermost, most secluded spot. He said in a low voice, “I’ve found the temptation really hard to resist.”

The car was parked in the underground parking lot.

After locking the car and putting the keys aside, Jiang Jianian casually placed the painting in Ye Zhiwei's hand aside, then cupped Ye Zhiwei's face and began to kiss her. The temptation he was talking about was her, and how could anyone resist such a strong temptation?

Ye Zhiwei had no idea how her boyfriend had suddenly revealed his predatory side. His suit jacket was removed, and his tie was torn off. He bit Ye Zhiwei's lips and lingered on her body with his hands, revealing his desire for her in the kiss. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his panting as he kissed Ye Zhiwei's ear became rougher.

He had been very gentle and seemed to be in a good mood since the afternoon when he proposed, but now he revealed another side of himself, like a wolf, staring at his prey with eyes that seemed capable of devouring Ye Zhiwei completely.

He whispered, "I want to hold you."

"What."

Jiang Jianian touched Ye Zhiwei's lips with his finger and was bitten by her, but he wasn't angry. He chuckled softly and put his finger to his lips, looking at Ye Zhiwei and gently kissing the spot where she had bitten him.

They were pressed close together, and he whispered, "Honey, shall we go to the back seat?"

He proposed. He had put a lot of effort into preparing for today. His gaze was tender as he spoke. In fact, he was somewhat restrained when he kissed her, trying his best to control and suppress his emotions.

Ye Zhiwei, as if possessed, did not refuse. He followed her to the back seat, where Jiang Jianian held her in his arms. At first, he simply hugged her tightly, but after a long while, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, baby."

Thank you for not rejecting me.

Thank you for holding my hand even though you knew I was in hell.

Thank you for giving me the chance to have you.

Just when Ye Zhiwei thought Jiang Jianian might do something else to her, Jiang Jianian did nothing; he simply hugged Ye Zhiwei tightly.

*

After Jiang Jianian suddenly turned around and drove to the parking lot for a hug and kiss, the Ye family had already prepared a dinner and were waiting for Ye Zhiwei and Jiang Jianian.

Although she was only a few minutes late, Ye Zhiwei still nudged Jiang Jianian and sent him a message while sitting at the table: It's all your fault, you almost made me late.

Jiang Jianian replied with a smile: Okay, it's all my fault.

Ye Qingcheng was unaware that Jiang Jianian had lied at noon. When he saw Jiang Jianian, he asked with concern, "Little Jiang, how are you feeling now? Have you rested a bit?"

Jiang Jianian said without batting an eye, "I'm probably just a bit tired lately. I'll be fine after a little rest. I was thinking about my cousin at the company, so I didn't rush back to take Zhiwei out for a stroll."

Ji Shuli was displeased upon hearing this. He knew Jiang Jianian all too well, and immediately snorted, "Did you take leave because you were tired, or because you wanted to take your little cousin out to play? Little Jiang, you're not being fair—"

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Qingcheng interrupted Ji Shuli, saying with a smile, "Shuli, it's only right that you do more work. Your grandfather is very worried about you. You're about to graduate and officially inherit the company. He called me recently, mainly to ask about my health and to tell me to make good use of you and do more work."

Ji Shuli: My little cousin is one thing, but I never expected that my uncle, who should be the one who dislikes his son-in-law the most, would actually be speaking up for Jiang Jianian.