When Fang Zhi got home, she threw her things on the sofa and went straight to the bathroom. She turned on the tap, and warm water flowed down. She reached out and scooped up a handful, wetting her hair inch by inch until it was half-dry.

She placed her hands on the sink counter, looked up at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and then turned and left.

Back in the living room, I found myself sitting on the sofa.

The bright sunlight shone on her beautifully contoured profile, and her long eyelashes cast soft shadows.

The interplay of light and shadow makes the girl resemble an angel from a Western fairy tale, symbolizing holiness and purity.

Fang Zhi then pulled his phone out of his bag.

[Brother: Zhizhi, have you gone back yet?]

[Brother: Missed video call.]

Just as Qi Shen returned to his office and sat down, his expression still gloomy, he received a call from the young girl.

He answered the call without hesitation.

That fair and radiant face appeared on the screen.

"elder brother."

"Hmm." Qi Shen's lips curled into a faint, ambiguous smile. "Zhizhi just got home?"

The man's calm voice betrayed no emotion.

"No." Fang Zhi shook her head, looking at him with her beautiful, round eyes. "I was washing my hair just now, so I didn't hear my phone ring. Brother, is there something you need?"

Upon hearing her say this, Qi Shen noticed that the girl's hair was slightly damp and had some strands sticking out.

His clean-cut, handsome features relaxed, and Qi Shen's voice became gentle and soft. "It's nothing, I just wanted to see you, to know you." A genuine smile appeared on his refined face. "Why isn't your hair dry?"

Fang Zhi knew she had gotten away with it, but she still didn't dare to let her guard down. "I did blow-dry it, but today I saw on the internet that people who frequently use hair dryers are affecting their hair quality."

The girl spoke at a measured pace, her voice gentle.

Listening to her speak is a pleasure, like listening to soft and soothing piano music, which soothes the restlessness in one's heart.

While subtly observing Qi Shen's expression, Fang Zhi continued, "I remembered halfway through playing, and my hand was getting tired, so I stopped playing."

Qi Shen was slightly taken aback; he never dreamed that her reason for not drying her hair was this.

Indeed, loving beauty is a woman's nature.

This is the first time the young girl has brought up the topic of appearance in front of him. Does this mean that she has accepted him and is trying to respond to him?

Coming to his senses, Qi Shen stared intently at the girl's face, a slight, teasing smile playing on his thin lips. "My Zhizhi has grown up; now she knows how to be vain."

Although it was a reason given to deceive him, Fang Zhi still blushed at the teasing.

She muttered softly, "No way."

"Okay, if Zhizhi says no, then no." Qi Shen leaned back slightly in his office chair, his sexy Adam's apple blending smoothly with the curve of his neck, his handsome eyes filled with a warm and doting smile. "Weren't you supposed to take a lunch break?"

Fang Zhi glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the screen and nodded. "I'm going to take a nap."

Qi Shen hummed in agreement.

It's fine for a young girl to love beauty, although it's unclear whether the information she found online has any scientific basis. But the harm of sleeping with wet hair is clearly higher than the cost of her desire to look good.

He still needs to teach her.

Fang Zhi looked at the man on the screen and tentatively asked, "Brother, shall I hang up now?"

"Don't hang up yet."

"ah?"

Qi Shen chuckled as he looked at her bewildered little face, then straightened his expression and said, "Listen to me, dry your hair before you go to bed, otherwise you'll get a headache and even facial paralysis."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment. The smoothness and silkiness of the little girl's hair seemed to be engraved in his bones. Just by recalling it, he could feel the irresistible sensation in his hands.

We must cherish it.

His little girl is a treasure in every inch.

Qi Shen cleared his throat. "As for your hair, I'll take you to the hair salon for a treatment when I have some free time."

The man's selfish desires were well concealed. His handsome and refined face spoke gently and seriously, as if he were truly just trying to satisfy Fang Zhi's wish to take care of her hair.

Fang Zhi never expected that he would take her casually made-up reason so seriously, even going so far as to take her to get her hair specially treated.

"It doesn't have to be that complicated..." she murmured.

"No trouble at all." Qi Shen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Go ahead and dry your hair. Your brother has to get busy here."

He's quite happy to spend money on young girls.

Fu Shaosi is right when he said that life is not just about making money, but also about knowing how to enjoy life in time.

Moreover, when he spends money on her, he experiences a morbid sense of satisfaction deep down.

If she hadn't had that college application incident during her senior year summer vacation, he would be indulging her without any limits now.

He was willing to give her whatever amount of money she wanted to bring.

Even if she asked him for ten million in cash to take to the school and throw it around, he would be willing as long as she didn't leave him.

Unfortunately, Zhizhi's actions at the time disappointed him.

The moment I hung up the phone, I collapsed onto the sofa with a huge sigh of relief, completely losing my composure.

She looked around the apartment.

The two-bedroom apartment is the smallest property under Qi Shen's ownership. Compared to his countless properties across the country, it seems insignificant.

But Fang Zhi really liked it here.

Although small, it has all the essential parts. Compared to his villas, it gave her a sense of belonging. Living in a villa, she always felt a sense of unreality, like she was dreaming.

It's as if when she wakes up, she will return to Fang Zhi in Qingshan Village, where he was beaten, timid, and unable to attend school.

Only then did I realize that my fingers had brushed against the sofa cushion.

In his brother's eyes, this place was only a temporary resting place at noon; but there were many families in this society who couldn't even afford the price of his smallest apartment.

She thought that if one day she could break free from the shackles her brother had placed on her, she would also have to break free from the halo he had brought her.