Chapter 70

◎It was discovered that the love letter was not written by He Qingzhao◎

After school in the afternoon, He Qingzhao went to the gate of M University to pick up Cheng Jiamo and parked the car directly at the main entrance of M University.

As soon as Cheng Jiamo stepped out of the school gate, she saw He Qingzhao leaning against the car with a cigarette between his fingers. The setting sun made his figure appear even taller and more upright, and the afterglow of the sunset made him bright and dazzling, as if he were gilded.

Whenever this happens, Cheng Jiamo always recalls the first time she met He Qingzhao. That scene was so beautiful that it was forever etched in her heart, becoming a beautiful oil painting in her soul. And at that moment, all the anger she felt towards him dissipated.

Seeing He Qingzhao appear before her again like a god, Cheng Jiaming's heart raced, and she quickened her pace, running to him and looking at him with her clear, bright eyes: "Why didn't you sit in the car and wait?"

He Qingzhao moved the hand holding the cigarette away, and took the other hand out of his pocket and put it around her shoulder: "What, do you think I'm embarrassing you?"

Cheng Jiamo patted his chest: "What? It's clearly because you're too eye-catching. Didn't you see a lot of girls looking at you?"

He Qingzhao tilted his head, blew out a puff of smoke, and smiled casually: "Oh? Is that so?"

Cheng Jiamo pinched him: "Hmph, you did it on purpose!"

He Qingzhao lowered his head and kissed her fair and delicate ear. His sexy and sharp thin lips brushed against her ear and he said in a deep voice, "I didn't look at anyone, so I didn't notice whether anyone was looking at me or not."

Cheng Jiamo's ears were tickled by the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke, and her ears involuntarily turned red, her thin ear cartilage glowing red.

Looking at her red and tender ears, He Qingzhao suddenly felt a tickle in his teeth, wanting to bite her. He thought it, and so he did it, opening his mouth to bite her ear cartilage, gently sucking and grinding it.

"Ah!" Cheng Jiamo cried out softly, pushing him away. "What are you doing? Why did you bite me?"

He Qingzhao released her, then pulled her close, holding her slender waist and pressing her into his arms. His thin lips brushed against her ear, his voice low and seductive: "I missed you."

Cheng Jiamo turned around in his arms, her back against his chest, and asked shyly, "Where are my love letters?"

He Qingzhao reached into his suit trouser pocket with his right hand, pulled out a neatly folded pink letter, and stuffed it into her hand.

Cheng Jiamo held the letter but didn't unfold it immediately. She turned her head and glanced at him: "Open the car door."

He Qingzhao reached out and opened the car door, placing his other hand on top of the door and saying with his head bowed, "Princess, please get in the car."

Cheng Jiamo forced a smile and got into the car.

He Qingzhao leaned in to fasten her seatbelt, and before she could react, he quickly kissed her lips.

Cheng Jiamo slapped his shoulder: "You're so annoying, you stole a kiss from me again!"

He Qingzhao was happy to have stolen the incense, even after being beaten. He retreated with a satisfied smile, then walked around the car, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

Cheng Jiamo unfolded the letter and looked at He Qingzhao's flowing handwriting. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. She read it line by line, and after finishing, she could no longer suppress the smile on her face.

She turned her head to look at He Qingzhao, saying nothing, just smiling at him.

He Qingzhao glanced at her, then reached out and ruffled her hair: "Are you satisfied?"

Cheng Jiamo didn't want him to think she was easily satisfied, so she forcibly suppressed the corners of her mouth that were turning up, raised her head, and said calmly, "It's alright."

He Qingzhao chuckled: "It's alright, there are still twenty-nine letters left, surely one of them will satisfy you."

After speaking, he opened the armrest box next to him and took out two custom-made phone cases, one large and one small, with a Chinese-style ink painting as the background image.

"The cell phone." He held out his hand to Cheng Jiamo.

Cheng Jiamo handed him her phone.

He Qingzhao took her phone, removed her original pink cartoon phone case, and put the ink painting phone case on her. Then he put on another large phone case for himself.

Cheng Jiamo asked, "Did you draw the picture on the phone case yourself?"

She knew He Qingzhao was skilled in painting, but she didn't know much about it, so she couldn't tell if the picture on the phone case was drawn by him.

He Qingzhao pinched the tip of her small, delicate nose: "Smart."

Cheng Jiamo smiled and asked, "When did you make the phone case?"

This phone case is clearly a custom-made version.

He Qingzhao: "Today."

Cheng Jiamo exclaimed in surprise, "Today? It's done so quickly?"

He Qingzhao laughed: "As long as the money is right, there's nothing that can't be done."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

Amidst her deafening silence, He Qingzhao took her phone again, sent her a picture, and set it as her profile picture.

The couple portraits he drew himself are two ancient-style figures dressed in Tang Dynasty attire. The man is handsome and dashing, and the woman is charming and cute. The background is a fresh and elegant courtyard, which can be seen to be based on the garden of Nanyuan.

Then he set the guy's profile picture to his own, and the two of them became a couple.

Looking at the couple's profile pictures, Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed, and her heart warmed as well. She pursed her lips and said shyly, "This WeChat account of yours isn't for work, is it?"

He Qingzhao: "I have a corporate account for work, and this is my personal account, but I also have many business partners with me."

Cheng Jiamo bit her lip: "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

He Qingzhao smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. Using a profile picture won't affect my business."

Cheng Jiamo didn't say anything more. She looked at the profile picture on her phone several times, and then clicked on He Qingzhao's profile picture.

He Qingzhao not only changed his profile picture, but also his nickname, changing "HE" to "H&M", and forcibly changed Cheng Jiamo's nickname to "C&Z".

Cheng Jiamo glanced at him: "Who told you to change my nickname?"

He Qingzhao raised his phone: "Keep things in line."

In the days that followed, Cheng Jiamo received a love letter from He Qingzhao every day. Rather than love letters, they were more like compliments praising her to the skies. He praised her repeatedly, from her appearance and figure, hobbies and interests, personality and temperament, to her academic performance, using a variety of ways to compliment her.

Cheng Jiamo received twenty-eight love letters in a row, and her heart was so sweet it felt like it was about to burst with honey.

For those twenty-eight days, He Qingzhao kept his word and simply held her while sleeping every night. Sometimes, when he felt too uncomfortable, he would take a cold shower.

When Cheng Jiamo received the twenty-ninth love letter, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She patted the pink letter in her palm with a smile and said in a sweet voice, "There's only one left. Good luck, Boss He."

He Qingzhao reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He nuzzled her head against his chest and asked in a low voice, "Is tomorrow night okay?"

Cheng Jiamo knew what he meant, but pretended not to understand: "Can what?"

He Qingzhao massaged her lower back with his large hand: "Can I go in now?"

Cheng Jiamo understood immediately, blushing as she pushed him away: "No, I meant I'll consider whether to forgive you after I receive thirty love letters."

He Qingzhao gently nibbled on her earlobe: "Then, darling, will you forgive me?"

Cheng Jiamo shuddered and shrank her neck: "I'll tell you the answer after I receive the thirtieth love letter tomorrow."

He Qingzhao pinched her pink earlobe and said with a doting smile, "Okay, whatever you say."

Cheng Jiamo had already forgiven He Qingzhao in her heart, but she didn't plan to reconcile with him yet.

She still felt uneasy about He Qingzhao taking wedding photos with someone else. In addition, there was an unpleasant incident between them during the winter vacation, so she dared not be with He Qingzhao again. She was afraid that something unpleasant would happen between them during the summer vacation, and they would break up again in the end, which would be pointless.

If she and He Qingzhao can get along well for the two months of summer vacation without any conflicts, she can reconcile with him after school starts in September.

Cheng Jiamo kissed the pink letter paper, happily put the twenty-ninth love letter into the box, placing it together with the previous twenty-eight, then closed the box, smiling sweetly.

Looking at Cheng Jiamo's sweet and happy smile, He Qingzhao suddenly felt a pang of regret and regretted having Secretary Li write it for him.

Although he wasn't a literature major, he still had the talent to write a love letter. If he really wanted to write one, it wouldn't be any worse than Secretary Li's.

He was just too lazy to write and felt that doing such a childish thing was meaningless, so he asked Secretary Li to write it for him.

Now he regrets it, but it's too late. He has already handed in twenty-nine of the thirty love letters, and there is only one left.

The last letter...

He Qingzhao hurriedly went to the living room balcony, quickly closed the glass door, and then quickly called Secretary Li.

After the call connected, He Qingzhao looked into the living room and said in a low voice, "Secretary Li, you don't need to write the last letter."

Secretary Li: "Yes, Mr. He."

Secretary Li didn't ask why. He just did whatever the boss told him to do. As for the reasons, it wasn't his place as a lowly employee to ask.

He Qingzhao decided to write the last love letter himself, which could be considered a real love letter to Cheng Jiamo. When it comes to sending love letters, one is enough. It's just a token of affection, not something you can eat. Why send them for a month?

He Qingzhao opened the glass door to the balcony and had just entered the living room when he received a call from Zhong Qi.

He answered the phone: "What's up?"

Zhong Qi: "I'm hosting a dinner today, Tuesday. Do you want to come to Qingchi?"

He Qingzhao: "I'm busy."

Zhong Qi: "His wife is coming too. I remember Momo seemed to really like his wife. Last year when I went to Nanyuan, I saw Momo watching a TV show starring Xi Yuan."

He Qingzhao: "Let me ask her."

Just then, Cheng Jiamo came out of the bedroom, and He Qingzhao asked, "Baby, do you want to see Xi Yuan?"

Cheng Jiamo: "...Who?"

He Qingzhao: "Xi Yuan, you've seen her in TV dramas before."

Cheng Jiamo's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "Can I meet her in person?"

He Qingzhao walked up to her, patted her head, and said with a smile, "Of course, if you want to see her, I'll take you to see her in a bit, and you can even have dinner with her."

Cheng Jiamo screamed, "Ah!!!"

He Qingzhao was prepared. As soon as she cried out, she immediately covered one ear with her hand and turned to the side.

Zhong Qi on the other end of the phone: "..."

Zhong Qi hung up the phone, turned his head to look at Zhou Jinghong behind him, and said with a smile, "Boss Zhou, your wife has gained another fan."

Zhou Jinghong raised her eyes, her tone slightly cold: "Male or female?"

Zhong Qi laughed and replied, "Would I dare tell you it's a man? Of course it's a woman, He Qingzhao's girlfriend."

Zhou Jinghong smiled meaningfully: "Another female student."

The reason for using "again" is that his cousin, Tang Jingyao, was supporting a female college student, and recently that student has been making a fuss about leaving Tang Jingyao.

Zhong Qi understood what Zhou Jinghong meant, but instead of continuing the conversation, he jokingly said, "Aren't all the guys who like your wife just little kids? What mature woman would chase after a popular celebrity?"

Zhou Jinghong: "Get lost, my wife will become a movie queen sooner or later."

Zhong Qi scoffed: "Give me a break. With your perverted possessiveness, you forbid her from filming kissing scenes, bed scenes, and even clothes that don't show below her neck. She can only film some bland art films. How is she supposed to win the empress title?"

Zhou Jinghong took a drag of his cigarette, grabbed the ashtray beside him, and smashed it at Zhong Qi.

The clock struck quickly, and the ashtray fell to the ground.

He Qingzhao drove Cheng Jiamo to Zhou Jinghong's place—Qingchi, a manor club in the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties. In addition to the catering and accommodation area, business meeting area, there are various entertainment facilities, as well as a natural hot spring pool, and a courtyard house specially used by Xi Yuan for filming.

Cheng Jiamo got out of the car and looked at the elegant courtyard full of ancient charm.

Pavilions and towers, artificial hills and flowing water, winding corridors, and soaring eaves.

She stared intently, feeling that even two eyes weren't enough to see it all.

He Qingzhao took her hand and asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Without thinking much, Cheng Jiamo replied casually, "I like it."

He Qingzhao: "Okay, I'll build you a courtyard like that too."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

He Qingzhao looked at her dazed expression and chuckled as he pinched her rosy cheeks: "How about we renovate that courtyard house in Houhai into this style?"

Cheng Jiamo snapped out of her daze: "...No need, I was just saying it offhand."

He Qingzhao didn't say anything more; he had already decided to renovate such a courtyard for Cheng Jiamo.

He Qingzhao led Cheng Jiamo into the main courtyard, where Zhong Qi, Zhou Jinghong, and others were playing cards.

Cheng Jiamo only saw a room full of men, not her idol.

She tugged at He Qingzhao's hand and shook it, then whispered, "Why can't I see my goddess?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Qi smiled and replied, "Your goddess is on her way and will be here soon."

Just as he finished speaking, Zhong Qi's phone rang. Seeing that the caller was Tang Jingyao, he gestured to He Qingzhao with his chin, indicating that He Qingzhao should take over for him, and then stood up to answer the phone.

He Qingzhao sat down in Zhong Qi's seat, Cheng Jiamo sat on the sofa next to her and played on her phone, while Zhong Qi answered a call and walked out.

Cheng Jiamo had just sat down when she suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. She stood up and walked out. There was a bathroom inside, but the room was full of men, and she didn't want to go in under their gazes; it would make her very uncomfortable.

Seeing that she was about to leave, He Qingzhao asked, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Jiamo glanced at him and said, "I'm going to take a stroll in the garden and enjoy the scenery."

After using the restroom, Cheng Jiamo did not immediately return to the room where they played cards, but instead took a walk in the garden.

She walked behind an artificial hill and saw a small white flower blooming on its surface, which at first glance looked like a jasmine flower.

So she bent down to touch the flower, but just as she bent down, she suddenly heard Zhong Qi laugh and say in a nonchalant tone, "Why don't you do what He Qingzhao did and send your little darling thirty love letters?"

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

Zhong Qi: "I'm not trying to be mean, but you should really learn from that old dog He Qingzhao. Look how good he is at deceiving people. He says one thing and does another, exaggerating even the smallest amount of love. He can easily win over any young girl with just a few words. Do you know how he sends love letters? Haha, he has his secretary, Li, write them for him, one every day. Li writes them and sends them to him, and he copies them onto paper. At first, he copied them by hand, but later he got too lazy to even do that. He just had Li imitate his handwriting and copy them for him. Then he would give the girl the love letters that Li had written and copied."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."