Chapter 2

Wen Xin turned around, and her eyes were met with an extremely handsome face. His eyes were as black as lacquer, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips held a faint smile.

This gave the normally aloof and arrogant man a touch of refined gentleness.

"elder brother."

A smile bloomed on the girl's fair and pretty face.

Qin Zhan raised his hand and gently brushed the snow off her knitted hat. His deep, magnetic voice, like the clinking of metal and jade, held a hint of tenderness beneath its cool tone, "Are you cold?"

Wen Xin shook her head slightly, "I'm not cold. Did you get off work so early today, brother?"

Qin Zhan squeezed her small, gloved hand. The icy temperature made him frown slightly, but as if afraid of frightening him, he quickly suppressed all his emotions and hid them deep in his eyes.

As he led her into the house, he said, "There's nothing going on at the company."

Suddenly, Qin Zhan stopped and turned to look at the obedient girl following him.

Under the umbrella, the two were very close. When Qin Zhan lowered his head, he met her almond-shaped eyes, which were as clear as two still lakes.

As her curled eyelashes fluttered gently, the snowflakes that had just clung to them fell, drifting lightly onto the tip of his heart.

Qin Zhan's breath hitched, and intense emotions surged within him.

He had to look away, lest she notice the obsessive and crazy love in his eyes, which would frighten her, or even... disgust her.

"elder brother?"

Wen Xin tilted her head, her soft voice filled with concern.

Qin Zhan tightened his grip on the umbrella handle, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'm not trying to control you or restrict you, it's just that you've just recovered from your illness, and the weather in December is too cold. Staying outside in the snow is not good for your health."

Listening to his explanation, word by word, Wen Xin blinked. "I know my brother is doing this for my own good."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhan's tense body relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared in his dark, deep eyes. "Are you hungry? The kitchen has prepared your favorite wontons."

Wen Xin muttered to herself, "It's so cold, I want to eat hot pot, and I also want to eat Hunan cuisine."

Qin Zhan: "..."

Before he could carefully coax her, Wen Xin chuckled and playfully said to him, "I'll eat these after my stomach has recovered, okay?"

Qin Zhan said indulgently, "I'll eat with you when you're better."

Wen Xin nodded, "Okay."

She didn't refuse, and Qin Zhan's smile deepened.

...

Wen Xin played in the snow for a while, and her down jacket got covered in snowflakes. Qin Zhan took her back to her room to change her clothes first.

Seeing that the shoulders of his black suit were stained white by the snow, and that he had almost tilted the umbrella towards her, Wen Xin said with concern, "Brother, why don't you go back to your room and change your clothes?"

Qin Zhan nodded. "Okay."

The girl smiled, turned and walked into the room, seemingly unaware of the intense gaze directed at her from behind.

Qin Zhan looked at the closed door, his long, white fingers curling slightly.

He was like a devil who coveted his beloved prey at all times, yet he had to put on a gentle facade for fear of frightening her.

But the fear of loss only made the devil more twisted and insane.

Will she leave him again for that fool, heartlessly leaving him behind and refusing to look back at him?

This agonizing question tormented Qin Zhan every moment.

He gave a sarcastic smirk.

Li, Qing, Chen!

Why won't he just die?

hehe……

Qin Zhan's eyes darkened as he picked up his phone, his icy voice whispering like a devil's, "Want to take revenge on Li Qingchen? Li Nan!"

...

"Master, your good brother is contacting the villain Li Nan to deal with the male lead."

As Wen Xin took off her down jacket, her red lips twitched slightly. What kind of weird term is "good brother"?

She raised her hand, and the golden butterfly landed on her delicate fingertips.

"Xiao Jin, speak properly."

Xiao Jin expressed her innocence, asking, "Did Xiao Jin say something wrong?"

"Master, aren't you going to stop it?"

Why should I stop it?

Wen Xin chuckled and asked back, then casually walked into the dressing room.

The room was lined with wardrobes on both sides, filled with all kinds of haute couture gowns and designer clothes.

There's another room next door specifically for storing her jewelry and designer handbags.

Qin Zhan bought them all for her.

When she spoke of her childhood sweetheart, the Qin family brother, Wen Xin's gaze drifted into the distance.

If Li Qingchen is the male lead who wins in a tragic romance novel, then Qin Zhan is the standard male supporting character in such novels, who is a backup lover for the female lead without any regrets, and ends up with nothing.

When she first came to H City, she felt guilty and didn't want to take a single penny from the Qin family anymore, so she worked various part-time jobs to earn her living expenses while attending university.

She was frugal, and the living expenses she earned in her spare time were enough to support herself.

But because of Li Qingchen's words, "I want to have some alone time with her," she started to push herself to the limit. Even when she could only eat instant noodles for every meal, she still managed to rent a place outside.

Unfortunately, her devoted devotion did not move Li Qingchen in the slightest; it only made him take her for granted and trample on her even more.

Just like on her birthday night, Li Qingchen broke his promise without any pressure, stood her up, and went to be with his white moonlight.

When she called him for help because she was in excruciating stomach pain, he showed no concern whatsoever, only impatience and indifference.

Even so, after recovering her health with Qin Zhan in her previous life, Wen Xin turned around and abandoned him, returning to Li Qingchen's side with unwavering devotion.

Later, when the Li family encountered trouble, she couldn't bear to see Li Qingchen in such pain and helplessness, so she once again abandoned her principles and ran back to the Qin family, begging Qin Zhan to help him...

Each time, she would say to Qin Zhan with guilt and tears in her eyes, "Brother, this is the last time."

But not long after, for Li Qingchen's sake, she begged Qin Zhan again, one last time.

Even so, Qin Zhan was still willing to help her.

She wanted to go abroad, so he spared no expense to smooth over all the troubles in the entertainment industry for her, giving up his business in China and quietly staying abroad to take care of and accompany her.

Was Wen Xin moved?

She was very touched, and when they were abroad, she had promised to give it a try with him.

Just as Li Qingchen repeatedly broke his promises and hurt Wen Xin, Wen Xin did the same to Qin Zhan.

Finally, seeing Wen Xin forgive Li Qingchen and be "sweetly" together with him, Qin Zhan, who had given everything but still lost her, was utterly devastated and exiled himself abroad, never to set foot on his homeland again.

Memories of her past life surged through her mind, and when she thought of that handsome and noble man from just now, Wen Xin's heart couldn't help but clench.

The two grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and she knew best about Qin Zhan's proud and unyielding spirit.

Even when he was beaten and oppressed by his own mother when he was a child, he never bowed his head.

Yet this proud man was now extremely cautious and insecure in front of her.

Wen Xin couldn't imagine what he looked like, scarred and far away abroad.

"Master, are you sad?"

Little Gold flew over and asked in confusion.

Wen Xin glanced at her indifferently, "It's the emotion of a fragment of a soul."

Xiao Jin: "Oh."

Wen Xin: "..."

Forget it, there's no point in explaining to this silly butterfly.

She reached out and picked up a floral print fitted sundress, and put on a beige cardigan over it.

However, before changing her clothes, Wen Xin waved her hand and chased away the drooling butterfly.

The door to the walk-in closet slammed shut.

Little Gold, who had been lecherously anticipating seeing its master change clothes, was speechless.

It protested, "Master, master, I'm just an innocent little butterfly!"

So what if it's male?

Inside the room, her skirt slipped to the floor, revealing the girl's long, straight, fair legs. Her slightly curled long hair cascaded down her smooth back, and one could vaguely glimpse the snow-white, undulating curves of her breasts.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, the girl's graceful figure appearing and disappearing in the golden light.

Wen Xin changed into a sundress and ignored Xiao Jin's protests.

I really don't know how such a proper goddess could have such an improper companion butterfly.