In my mind, all the images I saw on the monitor rushed in.

Manager Wang wanted to speak, but his gaze kept drifting towards Rong Shang's back.

Nan Qiyu noticed that his face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

In the end, she still didn't dare to say it.

Manager Wang clasped his hands together and lowered his head.

A short while later, a cold, sharp voice came from above. Nan Qiyu said, "Remember, this is none of your business, so don't meddle."

"..."

Rong Shang turned her head to look when she heard this, and Nan Qiyu had already turned around and glanced at her.

"let's go."

Nan Qiyu intimately put his arm around Manager Wang's waist and led her away from the hotel.

Behind him, Manager Wang broke out in a cold sweat.

That's enough.

Knowing this secret, he still didn't know if he was safe staying here.

Instead of worrying so much, it would be better to pack your bags and go to H City.

*

As night deepened, Nan Qiyu escorted Rong Chang to the villa entrance.

When she got out of the car, he reached out and helped her unbuckle her seatbelt.

But as he leaned closer, he glanced down at her arm and said, "Be careful when you shower these next couple of days, don't touch the wound, okay?"

Speaking softly as if coaxing a child, Rong Shang adjusted her posture and smiled, "I understand."

He turned his head and reached out to hug her, kissing her on the forehead.

Just as he was about to back away, Rong Shang suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him forward, causing him to fall back down.

His lips felt soft, and the woman kissed him.

"Happy birthday."

Just one second after he finished saying that, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

Nan Qiyu lowered her head, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"It's my birthday, and you're not going to give me a gift?" Nan Qiyu looked up, his gaze fixed on her with a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

"How stingy," he murmured, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his fair skin.

Rong Shang glanced at him, then gently pinched the bridge of his high nose. "So, what gift do you want?"

"As long as I can do it, as long as I have it," she said.

Nan Qiyu let out a long "Oh," his gaze becoming increasingly intense as he looked at her.

Wait, several seconds later.

He actually said, "Ye Zhaoxue, let's get married."

Rong Shang looked at him, "..."

"What?" A low, mocking laugh escaped from his throat, somewhat seductive. "Aren't you going to give me a birthday present?"

"A birthday present?" Rong Shang disagreed. "This is clearly cheating."

"Um?"

"Isn't that right?" Rong Shang leaned closer, looked at him teasingly for several seconds, and said, "So you don't need to propose to me like this?"

So economical?

Um?

Nan Qiyu stared at her, but in the end, he felt embarrassed by her gaze. "How about we get on the train first and buy the ticket later?"

After he finished speaking, he knocked down with a "thud".

"Fill your head up, my foot!"

She stepped forward and gave him a warm kiss on the lips. "I'm going in."

"good."

"Think carefully about how you want to propose to me."

I don't really care about any proposal ceremony; there are just a lot of things to do right now.

His daily schedule is so full that Rong Shang doesn't want to rush him into marriage so soon.

Let's just take it as a joke.

*

Around 12 o'clock, Rong Shang went upstairs to take a shower.

During this time, she removed the white gauze from her arm.

On the arm covered with red medicine, a wound about five or six centimeters long was still clearly visible.

The cut had visible streaks of blood inside.