Qin Gang walked to Xiangyang's room in a daze, reached out his hand, and knocked on the door before pushing it open for the first time.

Xiangyang, who was writing her thesis inside, thought it would be Uncle Zhang or Aunt Liu.

Master Qin wouldn't let him lock the door; he usually just pushed it open and came in.

Once, when he couldn't get into the room by pushing the door open, Master Qin got angry and asked him why he locked the door when no one else in the villa would enter his room without permission.

Xiangyang didn't argue with him at that time.

Even though we don't live in the same room, why can't we lock the door?

So, ever since then, Xiangyang has never locked the door again, and Master Qin just pushes the door open and comes in.

The moment Xiangyang opened the door, he was somewhat surprised to see Qin Ye standing there. After the initial surprise, he subconsciously looked at the mark on Qin Ye's neck, but the lipstick mark was gone.

Xiang Yang raised an eyebrow indifferently, then looked away.

Qin Ye, who had been watching his reaction closely, felt a tightness in his chest as he witnessed this scene.

Xiang Yang made way for him, smiling and saying, "Master Qin, what brings you here again?"

Master Qin simply stared at him intently, unable to utter a word.

He didn't seem to mind at all.

Xiangyang found it strange and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Master Qin stepped inside, his voice revealing no emotion, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Get busy with your homework," Xiangyang suddenly thought of something.

On his computer desk was his graduation thesis.

Xiangyang didn't want Master Qin to know that he was about to graduate, so he walked over discreetly and put the printed thesis into the drawer without anyone noticing.

Master Qin looked over, not knowing what he had collected, and simply sat on the bed and asked him, "Are you very busy with your studies?"

"Huh?" Xiang Yang paused, then pushed the drawer in. "It's alright, I guess."

Qin Ye rested his elbows on his knees and looked at his back, saying, "You're a second-year graduate student this year, right? You'll be twenty-five when you graduate in your third year."

To cover up his earlier behavior, Xiangyang quickly tidied up a few things and cleaned the table before turning around and saying, "Yes."

Xiangyang walked towards Master Qin.

He sensed that Master Qin seemed a bit off today, possibly related to the lipstick mark on his neck. To confirm, he walked over and sat on Master Qin's lap, then looked around and asked, "Have you already showered?"

Master Qin held Xiangyang's waist, feeling extremely embarrassed.

But unless Xiangyang brings it up directly, he won't admit to it.

“You said,” Qin Ye held his waist, lifted him up slightly, and pressed him into his arms, “that men can get married after they turn 22, right?”

Xiangyang thought to himself, "Why are they bringing up marriage again?"

It seems that Master Qin really wants to get married.

“Yes,” Xiangyang said.

Qin Ye's voice was very soft. His eyes were closed, and his short, thick eyelashes fluttered in his deep eye sockets. "Then let's get married after you graduate."

Xiangyang was stunned after hearing this, seemingly finding it unbelievable, and immediately tried to get out of his arms.

There was no surprise in their eyes, only shock, followed by impatience and even disgust.

Qin Ye's embrace grew increasingly forceful, as he slipped his hand under Qin Ye's clothes, seemingly without any intention of negotiation.

But he still pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you kidding me?" Xiangyang found it really funny, but still tried to control his emotions. "Besides, why would we get married? Who told you that two men can get married?"

Qin Ye's eyes turned cold. "You're not happy?"

Xiangyang pursed her lips.

He simply couldn't believe that someone could turn around and say they wanted to marry another woman right after getting out of her bed.

Doesn't he know that marriage is an expression of loyalty to another person?

Xiangyang asked him, "Are you serious?"

Master Qin cupped his face in his hands, his voice becoming tender: "Of course it's from the bottom of my heart."

Xiang Yang snorted coldly in his heart.

His sincerity is so genuine, even a dog wouldn't eat it.

But Xiangyang said, "So, you're planning to marry me abroad?"

“Yes,” Qin put his arm around his waist and hugged him, “We don’t have to wait until you graduate, we don’t have to wait until you’re twenty-five, how about this summer?”

Xiangyang knew his intentions; he knew that Xiangyang was using his graduation as leverage against him.

Little did he know that Xiangyang had never trusted him.

Perhaps because he felt guilty, Master Qin refused to look Xiang Yang in the eye. But he didn't know that when the two were tightly embracing, Xiang Yang was also feeling guilty and refused to look at him.

Xiangyang: "Okay."

"You're willing?" Qin Ye nuzzled his neck, then, his breathing slightly rapid, repeated in a deep voice, "You're willing, aren't you?"

“Well,” Xiangyang tried not to sound dismissive, “but I don’t have a visa.”

Master Qin: "I'll take care of it for you."

Looking up at the lights, Xiangyang felt a wave of dizziness.

Why does all sorts of bad luck seem to befall him?

"What are you thinking about?" Master Qin suddenly asked him.

"Huh?" Xiangyang blinked as he looked at the face that suddenly appeared in front of him and said, "I was thinking how generous you are. If we get married, we'll have to split the property in half."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiangyang realized what nonsense he had said.

Sure enough, Master Qin frowned immediately.

Xiang Yang looked on, somewhat nervous.

Qin Ye pinched his waist, "You agreed to marry me, is it just because of this?"

Xiangyang: "...Ah, not entirely, but more or less."

"Look at you, so useless," Qin Ye's face, which had been serious, suddenly broke into a smile, and he said, "After we get married, all my money will be yours."

“…Ah…hehe…” Xiangyang looked at him, blinked, and tried to look touched. “I’m really touched.”

Seeing his insincere attitude, Master Qin thought to himself, "It's just money, consider it compensation."

If he's willing to forgive me for "messing around" because of money, and is even willing to marry me, then giving him all the money wouldn't be a big deal.

After that, the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward.

Xiangyang was still sitting in his arms. If it were before, it would have been really unreasonable for him not to do anything.

But Qin Ye didn't seem to have that intention at the moment. He just kissed him on the lips and said, "You should go to sleep early."

Xiangyang: "Oh..."

As Xiangyang spoke, he got off his lap and sat on the bed.