Zhou Sui brought the person into the house before realizing that they were a man and a woman alone in a room, but she couldn't care less about that now.

"Have a seat for a while, I'll get you a glass of hot water." Zhou Sui led the person to the sofa, then put her bag and books on the table and turned to go into the kitchen.

The kitchen was semi-open, and Song Qi'an could see Zhou Sui's every move as she took cups, washed cups, and boiled water.

Two years have passed, and Zhou Sui seems to have grown taller. She is wearing a knee-length cotton coat, but she doesn't look bulky at all.

Her hair had been cut much shorter; what used to be almost waist-length was now only down to her back. Her face was bare of makeup, except for a light touch of lipstick on her cherry lips, which made her stand out even more.

Song Qi'an looked around the living room and could tell that it was a girl's place, with a warm and cozy atmosphere throughout.

Finally, his gaze fell on the armrest of the sofa, where Zhou Sui's scarf, which she had just taken off, lay.

That white scarf was a gift he gave to Zhou Sui years ago. For some reason, seeing this scarf warmed Song Qi'an's heart.

Zhou Sui quickly brought out the hot water, and Song Qi'an hurriedly got up to take it.

"By the way, Brother Qi An, why did you come back early? And what are you doing downstairs at my house?" Zhou Sui asked impatiently as soon as she sat down.

Holding the warm cup in his hands, with steam slowly rising from it, Song Qi'an said, "I came over as soon as I finished dealing with things over there."

He was right. He finished handing over the last bit of work at noon and booked a flight back in the afternoon.

"Why didn't you tell me? I was thinking of picking you up from the airport."

Song Qi'an no longer contacts the Song family. He usually keeps in touch with the Zhao family, but apart from Zhao Xinfeng who is studying at a university in the city, the rest of the Zhao family members are either in the town or in the village.

Zhou Sui thought that since she lived nearby, she could pick up the people and go straight back to the village.

"The company sent someone to take the car to the airport, so it's convenient for me to drive it back directly." He plans to stay in the city for work in the future, so having a car is naturally much more convenient.

"Besides, I also wanted to give you a surprise." When he said this, Song Qi'an was unusually embarrassed, since it was all their idea.

His sudden appearance would be a real surprise.

Speaking of surprises, Song Qi'an suddenly remembered something. He put down his cup and said, "I forgot something in the car. I'll go get it now."

He was so excited to see Zhou Sui just now that he completely forgot about this.

"Huh?" Zhou Sui stood up with him. "Then I'll go down with you."

"It's cold outside, just wait at home, I'll be up soon." Song Qi'an quickly went out, closing the door behind him.

Looking at the two steaming cups of water on the table, Zhou Sui felt a little dazed. Was it not her imagination? Had Song Qi'an really come back?

A few minutes later, Zhou Sui heard footsteps and opened the door in a flash. Song Qi'an's hand, which was about to knock, froze in mid-air.

Just as Zhou Sui was about to speak, she saw the flowers he was holding and burst out laughing, "The flowers for this weekend were delivered early?"

Sending flowers to Zhou Sui every weekend is something Song Qi'an has always insisted on doing, but this time, the person sending the flowers is different.

Song Qi'an handed the beautifully packaged flowers forward, saying, "Zhao Xinfeng won't be able to earn any more errand fees from now on." He would personally deliver the flowers to Zhou Sui from now on.

Zhou Sui smiled and accepted the flowers, then stepped aside to let Song Qi'an in.

"Next time, don't open the door unless you're sure who's outside," Song Qi'an said to Zhou Sui as he closed the door. The door had opened so quickly that it had exceeded his expectations.

"Oh," Zhou Sui replied. She knew from the footsteps that it was Song Qi'an who came, which is why she opened the door so decisively. Normally, she would have checked through the peephole, but she was indeed a little impatient today.

"This is a small gift I bought for you. I hope you like it." Song Qi'an handed Zhou Sui another exquisite little box. Zhou Sui touched the intricate patterns on the box but did not open it immediately.

"Brother Qi'an, this must be very expensive." Over the past two years, Song Qi'an's various gifts have always arrived as promised, regardless of the holidays, and none of them are cheap.

Zhou Sui felt it was wrong to take other people's things, so she chose to return something of equal or even higher value. However, Song Qi'an would send over something even more expensive next, so Zhou Sui returned something even more expensive.

After this happened several times, it angered Song Qi'an. If Zhou Sui dared to "return" the things to him again, he would get angry, thus breaking the cycle.

Otherwise, Zhou Sui would be lamenting that it was fortunate that she was making money quickly, otherwise all these gifts would have left her penniless.

“I think it’s cheap, but I haven’t seen anything more suitable for you.” Song Qi’an said, taking the box from Zhou Sui’s hand and then opening it and placing it in front of her.

Inside was a glittering gold bracelet, inlaid with red gemstones.

Zhou Sui gasped, "This is cheap?" As expected of someone who has made a lot of money, this bracelet looks incredibly valuable, whether it's gold or gemstones, not to mention the combination of the two. The moment the box was opened, the bracelet exuded an air of extravagance.

Song Qi'an took the bracelet out from inside. "I came across this at an auction. I don't know much about these things, but I think it would suit you well."

He was practically dragged to that auction. He only saw the bracelet by chance in the catalog, and the first thing that came to mind was Zhou Sui wearing it. So he bid several times and won the auction.

While Zhou Sui was still immersed in the words "auction," Song Qi'an had already taken her hand and gently slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.

This bracelet seemed to be tailor-made for Zhou Sui. Song Qi'an put it on without much effort, and the size and tightness were just right.

He looked at Zhou Sui's wrist with satisfaction. "It seems I made the right choice. It suits you very well."

Zhou Sui felt a sudden heaviness on her wrist and, coming to her senses, hurriedly tried to take the bracelet off.