She ran to Song Qingyou with quick, light steps, excitedly grabbing her arm: "This guy is so handsome!"

Song Qingyou looked over and said, "It's alright."

The main problem is that none of them are ugly.

Fu Wenzhou goes without saying, as do Yan Shaoqin, Gu Bai, and Liang Muchuan. Any one of them would be the center of attention wherever they are placed.

They just don't resemble this guy; they're not the kind of handsome, sunny, and energetic type.

The other person came straight at them, their gaze finally landing on Song Qingyou: "Are you Miss Yan? I am the manager of the resort. Your rooms have been arranged. Would you like to rest first or have dinner first?"

Yan Miao stared at the boy next to him and muttered, "Eat people first."

"..."

Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then reminded him, "He's looking for Miss Yan."

"Miss Yan, oh, I am." Yan Miao stepped forward, warmly shook the middle-aged man's hand, and exchanged pleasantries with him, but her eyes kept glancing at the boy next to her.

"Uncle Lu, is this an employee of your resort?"

Uncle Lu pulled the young man beside him over and introduced him with a smile: "Oh, this is my son, Lu Yanchen. Miss Yan, when you called to reserve the room, it was Yanchen who answered the phone."

Yan Miao laughed and said, "What a coincidence."

She demurely extended her hand to Lu Yanchen: "Yanchen, hello."

Lu Yanchen blushed at her familiar way of addressing him as "Yanchen," and reached out to shake her hand back, looking a little embarrassed: "Hello, Miss Yan."

Yan Miao: "Don't call me Miss Yan, it's too formal. You must be younger than me, just call me older sister."

Lu Yanchen: "..."

Yan Miao seemed oblivious to his embarrassment, holding his hand tightly. "You're Chen Qi's childhood friend, it's not a loss for you to call me 'sister,' I'm three years older than you."

Chen Qi was the friend who introduced her to the resort. She never expected that Chen Qi, who looked so ugly, would have such a good-looking childhood friend.

As a self-proclaimed fan of good looks, Yan Miao found that almost everything about Lu Yanchen was exactly what she liked.

It looks good no matter how you look at it.

Uncle Lu laughed heartily: "Yan Chen, quickly call her sister."

Lu Yanchen coughed: "Sister."

Yan Miao felt a rush of blood to her chest, and she smiled and responded, liking Lu Yanchen more and more the more she looked at him.

Why does this person blush when called "sister"? She's absolutely thrilled with it.

The two exchanged contact information in just a few words. Yan Shaoqin, who was so enthusiastic about Yan Miao, couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed her, saying, "Be more reserved."

Lu Yanchen visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yan Miao didn't notice, or rather, even if she did, she didn't take it seriously. She waved at Lu Yanchen, turned around and retorted, "Are you going to be as reserved as you, watching the person you like be with someone else?"

Yan Shaoqin was rendered speechless by Hao's sharp retort.

She spoke softly, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

After saying that, she burrowed next to Song Qingyou.

Yan Shaoqin's gaze followed them all the way and landed on Song Qingyou.

She didn't know what Fu Wenzhou whispered in her ear, but she pinched his waist and looked at him with tenderness in her eyes.

Yan Shaoqin lowered his eyes.

This was an expression he had never seen on Song Qingyou's face before. She was aloof and maintained a distance from everyone, but at this moment, in front of Fu Wenzhou, every smile and frown revealed a tenderness and affection that even she herself might not have realized.

With so many people around, it seemed that only Fu Wenzhou was in her eyes and in her heart.

Uncle Lu had someone deliver their luggage to the villa, and then had Lu Yanchen take them to the lakeside.

They were all well-known figures in the capital, people who would be eager to curry favor with them anywhere. Although Lu Yanchen was a little awkward around Yan Miao, he remained neither humble nor arrogant when speaking to Fu Wenzhou and the others, and his speech was quite refined.

It's obvious he doesn't interact with girls much.

We arrived at the fishing spot, a very large lake.

The lake water was crystal clear, rippling gently in the breeze.

There is a wooden floating bridge on the shore specifically for fishing, with a thatched shed every few meters, which is very characteristic of the countryside.

A breeze swept by, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Further away, several small boats were moored, gently rocking on the lake.

Song Qingyou and Yan Miao weren't interested in fishing, so they sat on the boat, enjoying the gentle breeze, eating chilled fruit, and chatting while watching a group of men fish.

Yun Nian didn't like fishing or boating on the lake. After hearing Lu Yanchen say that the mountains were rich in vegetation and had many rare herbs, she plunged into the depths of the mountains.

Fearing something might happen to him, Lu Yanchen specially hired two burly bodyguards to accompany him.

On the boat, Yan Miao cupped her face in her hands, stuffed a green grape into her mouth, and gazed at Lu Yanchen not far away with a lovesick expression, liking him more and more as she looked at him. "Youyou, what do you think my chances of winning him over are if I were to pursue him?"

Song Qingyou also rested her chin on her hand, but she was looking at Fu Wenzhou.

Hearing this, she glanced at Lu Yanchen and said, "Let's see how much effort you put in."

Judging from Lu Yanchen's blushing face at the slightest touch, and considering Yan Miao's persistent nature, she could probably win him over as soon as they left the holiday village.

Upon hearing her say that, Yan Miao modestly replied, "Oh dear, we shouldn't be too impetuous with such innocent young men, lest we scare them away."

Song Qingyou couldn't help but glance at her.

Yan Miao: "...What kind of look is that? Can't I show some chivalry?"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Lu Yanchen lick his lips, so she immediately grabbed a bottle of water and ran over.

The boat rocked gently on the lake, and soon Fu Wenzhou entered.

He picked up a slice of watermelon and started eating. Seeing Song Qingyou staring in Lu Yanchen's direction, he jealously turned her face towards him and kissed her: "Sister, what are you looking at, hmm?"

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