Yan Yaohui turned around with his disheveled appearance. "The Shen family is coming to deliver betrothal gifts? Why didn't you tell us beforehand?"

This is a major event concerning his children's marriages, what kind of behavior is he displaying now?

Yan Yaoyao smiled and said, "It's not too late to say now. Dad, go upstairs and tidy up."

She deliberately waited until now to say it, all for this moment.

Yan Yaohui hurriedly ran upstairs, leaving Chen Lan alone in the living room in a mess.

Her feelings were extremely complicated. She hadn't even vented her anger at Yan Yaohui when she heard that the Shen family had come to deliver betrothal gifts, so she had to calm down.

This feeling of being unable to breathe, stuck in my chest, was extremely frustrating.

"Yaoyao, why are you being so reckless! If you had known the Shen family was sending betrothal gifts today, why would you have bothered recording this show!"

Yan Yaoyao smiled and said, "Mom, just think of it as a way of young people. I don't mind at all. I just wanted to give you a surprise."

Chen Lan's expression softened slightly. "Never mind, as long as you and Shen Zhou have reached an agreement."

The viewers in the live stream were extremely curious.

[A betrothal gift! Luckily I was watching the live stream; I might witness a wealthy family proposing marriage in my lifetime.]

The dowry must have been at least tens of millions, right?

That's the Shen family; they must have tens of millions.

[Be bold, I think hundreds of millions isn't a problem. Isn't this a powerful alliance? Their foundation is very solid.]

Yan Qiao wasn't interested in the Shen family's marriage proposal and yawned out of boredom.

"In that case, we'll take our leave. It's not convenient for us to stay here any longer."

Yan Yaoyao, who wanted to show off to her, quickly stopped her: "Yan Qiao, what's inappropriate about this? No one is more suitable than you. Although we are not blood sisters, we are cousins. It's not a big deal for you to be there when the Shen family proposes marriage."

Chen Lan wanted Pei Jingzhan to stay a little longer, even though others didn't know his identity, it was still a matter of face.

"Yan Qiao, Yao Yao is right, let's stay and join in the fun."

Yan Qiao looked at Pei Jingzhan and asked for his opinion.

He tilted his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "Wait a little longer, it won't hurt."

Yan Qiao didn't say anything more.

Jin Lu carefully observed the interaction between the two. Although they appeared distant and unfamiliar, they actually engaged in many intimate actions that crossed the line without realizing it.

Even if they haven't officially started dating, they're definitely in the ambiguous stage.

Jin Lu glanced at Yan Qiao with envy a few more times, wondering what kind of luck Yan Qiao had.

Yan Qiao touched his numb ears. His breath lightly brushed against his earlobes, and a tingling sensation spread from his earlobes, causing the hairs on his ears to stand up.

Lost in thought, she suddenly realized what "sounds that can make your ears pregnant" were like online.

Yan Yaoyao and Chen Lan were talking, and their conversation was full of references to Versailles, with every sentence targeting Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao didn't hear a word he said; she looked down at Pei Jingzhan's hand resting on his thigh.

He's a natural clothes hanger; his frame is still quite large, including his hands.

Yan Qiao pretended to be casual, placing her hand on her thigh, only two fingers' distance between them.

Only then did I realize that his hands were so much bigger than mine.

Thicker nails, longer fingers, and wider, thicker palms.

But when put together, everything is just right, so pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qiao stretched her fingers. Her hands were not bad, slender and long, and very white, but they couldn't be described as tender.

She has done a lot of rough work, such as wood carving and other handicrafts, all of which require the use of hands, making her hands rougher and rougher with each task.

Compared to this, Yan Qiao pouted and suddenly had an urge to hide her hands.

Pei Jingzhan lowered his eyes, watching her expressive face.

"how?"

Yan Qiao spread her fingers and gestured above his hand.

"You have such big hands."

Pei Jingzhan didn't understand the little girl's inexplicable thought process, but he still cooperated by spreading his hands out.

She is indeed a bit older than Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao stretched out her finger and traced a line on his palm.

Pei Jingzhan shuddered, his soft fingertips brushing across his palm, sending a tingling sensation through him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Don't be ridiculous."

Yan Qiao pouted, "Your hands are even softer than mine, like a girl's."

It really makes people feel unbalanced.

Pei Jingzhan chuckled helplessly, "I have calluses."

The little girl's inexplicable competitive spirit always left people baffled.

"Really? Where is it?"

Yan Qiao grabbed his hand and looked at it.

Pei Jingzhan extended his right hand. "This hand."

Upon closer inspection, Yan Qiao discovered that the palm and thumb of her right hand were even harder, and there was indeed a thick layer of calluses.

She playfully scratched it, "That's more like it."

Pei Jingzhan froze again and withdrew his hand.

He lowered his voice and scolded, "Nonsense."

If it were anyone else, Third Master's aura would have already darkened, and he wouldn't dare to say another word.

Only Yan Qiao never took his temper seriously.

Why do you have so many calluses on your palms?

Pei Jingzhan said, "I served in the army when I was young."

Yan Qiao covered her mouth and chuckled, "In your youth? Mr. Pei Bingjun, do you consider yourself old now?"

Pei Jingzhan glanced at her helplessly, "What do you think?"

Yan Qiao's dark eyes darted around, mischievous and playful.

Then she leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Have you ever heard a saying..."

Pei Jingzhan clenched his fists slightly, his gaze deep and his voice hoarse and low.

"What are you saying?"

Yan Qiao whispered something in his ear, and Pei Jingzhan closed his eyes without responding, but one could vaguely see his reddened earlobe.

He vaguely remembered his purpose in approaching Yan Qiao; who was flirting with whom here?

Yan Qiao smiled, thinking, "A 30-year-old innocent old man, so easily charmed."

She simply said, "At 30, you're in your prime, and your sperm motility is very high."

His ears turned red; he must have never been in a relationship before.

After a moment's thought, Yan Qiao decided that it wasn't impossible to take the initiative and book this man for herself.

Pei Jingzhan had no idea what was going on in her little head, but he was sure he didn't want to know.

Yan Yaoyao and Chen Lan talked until their mouths were dry, but they didn't hear Yan Qiao come out to respond even once or twice.

After showing off for so long, I haven't gotten any pleasure from it; instead, I feel incredibly stifled.

She gritted her teeth, "Yan Qiao, why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about?"

Yan Qiao looked up blankly, "Huh? I was thinking about the bag..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Jingzhan's temple twitched, and he replied in a deep voice, "Which bag do you like? I'll buy it for you."

He knew it!

Yan Qiao couldn't utter any kind words.

"You earn 2,800 a month and you still want to buy a bag?" Yan Qiao clicked her tongue.

Chen Lan: "..."

Jin Lu: "...Mr. Pei's salary, two thousand eight?"

Her expression was indescribable; two thousand eight.

Even if you were a traitor in your past life, you wouldn't have to pay 2,800 yuan.

Yan Qiao shook her head, "It's not two thousand eight, I pay him three thousand a month!"

Jin Lu: "Hehe, there are so many."

You're quite proud of yourself.

"However, he broke my broom while sweeping earlier, so I deducted 200 from his pay."

Yan Qiao: Justified and confident.

Chen Lan's face turned a deep purplish-red from holding her breath. "Yan Qiao, isn't this a bit inappropriate..."

Yan Qiao looked at Pei Jingzhan, "Don't you think it's bad?"

Pei Jingzhan said expressionlessly, "Very good." (Zhou Bapi)