"But if I give you a bouquet of daisies now, then in the future when you visit an art gallery with someone else, you will always remember that I gave you a bouquet of daisies when you visited the art gallery with me. This is called adding a romantic label."

"If our relationship were even more unforgettable, it wouldn't just be that when you visit an oil painting gallery you would remember that I gave you a bouquet of daisies, but every bouquet of daisies you see in the future would bear my shadow. That's what we call enhancing the impression of our love."

He Jing: "..."

What utter nonsense!

They're not even together yet, and he's already thinking about their future breakups and reconciliations.

As if reading He Jing's thoughts, Yan Hanxi curled up the corners of his mouth and added, "But I won't give you the opportunity to go to the oil painting museum with others, so this bouquet of daisies is just something I wanted to give you so you can enjoy it."

He Jing chuckled and said, "If you really want to add any labels, I suggest you just give her money. Although she may not fall in love with you, I guarantee that no matter how many years pass, she will always remember that there was once a fool who gave her money without a second thought. On the bright side, if she is not doing well in the future, she might just come to you to take over."

Yan Hanxi: "...A model student, how can you be so vulgar?"

We're in an art museum right now!

Art museum!

"Did I say something wrong?" He Jing couldn't help but say, "Take some time to do more practice problems and don't look at those unreliable things."

Yan Hanxi smiled slightly: "No."

Then, he pulled the daisies out of He Jing's arms and threw them into the trash can.

He Jing: "?"

Yan Hanxi said in a serious tone, "I have decided to take your suggestion."

Throw money at her.

He Jing was speechless and remained silent for a long time.

At that moment, she finally understood why the senior who had once admired her advised her not to be a contrarian.

He Jing reflected deeply for a moment, then looked up and said, "That's not what I meant."

"Sister, is it okay if I don't take over and just become the boss?"

Amidst the comings and goings of people, Yan Hanxi suddenly blurted out this sentence, his head lowered, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at them.

He Jing blushed, glanced around, and glared at him: "It's still daytime! No... is it okay?"

He Jing couldn't bring herself to say the word "flirtatious," feeling that if she did, she would become indecent.

"Did I say anything offensive?" Yan Hanxi stroked her face with one hand, gently rubbing her earlobe with his fingertips. "Sister, let's go to the art gallery."

There were few people in the gallery, and I could stay in a corner without being disturbed.

He Jing felt as if her earlobe, which was being pinched and squeezed, was a piece of cooked meat. Her entire ear turned red with Yan Hanxi's movements. She grabbed Yan Hanxi's hand and said, both angry and embarrassed, "Who wants to go with you? I'm not going."

Yan Hanxi stopped what he was doing, but leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Sister, I have a red mole on my waist, it’s really pretty.”

"..." He Jing's cheeks flushed bright red: "Can't you try something different?"

It's always the same trick: first abs, then V-line, and now even the mole on my waist is showing.

Is he trying to take this seduction stunt to the extreme?!

"Don't you like it, sister?" Yan Hanxi's warm breath brushed against her ear. "If you don't like it, you can just touch my waist, it's so smooth."

He Jing couldn't take the teasing anymore, so she turned around and pinned him against the wall. "You little brat, my waist is even smoother."