Chapter 137 Chapter 137

The next day, the sun rose brightly. His only friend lay quietly in bed, alone. Quan Zhilong glanced at the time—eleven o'clock in the morning. He had clearly set the alarm, but he didn't hear a sound. In the final analysis,

Or maybe it was because she was worried about something last night and didn't fall asleep until very late. But he was thinking of getting up early to accompany her, so couldn't she wake him up before leaving? There was not even a message, as if she was afraid that he would pester her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

He turned over, opened the bedside drawer, took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. The cigarette just sat there, but he never lit it. After a while, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it back where it was. Lia didn't like the smell of cigarettes. If she really smoked in bed,

Even if the sheets were changed, she would definitely be able to smell it. Just as he was about to lie down, he noticed a dark green gift box on the bedside table with a note on it. His heartbeat quickened a little.

He reached out and took the gift box, his eyes first falling on the note. The contents inside were a bit confusing. The top line was obviously not her handwriting, it was written neatly in black marker: "After party

010-XXXX-XXXX” Then someone roughly crossed out the line, and scribbled two words underneath in blue ballpoint pen: Gift. Two exclamation points were added at the end.

Quan Zhilong immediately imagined the whole thing—the note had probably been slipped into his pocket by someone during the chaos at the bar last night, and Lia had somehow found it, which was why she had simply left a message on it. The exclamation point represented her attitude. She was jealous.

A moment of guilt quickly gave way to a smug delight. After all, he hadn't asked for the note, but she truly cared about him. The irritation he'd felt upon waking up was instantly dispelled. He carefully put the note away before turning to the dark green gift box.

He had actually recognized what it was—the square cardboard box with "AUDEMARS PIGUET" printed in gold. He had once casually mentioned wanting to buy a watch from that brand. His lips curled up as he lowered his head and opened the gift box.

He took out a smaller watch box. Sure enough, a limited edition Royal Oak lay quietly in the center of the cream-colored cushion.

The octagonal bezel glows coldly in the sunlight. The gears and bridges are clearly visible in the hollow dial. The flying tourbillon is set at 6 o'clock, and the outer ring is engraved with "Royal Oak Perpetual Calendar".

Tourbillon – Limited Edition 029/100”. — A limited edition with a high price.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing with nonsense like "where there's money, there's love." Although it wasn't quite right, giving him such an expensive gift didn't mean she loved him.

Like a young teenager in love, he happily put the watch on his wrist, repeatedly examined it against the light, raised it to the air and looked at it again and again. Then he couldn't help but pick up his phone and took a few pictures.

After some appreciation, he opened the chat box, typed a few lines and deleted them, repeated this several times, and finally sent one: JiYo: Thank you, I like it very much.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, I felt that my previous message was too cold. What if she still cared about the note? I bit my nails and hesitated for a long time before sending a second message:

JiYo: I don't know who left that note, I haven't contacted him. He loves biting his nails, and his already tight nail beds are stretched even further by this.

A few minutes passed, and with no response, he couldn't help but add another message: JiYo: What time will you be back tonight? I have to go to the company soon. After sending this message, he felt secretly happy and felt that he had mastered the art of speaking.

The question was "what time tonight," which gave her plenty of time without sounding like he was desperately waiting for her to come back. The phrase "I have to go to the company soon" also suggested that it was unclear who was waiting.

After asking all the necessary questions, he leaned back on the bed, slowly admiring the watch on his wrist. He had no shortage of jewelry or luxury cars.

His early fame had prematurely satiated his material desires, often leading to a feeling of emptiness. His threshold for happiness was raised extremely high, and he rarely felt immense joy simply from acquiring something. But this watch was different.

It looked like a diamond ring. Perhaps it also represented some kind of promise. His thoughts raced, and he desperately needed someone to share his happiness with. So he casually opened a chat box and sent all the photos he had just taken to Lee Soo Hyuk. The other party quickly replied:

lxxsxxhxx: Just bought it? Exactly what I wanted. Quan Zhilong raised an eyebrow and replied: JiYo: She gave it to me hh. Of course, her intention wasn't to show off. Sharing doubles the joy, indeed.

He smiled, switching back to his contact list and glancing at the message with NeonL—still no reply. Don't you check your phone while arranging flowers? As he was thinking this, Lee Soo Hyuk sent another message: lxxsxxhxx: Prostitution money?

The corners of his mouth froze, and Quan Zhilong's face suddenly darkened. He was about to refute, but for some reason, a flicker of agreement flashed through his mind - she had hurriedly stayed the night before and disappeared at dawn, leaving behind only this priceless gift.

Isn't that just like that kind of relationship? Half an hour had already passed since he woke up and sent the first message. Even if he was on the moon, he should have sent back a response, right? My mood plummeted.

Lee Soo Hyuk was obviously unaware of his own lethality, and he persevered and sent another message: lxxsxxhxx: It’s really expensive kkk “.......”

He wasn't sure if he was talking about the watch or his "one-night service." He gritted his teeth. He had just typed, "You're just jealous," and was about to send it when his specially set ringtone rang—Lia was calling directly.

He was caught in a breath, but he was also damn excited about the belated ringing. Leaving Lee Soo Hyuk alone, he waited for five seconds with feigned reserve before slowly answering the phone.

"Is Oppa awake?" a familiar voice called from the phone, with the occasional voice navigation call playing in the background. "Yeah. Driving?" "Yes, I just dropped my aunt off." My heart dropped.

So the reason he didn't reply to the message was really because he was accompanying Ms. Han Jilan to arrange flowers. Isn't that still for him? Quan Zhilong raised the corner of his mouth again and said coquettishly: "I like the gift very much, thank you."

A chuckle came from the other side: "As long as you like it. I just happened to see it and thought it suits Oppa very well." Just happened to see it? He immediately grasped the meaning.

Lia had never cared about fashion, and certainly wouldn't go out of her way to visit places like this. He couldn't have just bought it while killing time at the airport, could he? Besides, the item he received was a limited edition, and he wouldn't be able to get it easily without waiting a year or two.

I thought this in my heart, but I asked honestly. After asking, I couldn't help but feel like I was checking up on him, and I couldn't help but secretly regret my lack of patience.

Lia didn't care at all and gave the answer generously: "When I went to buy a gift for Isaac, I happened to see a customer wearing it on his hand and thought it looked very nice." Oh, it's Isaac.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize what he'd heard the next second—Isaac? His mind buzzed. He knew it wasn't that simple! He was just there for the occasion!

Without caring about the tone, he immediately asked, "Why did you send him?" Lia was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask that. After a while, she asked back, "...Is Oppa jealous?"

Quan Zhilong choked, almost forgetting that he had no right to be jealous, so he had to change his words: "I mean...giving this to everyone is a bit too expensive." Lia said calmly: "No, I bought them ordinary ones."

She's recently gained a lot of resources through Sony's platform, and while this is partly due to the quality of her work, it's also largely due to the support of relevant individuals. Sarah's inclination towards her is largely due to her relationship with Isaac.

So I simply gave each of them a watch. Although it cost a lot of money, but - "The total cost is not as much as Oppa's, don't worry."

The original intention of this statement was to respond to Quan Zhilong's previous concern that it was "too expensive", but unexpectedly it had the effect of soothing someone's little thoughts.

He nodded, accepting the explanation. But before he could relax for two seconds, the person opposite him dropped another bombshell: "By the way, I won't be going home tonight." "..." Quan Zhilong was tired.

His emotions were surging, and he felt like he was being drained. "Why?" He was desperate, finally showing some dissatisfaction.

"I have to go to school this afternoon and have dinner with Xia Qing tonight. We haven't seen each other in a long time, and I want to stay a little longer." Perhaps sensing that he was in a bad mood, Lia answered honestly with a soothing tone, "Besides, won't we meet again when we record the show tomorrow?"

As for why she suddenly decided to come to his house last night, part of the reason was that she hadn't lived in her house for a long time and the cleaning lady hadn't had time to come and clean it... She naturally swallowed this kind of words wisely.

Quan Zhilong's expression changed again and again, and in the end he could only respond with a frustrated "OK".

Anyway, she had been back for less than a day, and most of her time had been allocated to him, including Han Jilan's share. After all, he wasn't an unreasonable person. Forget it. He would dress up nicely for tomorrow's recording.

You have to release your charm yourself.

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