As the cherry blossom season draws to a close, the petals of the late-blooming cherry blossoms are scattered all over the ground by the wind, like a pink carpet.

Yu Jiuyuan sat by the window of the student council office, twirling a pen between her fingers, but her gaze fell on the platinum ring on her ring finger. The name engraved by Rong Shenghan was warm from her body heat, like a mark that would never fade.

"What are you thinking about?" Rong Shenghan asked as he pushed the door open, holding two cups of hot cocoa, the steam condensing into tiny water droplets in his palm.

His left arm has fully recovered, but when he picks up a cup, his fingertips still habitually avoid the injured spot, as if he is protecting some fragile treasure.

Yu Jiuyuan took the hot cocoa and deliberately rubbed her fingertips against his palm, causing the blue light of the pinky ring to glow slightly.

Rong Shenghan's positive emotional fluctuations stabilized at 170, which was higher than usual, like a sail billowing in the spring breeze.

“I’m thinking,” she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of cunning and tenderness, “when to give you a proper title.”

Rong Shenghan paused, the warmth of the hot cocoa passing through the paper cup to his palm, but it couldn't scald the heat from his ears.

He looked at the ring on her ring finger, then suddenly chuckled and reached out to pinch her cheek: "What title does President Yu want to give me? The wife of the student council vice president?"

"No way." Yu Jiuyuan shook the cup in her hand, and the sweet aroma of cocoa wafted out. "If you're going to give someone something, give them the most special one."

She knew what Rong Shenghan wanted.

It wasn't some vague promise, but a publicly acknowledged identity that allowed him to stand confidently beside Xie Zhecheng and Ji Luoqin.

This man, whom she had tamed, appeared docile, but deep down he harbored an unmistakable possessiveness.

The blue light from the pinky ring shimmered, reflecting the expectation and restraint in Rong Shenghan's eyes.

He didn't press her further, but simply sat beside her, watching the cherry blossoms fall outside the window, as if patiently waiting for a belated answer.

When Xie Zhecheng returned to the villa in the evening, he was arranging photos of the flower show in the living room. Each photo was arranged in chronological order, and even the spacing between the frames was measured with a ruler.

Yuan Xu was holding a laptop, with dense gene sequences scrolling across the screen, her fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"You're back." When Xie Zhecheng looked up, his gaze first fell on Yu Jiuyuan's ring, then looked away, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about the weather. "You need to confirm the alumni homecoming day procedures for tomorrow."

Yu Jiuyuan took the process sheet and swiped her finger across the "Special Guest" column. Rong Shenghan's name was listed first, with a blank parenthesis next to it, obviously waiting for him to fill in his identity.

“Just write my…” she deliberately dragged out the sound, and in the blue light of the pinky ring, Xie Zhecheng’s emotions instantly tightened, like a fully drawn bowstring, “Special Assistant.”

Xie Zhecheng paused for a moment, then wrote down the three words in the parentheses without speaking. The writing was a little more forceful than usual, and the ink slightly blurred.

Yuan Xu looked up from behind the computer screen, adjusted her glasses, and suddenly blurted out, "Rong Shenghan's biology competition instructor qualification certificate has been issued. Actually, he can write 'instructor' on it."

He spoke with an air of seriousness, as if he were merely stating facts, but the pinky ring revealed a flicker of positive emotion in him. This man, so engrossed in his research, could also subtly offer his support.

Rong Shenghan stood at the top of the stairs, taking in everything.

He didn't participate in this delicate tug-of-war; he simply gently grabbed Yu Jiuyuan's wrist as she went upstairs and pulled her into the master bedroom.

"Special assistant?" He pressed her against the door, his kiss urgent and fierce, his tongue forcing open her teeth with unmistakable displeasure. "Yu Jiuyuan, is this how you're going to get rid of me?"

"Otherwise what?" Yu Jiuyuan laughed, reaching out to hug his neck, her fingertips stroking the stray hairs on the back of his neck. "Are you going to write 'my person'?"

These words were like a feather, gently tickling Rong Shenghan's heart.

His breathing became a little erratic, but his kiss suddenly softened, landing on the corner of her eye with a carefully cherished look: "You know what I want."

What he wanted was not a title, but her recognition.

It means openly acknowledging in front of everyone that he is hers, and belongs solely to her.

This seemingly simple request was the hardest thing for a madwoman like her who was used to controlling everything.

Looking at the stubbornness in his eyes, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly recalled the image of him with his hand wrapped in bandages, yet still stubbornly making ginger soup for her. She remembered how he was injured protecting her, lying in the hospital bed, yet still smiling and telling her not to worry. She also remembered how he had clearly been angry these past few days, yet still indulged her tantrums.

The blue light on the pinky ring had a soft, warm hue, like a sapphire bathed in moonlight.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Rong Shenghan, come with me to the family banquet next month."

Rong Shenghan's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

“I will tell Grandpa,” Yu Jiuyuan’s fingertips traced his Adam’s apple, the movement as gentle as if she were making a promise, “that you are my fiancé.”

The words "fiancé" were like a pebble thrown into a deep lake, instantly creating ripples in Rong Shenghan's heart.

He suddenly pulled her even tighter, his kiss landing fiercely, filled with suppressed ecstasy and tenderness, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

“Yu Jiuyuan…” he breathed heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice trembling without him even realizing it, “Say it again.”

“I said, you are my fiancé.” Yu Jiuyuan smiled, the cunning in her eyes replaced by tenderness. “You belong only to me, baby.”

The blue light of the pinky ring shone brightest in the darkness, and Rong Shenghan's positive emotional fluctuations broke through 200, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, dazzling and intense.

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