The Bentley was parked in a secluded corner. Fang Zhi habitually walked towards the passenger seat, but Qi Shen pulled her closer.
She fell into his arms, his cool breath filling the air around her with his gentle voice.
"Zhizhi, there's a driver in front, sit in the back."
He put one arm around her and opened the car door with the other.
Fang Zhi turned around and saw a beautifully crafted black and gold gift box on the seat. She paused, looked up at the man's sharply defined jawline, and slowly asked, "What's this?"
"This is a graduation gift for you." Looking at her bewildered little face, Qi Shen was in a good mood. He reached out and pinched Fang Zhi's smooth, soft cheek. "Get in the car first, and we'll open it later to see if you like it."
Fang Zhi softly hummed in agreement.
As the car started, the partition in the middle of the car was raised after Qi Shen got in, separating the previously spacious car. In the cramped space in the back, the two people's scents mingled.
Fang Zhi, under Qi Shen's unwavering gaze, opened the gift and found a greeting card.
The handwriting on the greeting card was neat and elegant, with a faint fragrance of lingering ink, indicating that it had been written recently.
Hello, Fang Zhi. I wish you excellent results in the college entrance examination. May you have a peaceful spring, a safe summer, and a joyful autumn.
I also heard from your brother that you really like dancing and that you take me as your role model in dance. Thank you for your support.
Here, I also wish you to become a rising star in the world of classical dance.
Congratulatory message from: Xia Mianyi
When Fang Zhi saw the name, his hand trembled with excitement, a mix of surprise and disbelief washing over him.
Who is Xia Mianyi?
She is a leading figure in the classical dance world, and her performance of "Like a Dream" more than a decade ago amazed everyone.
At the same time, she was also the only guiding light for her before she was six years old. It was because of her performance of "Like a Dream" that she developed a deep love for classical dance.
In a sense, Xia Mianyi can be considered her mentor.
Qi Shen never gave her fake gifts, so Fang Zhi had no doubts about it.
She looked up and met his gaze, her clear eyes sparkling. "Brother, how did you find Teacher Xia? Where is she now?"
She's still young, and when she's happy, she acts like a child. Qi Shen smiled and said, "It took us a while to find her through acquaintances."
He deliberately stopped, admiring the girl's expectant eyes. If only those expectations were directed at him...
A glint of light flashed in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, gone in an instant. "Teacher Xia isn't in the country. She's enjoying her life abroad by herself and doesn't want to be disturbed."
The young girl loved classical dance and admired Xia Mianyi. When she was in junior high school, he wanted to hire Xia Mianyi as Zhizhi's dance teacher, but before he could take action, Xia Mianyi announced her retirement.
Only then did I realize that my eyelashes were drooping.
I finally got news about my idol and wanted to visit her, but I was told that she did not want to see guests.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed, but then she thought about it again and realized that receiving a handwritten letter from her idol was already a pleasant surprise.
"Zhizhi." Qi Shen raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep voice carrying a hint of doting affection and a subtle ambiguity, "There are more gifts below, open them and take a look."
"Okay." Fang Zhi carefully placed the greeting card aside.
The gift box contained a layer of black and gold printed paper wrapped around the bottom of the gift. When you touched it, it felt soft and weightless.
After disassembly—
The lotus root pink blouse has an ethereal feel, and the large pleated skirt has a clear texture. More attractive than the beautifully tailored design is the material. When the sunlight falls on the skirt, it is a shimmering, off-white color.
Fang Zhi was momentarily stunned by the light reflected off the skirt, and her breath caught in her throat. She guessed that it might be a classical dance dress.
But I never expected it to be such a beautiful and unique dance dress.
She had studied classical dance for many years and recognized most dance dresses on the market. The only possibility for the dress her brother gave her was that it was custom-made.
I realized I hadn't been wrong.
This is a dance dress that Qi Shen spent a lot of money to specially find a costume designer and a dance master to discuss and customize.
It should be outstanding and original, yet flowing and beautiful, without sacrificing the original intention of the dance skirt to be light and graceful.
Qi Shen reached out and gently stroked the girl's fair and clean cheek. "Do you like it?"
Fang Zhi nodded slightly. "I like it."
Feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingertips, Qi Shen concealed the dark glint in his eyes, "I'm glad Zhizhi likes it."
It wasn't just liking; her brother had her tastes completely figured out, and the two gifts were perfectly tailored to her heart.
After the little girl carefully put the gift back into the box, Qi Shen suddenly said, "Zhizhi, don't touch it."
The next second, he stretched out his long arm and grabbed the girl's slender waist, pulling her into his arms. His smooth-lined chin rested on her head. "Let your brother hold you and let you rest for a while."
The man's slightly hoarse voice, revealing a weariness, seemed genuine. Fang Zhi knew he had been coming home very late these past few days, yet he still made time to pick her up today.
She didn't know exactly how busy her brother was with work, but the pressure he faced carrying the weight of such a large corporation on his own was unimaginable.
Fang Zhi remained motionless as he held her, feeling a pang of tenderness and heartache in her heart, her gaze slowly sliding down to the gift box.
She's not an emotionless or ungrateful person; after more than a decade of companionship, some things have long since seeped into her very bones.
Even though her brother sometimes went too far and she would feel dissatisfied and resentful, she never hated him.
The former represents continued dependence, while the latter represents complete hostility and hatred.
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