A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and the ends of his hair brushed against the man's clean and smooth jawline, like being tickled by a feather, sending waves of itch through him.
Qi Shen raised his hand and gathered that strand of long hair in his palm, his well-defined fingers twirling it twice. "Zhizhi, we should go back."
"good."
As the woman's figure grew smaller, Fang Zhi withdrew his gaze and followed the man into the back of the car.
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The Bentley drove smoothly on the viaduct, the night sky a deep, pure black.
Through the directional lights on the side railing of the overpass, Fang Zhi, nestled in the man's arms, looked up at his jawline and asked, "Brother, would you look down on people who dance classical dance? Would you think they are improper or not doing their proper job?"
Qi Shenjun paused for a moment, seemingly never expecting the young girl to ask such a question.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "No."
Looking into the girl's puzzled eyes, Qi Shen felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, patiently explaining, "Zhizhi, every industry has its own necessity for existence, and society is very complex."
"For example, although my brother has never experienced the life of an ordinary person, I need someone like him to carry out my decisions while I am in charge of company decision-making."
Moreover, she studied classical dance, so he wouldn't look down on her major, nor would he look down on her as a person.
"Is that so..." Fang Zhi lowered his eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Why did Zhizhi suddenly ask such a question?
Qi Shen gripped the girl's chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look him in the eye. He carefully observed every inch of her expression.
Meeting the man's deep, unfathomable eyes, Fang Zhi paused for a moment, then gently bit her lip and slowly said:
"It's Teacher Xia..."
She briefly recounted Xia Mianyi's story.
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