Yuwen Sheng took off his gloves, lowered his gaze, and placed his well-defined knuckles on the back of Zheng Quchi's neck, neither too light nor too heavy... That delicate skin had a layer of soft down, and its cool touch seemed to melt into his palm.
She trembled almost imperceptibly. The instinct of small animals is to hide when they encounter large carnivores, but they can't escape their wanton plundering no matter what they do.
He asked her with a smile, "Oh, how do you plan to get rich?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi temporarily forgot his struggle and happily began to share his feelings: "I want to sell the car so I can have money."
"But there's only one, won't you feel bad about parting with it?"
She raised her chin: "Of course not, because I will build many, many more in the future, and then I will sell them to the rich people of the seven countries, and that will make me very rich."
As she spoke, she opened her light brown eyes wide, like amber gems soaking in water, clean and clear, yet sparkling with a bright luster.
Yuwen Sheng felt a slight dryness in his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his face was bathed in candlelight. His drooping eyelashes cast large shadows. He spoke to her softly yet irrationally.
"No, that won't work."
Hearing his disagreement, Zheng Quchi, emboldened by alcohol, loudly questioned, "Why?"
Because if her wings grow stronger, she will fly higher and higher, and then he fears... his net is not big enough to keep her within his sight.
He asked her, "If others also learn how to make dragon-drawn carriages, and your carriages can no longer be sold, what will you do?"
Yuwen Sheng thought that if he said that, she would feel embarrassed, back down, and give up the idea of making money. However, she smiled.
I don't think this is a problem at all.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons, radiating a quiet pride, and whispered to him as if telling a secret.
"If you've learned it, you've learned it. I will keep improving and making better and better things. Besides, you don't understand. The progress of history will not be stopped because of someone's obstruction. Our future and other people's future will continue to improve, just like... those six countries could not stop our Ye Kingdom from striving for strength."
He loved the authenticity she displayed at that moment—cunning, confident, and cheerful, as if he would tirelessly pursue her inner thoughts, and that her eyes always held tomorrow, longing, and ambition.
Yuwen Sheng gently lifted the back of her neck, causing her to involuntarily tilt her head back.
He leaned closer to her, their eyes meeting: "You mean, this dragon-drawn carriage isn't the best you think it is, and you can make something better?"
"Ah, of course, the conditions are limited now. But once I develop a stronger version of the shock-absorbing steel plate or shock-absorbing spring, and build another car manufacturing plant, then... I will be able to develop even better cars."
She was forced to stare at him, her eyes feeling dizzy. The man in front of her was already incredibly handsome, but now he seemed to have a ten-level filter applied to him, making him look almost unreal.
Especially since... he smiled at her so alluringly, she couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes slightly.
But suddenly a delightful, heartwarming laugh rang in her ears, and she was dodged.
She felt dizzy and didn't really understand what she wanted to do. Just like when the other person turned their face away, she just twitched her nose without any particular reaction.
Seeing her standing there, staring blankly at him, Yuwen Sheng's mischievous amusement intensified.
He lured her step by step, teasing her with a strong, intoxicating aroma that seemed to have been fermented with alcohol, pulling and playing with her between them.
"But if you want to build cars, to build a lot of cars, and to research and develop the things you just mentioned, and build factories, you need to have enough wealth to do that, right?" He didn't let her back out.
Zheng Quchi shook his head when he was asked the question, his eyes darting around as if trying to concentrate, and then his eyes filled with tears as he pitifully said, "I...I have no money."
She's so poor, it seems like this can't be hidden any longer.
Yuwen Sheng had intended to keep her in suspense for a while, but he couldn't resist in the end. He gently kissed her forehead and coaxed her with a smile, "Don't cry. You may not have money, but I do. I'll not only give you all my money, but I can also give you my entire team of artisans and have them all work for you. How about that?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi immediately stopped crying and smiled. She said with emotion, "Really? You're so kind. When I make money, I'll share some with you and let you become a shareholder."
He had never heard of shareholders, but... "You said you would take care of me, do you remember?" Yuwen Sheng asked her.
But Zheng Quchi didn't recognize him. She squinted and stared at him for a long time... This person... looked somewhat familiar: "Who are you?"
"I am your husband, do you remember?"
Husband?
Liu Fengmian?
Oh~ she nodded repeatedly in realization: "Yes, I think I'm married, and I even promised him... But, can we not be husband and wife?"
She finally revealed her true feelings, her brows furrowed, and she pleaded with him with great distress.
"I'll be your subordinate, you'll be my boss, I'll make money and you'll share the profits, isn't that a good deal?"
Yuwen Sheng's originally gentle and compassionate expression suddenly froze, slowly being covered by a layer of shadow, his smile turning cold and icy.
"Why? Why not be husband and wife?"
Something suddenly changed, and even the air felt so suffocating that it was hard to breathe.
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