Chapter 11
Shopping malls were packed with people at the end of the year, all there to stock up on New Year's goods.
The mall's parking lot was full, so Qin Zhan let Wen Xin out of the car first and told her to wait for him at the coffee shop on the first floor. He then drove around for a long time before finally finding a parking space.
"Oh, I should have had Uncle Liu bring us here."
Wen Xin noticed that Qin Zhan was a little out of breath, and wondered how far he had run to get here.
She took a handkerchief and wiped the frost and snow off his face and clothes, then handed him a cup of hot coffee.
"Brother, warm yourself up."
Qin Zhan looked down at her with a deep and gentle gaze, and softly hummed in agreement.
"careful."
The two walked towards the supermarket on the second floor, and Wen Xin was accidentally bumped into.
Qin Zhan quickly reached out and hugged her, his expression grave. "Are you hurt?"
Wen Xin leaned against his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart ringing in her ears. Her ears felt a little hot, and she shook her head with a smile, "I'm fine."
When Qin Zhan met her bright eyes, he realized just how intimate their posture was.
His arm was around her slender waist, and her short cardigan was draped over the back of his hand. Even though his palm was pressed against her through two layers of clothing, it was still burning hot.
Her body was soft and light, but the love she carried in his heart was heavy.
Their eyes met, and their gazes seemed to be glued together.
There were many couples embracing in the mall, but none of them seemed to have their own private world like the two of them, making people blush and their hearts race just by looking at them.
Yes, the combination of handsome men and beautiful women is pleasing to the eye!
Many eyes fell on the two of them, and Wen Xinying's white ears turned blush.
She calmly lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him, but her constantly trembling eyelashes betrayed that the girl's heart was not as calm as she appeared.
Qin Zhan helped her stand up and then gentlemanly removed his hand.
However, only he himself truly knows how scalding the warmth that lingered on his palms and fingers was.
Qin Zhan coughed lightly and asked tentatively, "Ah Xin, there are too many people. Shall I hold your hand and lead you?"
Wen Xin nodded slightly. "Okay."
They grew up together as childhood sweethearts. When they were little, Qin Zhan carried her around countless times, not to mention holding hands.
Feeling his hand tightly enveloping hers, warm and reassuring, Wen Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Um?"
Qin Zhan looked down at her; his chiseled features were cold and hard, but the light in his eyes was extremely gentle.
“I remember when I was little, my brother always liked to hold my hand when we went out. He said I was so small that I would be blown away by the wind. How could I not hold his hand?”
"..."
“But when I was in junior high and you were in high school, my brother stopped holding my hand. He said that a grown man shouldn’t hold a little girl’s hand all the time. It’s effeminate and not manly.”
"..."
Qin Zhan's eyelids twitched. If he could, he would definitely go back in time and smash that rebellious, pretentious, and naive version of himself into the ground.
Wen Xin looked up at him and said, "I was heartbroken for a long time. I thought that my brother had found another girl he liked and that he disliked me and didn't like me anymore."
"I don't!"
Qin Zhan rejected it without hesitation.
He frowned, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and explained with regret and anxiety, "I was out of my mind back then, but I never looked down on you, and I never disliked you."
Even though he was too young to understand love and only treated her as a younger sister, he never paid attention to any other women besides her.
Back then, all he did was act like a teenager, leading a group of his underlings to skip school to play basketball, go online to fight, and pick her up after school.
He might not even be able to match the names and faces of the girls in his class.
Wen Xin chuckled and said softly, "I know."
He was a school bully in high school, irritable and not to be trifled with, and would start a fight at the slightest provocation.
But in front of her, he always restrained his temper and never said a harsh word to her.
Before picking her up after school, he would always wait until the smell of smoke on his clothes had dissipated. If he accidentally saw her walking by during a fight, he would immediately grab her and run over the wall...
He didn't want her to see anything bad.
But one time, when she failed her midterm exam due to illness and was kicked out of the classroom by her homeroom teacher, who mocked her as a descendant of a lackey, genetically inferior, stupid, and stupid, dragging down the average score of their elite school, he rushed in without hesitation, overturned the entire podium, and beat her until she was bruised and battered.
Hitting someone is certainly wrong. He was undoubtedly a rebellious and impulsive problem student when he was young, but who can deny how good he was to her?
He never allowed anyone to hurt her, carefully protecting her in a greenhouse.
If this is dislike and dislike, then Wen Xin doesn't even know what liking and not disliking are.
Looking at her smiling face, Qin Zhan's heart skipped a beat.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Ah Xin..."
Wen Xin tilted her head. "What's wrong, brother?"
Qin Zhan pursed his thin lips, unable to bring himself to ask the question: "Will you leave me again?"
He lowered his eyes. "Let's go shopping."
Wen Xin smiled and said, "Okay."
However, the result of Young Master Qin's first attempt to shop at the supermarket in a down-to-earth manner was...
He took everything Wen Xin glanced at, and in no time, the shopping cart was completely full.
Wen Xin: "..."
She quickly grabbed the young master, whose clothes screamed "rich tycoon, buy, buy!"
Otherwise, at his rate of buying, we'll have to call a big truck to move it later.
"Don't you like it, Ah Xin?"
Qin Zhan pursed his thin lips, his heavy brows and eyes looking intimidating, but in Wen Xin's eyes, it was a picture of utter grievance.
She was both amused and exasperated. She took out a can of baby formula that he had just put in the shopping cart and asked, "Brother, are you planning to give this to me, or are you going to drink it yourself?"
Qin Zhan's gaze fell on the lettering on the milk powder can: 0-6 month infant formula, XXX, specializing in milk powder that mothers can trust...
Qin Baobao: "..."
Wen Xin asked teasingly, drawing out her words, "Or does brother want a baby and become a father?"
Qin Zhan: "!!!"
His gaze unconsciously fell on her fair and beautiful face. Doll?
She's so pink and delicate, like a miniature version of a girl...
Qin Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed, and before her clear, sharp gaze could meet his, he quickly concealed the fantasies in his eyes, calmly placed the can of milk powder back on the shelf, and said indifferently, "I took the wrong one."
However, when Qin Dashao turned around to put the milk powder back, he accidentally exposed his bright red ears to Wen Xin.
A glint appeared in her eyes, and she pursed her lips to suppress a smile, lest she tease her childhood sweetheart brother and make him angry.
However, Wen Xin reached into the shopping cart and pulled out a bag of sanitary napkins, telling him seriously, "I don't use this brand."
The ruthless young master stared at the bag of sanitary napkins, feeling as if a landmine had hit him on the head, blasting him until he was charred black and smoking.
Qin Shao, whose brain was about to freeze, suddenly said in a silly and cute way, "Oh, I remember you use Kao brand."
Wen Xin: "..."
Qin Zhan, regaining his senses, was also speechless.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Qin Zhan suddenly turned around, grabbed the shopping cart, and walked away, saying, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go to the baking section? Let's go now."
The shopping cart piled high with goods did not burden him at all, and the domineering young master's steps remained steady and powerful. But, right?
"Brother, that's the seafood section."
Wen Xin reminded him in a trembling voice, trying her best not to burst into unseemly laughter in the supermarket.
Qin Zhan: "..."
The Crown Prince turned the corner with a composed gait, looked at her with an air of nobility, and showed no embarrassment whatsoever, while Wen Xin, who was watching the spectacle, was left feeling awkward.
Wen Xin: ennnn……
Fortunately, after this little incident, the young master stopped stuffing things into his shopping cart.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
