It means: If you write well, we won't need you.
Nan Qiyu has three black lines on his forehead.
"Then why are you writing your own name?"
"I love you" is something you only use when confessing your love, isn't it?
Raising an eyebrow, Nan Qiyu asked her, "Confessing to yourself, are you that narcissistic?"
"..." Rong Shang smiled, "Is that not allowed?"
"I think I'm a pretty good person, but I don't know why someone dislikes me so much."
Here we go again.
Nan Qiyu's dark eyes flashed, clearly indicating that he didn't want to get involved in any emotional matters with her.
He turned around, gripped his pen, and swiftly wrote "I love you" on the white paper.
Fine, I'll just accept her false belief.
With a flick of his wrist, Nan Qiyu handed over the paper in his hand, then put down his pen and stood up.
"When are we eating?"
A cold voice drifted over as he walked past, and Rong Shang looked at the flamboyant handwriting on the paper.
Wow, that's really well written.
After admiring his calligraphy, Rong Shang looked up and glanced at him, a meaningful smile creeping into her eyes.
As she folded the paper into a square, she said, "Before we eat, there's something I need to talk to you about."
Nan Qiyu stopped in her tracks.
As evening fell, the lights in the hall were already on, and warm light shone down from the crystal chandelier.
Nan Qiyu frowned, her delicate brows furrowing. "What is it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, soft footsteps came from behind him. Nan Qiyu knew she was walking towards him. His back tensed, and he pursed his thin lips.
A few seconds later, a beautiful woman appeared in front of him.
Nan Qiyu lowered her eyes and glanced at her, who was all smiles.
When I met her smiling gaze, a bad feeling welled up inside me.
Nan Qiyu frowned.
In the blink of an eye, a woman's pleasant voice came, "Don't always frown, it doesn't look good."
Nan Qiyu's gaze paused. He looked at her, and the woman in front of him reached out her hand. Before he could react, her soft hand smoothed out his furrowed brows.
"Nan Qiyu, I accept your confession."
The woman had already withdrawn her hand.
At that moment, a mocking voice came from ahead, and Nan Qiyu raised an eyebrow. "What?"
When did he confess his feelings to her?
Nan Qiyu looked at Rong Shang, his dark gaze growing even more profound.
"Don't you know?" Rong Shang tilted her head and smiled slightly.
The two stood face to face, staring at each other. After a few seconds, Rong Shang saw his gaze change.
Tsk, you figured it out?
"Ye Zhaoxue, you tricked me?"
Nan Qiyu was speechless. He had felt something was off when she asked him to write those words earlier.
Even the most narcissistic person wouldn't confess their feelings to themselves.
With a dark expression, Nan Qiyu pushed her aside and headed towards the stairwell.
Rong Shang laughed heartily behind her, "Nan Qiyu, it's no use running away now. Don't forget, those three words you wrote yourself are still here with me."
Sigh, staying in the villa every day is so boring.
So much so that even now, teasing Nan Qiyu and Rong Shang is quite amusing.
Nan Qiyu felt like she was going crazy.
Why did he have to get involved with this woman?
Gritting his teeth, Nan Qiyu turned around and strode back.
"Ye Zhaoxue, can you please stop making a scene?"
He held out his hand. "Give me the paper."
"Oh." Rong Shang turned her head and took a tissue from the table, placing it in his hand.
Nan Qiyu, "..."
She was constantly pushing his limits of patience.
Not wanting to say too much, Nan Qiyu's displeased gaze boldly fell on him and sized him up a few times.
A moment later, he simply stretched out his hand—
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