Xia Lin listened quietly to Fu Yiming's confession. Her eyes were slightly hot, her fingers tightly grasped her clothes, and she bit her lower lip without saying a word.

"Baby, you don't have to change anything for me. I will create a world for you, allowing you to be arrogant and wanton. You don't need to feel inferior and cowardly because of other people's eyes."

"No matter who tries to stop us from now on, I will remove the obstacles for you. Even my mother can't stop me."

"My woman, Fu Yiming, is different from others."

This was the first time that Fu Yiming used a nickname for Xia Linan. It was a natural expression of his deep love.

The whole world wanted Xia Lin'an to leave Fu Yiming. They laughed at her identity and status, mocked her scheming and character, and even her closest people hurt her with ugly words.

But there is only Fu Yiming.

Only he said that the value and significance of her existence were significant.

He was so domineering that he wouldn't let anyone break them up, and he did everything he could to protect her.

This was the first time Xia Lin'an had been loved like this since he was born.

Xia Lin'an lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. She sniffed, closed her eyes, and gradually began to sob.

At first, Fu Yiming's big hands around Xia Lin'an's waist felt the water droplets falling on his skin and splashing.

Then, drop after drop, it hit Fu Yiming's hand.

Fu Yiming's eyes flashed fiercely. He hugged Xia Lin'an and stopped talking, quietly giving her strength and warmth.

There was nothing false in what Fu Yiming said; he was serious about what he said.

Before he met Xia Lin'an, he thought he might end up living alone.

But after meeting Xia Linan, her every frown and smile took his breath away and attracted his attention.

Fu Yiming wanted to use everything he had to pamper her, making her lawless and dependent on him.

Xia Lin'an buried her head in Fu Yiming's chest and sobbed.

She never doubted Fu Yiming's promise, because the man she fell in love with was a man of integrity and he would always do what he said.

Now that you have confirmed it, just go ahead and give it a try.

Although she couldn't see what the future would be like for the time being, she believed that with Fu Yiming around, she would not lose herself.

The gap between the two seemed to gradually melt away, and the distance between their two hearts became closer.

…

Ye Ruohuan stayed up late working on her draft. She twisted her neck and relaxed her tense shoulder bones.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a small gift bag on the desk and then she remembered it was a gift from the dessert shop last night.

She took the gift bag and curiously opened the gift box. Inside were two red ropes with a bead tied in the middle.

Ye Ruohuan took a closer look and found that it was a concentric bead with another bead inside it, which others also called a "linked heart bead".

The two red ropes look similar, but one is slightly thicker than the other, so it is obvious that they are couple bracelets.

Ye Ruohuan held two red ropes in her hands, her eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly remembered that she had never designed jewelry for Fu Yijian, nor had she designed jewelry for couples.

Thinking of this, Ye Ruohuan began to have different thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ye Ruohuan ran to the window and saw a familiar sports car parked downstairs.

She ran to open the door and shouted in surprise, "You're here?"

The person standing outside the door was indeed Fu Yijian.

He had a suit jacket draped over his arm, his tie was nowhere to be found, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing half of his collarbone.

Fu Yijian thought Ye Ruohuan had fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that Ye Ruohuan would come to open the door so soon with a happy look on her face.

He walked in, naturally hung his coat on the hanger, then hugged Ye Ruohuan and said in a deep voice: "Do you know it's me?"

Ye Ruo poked Fu Yijian's chin with a smile and said, "Your car."

Fu Yijian raised his eyebrows and kissed her forehead lightly, then he walked to the sofa and sat down, while Ye Ruohuan considerately went to the kitchen to pour him some water.

When she came out, she saw Fu Yijian lying on the sofa, breathing steadily and looking like he was asleep.

Ye Ruohuan was stunned for a moment. She put the cup of water on the table, then went to the room, took out a blanket, and covered Fu Yijian with it.

She squatted beside the sofa, staring blankly at Fu Yijian. His tired look made Ye Ruohuan feel distressed.

Ye Ruohuan caught a glimpse of Fu Yijian's right wrist exposed outside the blanket. Her skin was fair and she didn't wear any jewelry on her hand.

Ye Ruohuan had an idea. She ran to the room, picked up a slightly thick red rope, and then carefully tied it around his wrist.

The length is just right, neither loose nor tight, and the bright red color sets off the fair skin, making it look very beautiful.

Ye Ruohuan secretly admired: "An ordinary bracelet can be worn like high-end jewelry. The president is different."

At around seven in the morning, the sky outside the window began to brighten.

Fu Yijian woke up, opened his eyes, felt the light irritating, and raised his right hand to block his sight.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

There was an extra red string on the right wrist with a bead in the middle, which looked very ordinary.

"Are you awake?"

Ye Ruohuan brought breakfast out of the kitchen and found Fu Yijian sitting on the sofa, looking down at something.

Fu Yijian looked over when he heard the voice and saw that there was also a red rope on Ye Ruohuan's left wrist, which was similar in style to the one on his right hand.

Fu Yijian's eyes were fixed. He sat there watching Ye Ruohuan walk in and out.

Ye Ruohuan set the breakfast and found that Fu Yijian was still motionless, with sleepy eyes, looking like he was awake but not awake, almost the same as when Ye Shuo woke up in the morning!

Ye Ruohuan walked over and poked his face amusedly: "What are you doing? Go wash up quickly."

Ye Ruohuan's face enlarged in front of him, including the red rope on her right hand.

Only then did Fu Yijian see clearly that the red ropes on the two people's hands were the same.

what does that mean?

Couple style.

Fu Yijian muttered to himself.

A low-key declaration yet obvious.

Fu Yijian was in a good mood the whole morning. After arriving at Fu's, the assistants all felt that Fu Yijian looked very happy, and that something good must have happened.

When sending Ye Ruohuan to the studio, he got out of the car and walked to the other side, opened the door for her personally, and then kissed the corner of her mouth lightly.

Ye Ruohuan's ears blushed quietly. She gently pushed Fu Yijian away and walked quickly into the building.

On the way, a smile appeared on her face intentionally or unintentionally, and her face was full of peach blossoms, which could not be stopped.

He Miaoran happened to meet Ye Ruohuan and Fu Yijian on her way to work. Her eyes suddenly froze. Fu Yijian had a red rope tied on her hand, and Ye Ruohuan also seemed to have a red rope tied on her hand.

He Miaoran seemed to want to get an answer. She hurried back to the studio and passed behind Ye Ruohuan. She was surprised to find a red rope tied around her left hand.