Chapter 111: Settlement

As soon as he walked downstairs, Shi Yang saw the black Rolls-Royce parked in the open space in front of the teaching building.

It is very eye-catching, and students passing by will take a second look at it.

The people in the car obviously also saw Shi Yang. The back seat window slowly lowered, revealing half of a familiar profile.

Shi Yang ran over, went around to the other side, opened the car door, got in, and wrapped himself in the cold air outside.

The heater was on in the car, so it was much warmer.

"Uncle Qin, it's freezing outside. It's warmer in the car."

Shi Yang moved towards Qin Yanchuan as he spoke, then hugged the man's arm without any hesitation and leaned towards him, feeling comfortable.

"Uncle Qin, you are so warm, let me warm you up."

After a set of movements, it feels very natural.

Qin Yanchuan knew Shi Yang's character well and had the foresight to let the driver and Ye Yun get off the car first.

Otherwise, if they saw what Shi Yang did, who knows what would happen.

"Uncle Qin, why are you still wearing a mask?"

As Shi Yang was speaking, he tried to pull off Qin Yanchuan's mask, but before he could pull his hands off, someone grabbed his hands.

Qin Yanchuan still remembered what he was here for. He let go of Shi Yang's wrist and glanced at him coldly, "Sit over there."

Shi Yang said "oh" and moved to the side obediently.

Qin Yanchuan glanced at him again and suddenly said, "Stretch out your hand."

Although Shi Yang didn't know what Qin Yanchuan was going to do, he had a bad feeling, so he pretended that he heard nothing and quietly put his hands in his pockets.

Qin Yanchuan didn't say anything extra, just repeated one word: "Hand."

Shi Yang slowly turned around and looked over, his eyes full of sincere admiration, "Uncle Qin, you look so good today. You look like a noble prince walking out of the palace. I like it so much."

As he spoke, he touched Qin Yanchuan's sleeve curiously, "What kind of fabric is this coat made of? The quality is really good. I want to buy one to try on, too."

Qin Yanchuan: "You are short, it's not suitable."

Realizing that he had been led astray, Qin Yanchuan frowned slightly and repeated: "Hand."

Shi Yang: "..."

How presumptuous of you, old man! Why don't you just lick your lips and poison yourself to death?

Shi Yang cursed in his heart, but still had a smile on his face. He moved over, held Qin Yanchuan's hand, and looked at him carefully.

Sometimes she squeezed the other person's broad palm, sometimes she squeezed his slender fingers.

"Uncle Qin, your hands are so big."

As Shi Yang spoke, he spread out his palm and pressed it against hers, letting out a pretentious wow and saying in a very sly voice, "This way you can just hold my hand, we're a perfect match."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

The palms of their hands were placed against each other. Qin Yanchuan's palm was obviously larger, and their warm body temperatures were transmitted through their skin.

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes and stared at their hands pressed together, his lowered eyelids blocking the emotions that emerged in his eyes.

Two seconds later, Qin Yanchuan said in a normal tone: "Hand."

Shi Yang rolled his eyes secretly in his heart and silently put his hands in his pockets. He had already guessed what Qin Yanchuan wanted to do to him.

After a while, under Qin Yanchuan's oppressive gaze, he reluctantly stretched out his right hand in front of Qin Yanchuan, still clenching his fist tightly.

Qin Yanchuan: "Open your palms."

As he finished speaking, he watched the clean and well-proportioned hand in front of him slowly open up, revealing a dry palm and a piece of fruit candy wrapped in transparent paper lying in the palm.

The man paused for a moment and looked at the owner of the hand again.

Shi Yang smiled so that her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, revealing the faint swirls on both sides of her cheeks, "Uncle Qin, please have a candy."

He peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to Qin Yanchuan's mouth, "Ah——"

Qin Yanchuan was silent for a moment, but finally opened his mouth, ate the candy, and chewed it. The sweet taste spread on his tongue.

Shi Yang grinned foolishly, and after eating his candy, he couldn't hit him anymore.

Who would have thought that the next second, Qin Yanchuan grabbed his wrist expressionlessly and raised his hand to slap his palm.

There was an unusually loud "pop" sound.

Shi Yang's bared teeth were instantly retracted.

Then there was another "pop" sound, crisp and loud.

ah--!

He hit him three times in total before Qin Yanchuan withdrew his hand.

His force was not very strong, but not too light either, just like an adult disciplining a disobedient child.

Shi Yang's palms were still numb, and he retracted his hand tremblingly. His handsome brows were tightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be tears glistening in his eyes.

The three points of pain made him act as if it was a lot of pain.

"I gave you candy, and you still hit me."

Shi Yang's slightly droopy puppy eyes naturally give him a feeling of innocence, but now he looks even more aggrieved and pitiful.

He glared at the man beside him resentfully, "Qin Yanchuan, spit out my candy right now!"

He no longer calls him Uncle Qin, even with his full name.

After teaching this little troublemaker a lesson, Qin Yanchuan seemed to feel a little better.

He leaned back in the chair, his two long legs casually crossed, and the corners of his lips twitched up imperceptibly, "I ate it."

Shi Yang glared at him again.

"Really? Why are you using so much force? It hurts so much. My hands are swollen."

He touched his palm with his other hand and hissed, "It hurts!"

Qin Yanchuan glanced at Shi Yang's intact palm. It was not swollen, not even red.

He frowned slightly, "Then we have to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Shi Yang: "..."

Qin Yanchuan looked at his aggrieved look and gently twirled his fingers twice, "Don't do anything that needs to be dealt with in the future."

"What needs to be cleaned up?"

"I was just joking, Uncle Qin. Why did you, a busy man like you, come over to lecture me?"

As Shi Yang spoke, the emotions in his eyes and brows became vivid again.

He supported the leather seat with one hand, moved his upper body closer to Qin Yanchuan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a subtle tone: "Are you jealous?"

Qin Yanchuan didn't look at him and said indifferently: "You're overthinking."

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

Shi Yang turned his head and put his face in front of Qin Yanchuan.

"Yanchuaner, look straight at me."

"I don't believe you'll be empty-eyed."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Qin Yanchuan raised his hand to his forehead, somewhat helplessly, "I still have something to do, you can get off now."

"What is it?"

"There's a dinner party."

Shi Yang: "Then take me there."

Qin Yanchuan looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Shi Yang grinned, "I'll make it your mascot."