He opened the food box.
There were several delicate pastries displayed inside.
Each one is small and cute, with a wonderful aroma.
"Mr. Qi, you're so kind," Shen Zhiyi said with a smile.
Qi Mo almost fainted from her smile.
His heart raced, and he said, "Without you, I wouldn't have been able to open this shop."
"There's no need for such formalities between us."
A loud noise suddenly came from beside me.
Qi Mo turned his head to look.
Qingyuan leaned to the side, picked up the overturned bucket, and said to Shen Zhiyi with a somewhat innocent look, "Qingqing, it's all spilled."
Shen Zhiyi hurriedly said, "How could you be so careless?"
She lifted the half-wet corner of Qingyuan's clothes to check his feet. "Did you bump them?"
If a scale falls off, she might be able to pick up some money.
Qingyuan smiled.
She raised her eyes, looking past Shen Zhiyi's dark hair, and looked at Qi Mo.
"It's alright."
He paused, then raised his lips in a gesture of asserting ownership, "It was just a brief touch, Qingqing, there's no need to worry so much."
Qi Mo's expression instantly turned ugly.
This son-in-law appeared out of nowhere; I had never heard of him before in Jiangnan.
But one day, he suddenly became Miss Shen's husband.
How can he possibly accept this?
If he had known she was willing to take a son-in-law, he would have offered himself up long ago.
How could it be this man with white hair?
He got angrier the more he thought about it.
He picked up a piece of pastry and held it to Shen Zhiyi's lips.
"Miss Chen, it's just a little water spilled, nothing to worry about. We'll have the servants clean it up in a bit."
"Don't go hungry, try some pastries first."
Shen Zhiyi sighed in disappointment when she didn't see any scales.
She straightened up, saw the snacks being handed to her, and was startled. She quickly reached out to take them.
"Thank you, Mr. Qi, but I'll do it myself."
She picked up the empty plate and leaned back to avoid it.
Qi Mo's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and placed the pastries on her plate.
"It was Qi who overstepped his bounds."
"However, this pastry was made by me personally. I just wanted you to try it. Please don't take offense, Miss Shen."
Shen Zhiyi was slightly surprised, "You made this yourself?"
Qi Mo's eyes flickered. "Mm."
Qingyuan's face darkened instantly.
His deep, ocean-like eyes swept coldly over Qi Mo, his nose twitched, and his gaze slowly fell on the hand of the maid behind him.
He suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"A complete liar."
"Not afraid of being struck by lightning."
Shen Zhiyi picked up her chopsticks, just about to take a bite of a pastry, when she heard "a mouthful of lies" and "may be struck by lightning," and instinctively shuddered.
The pastries fell back onto the plate.
Qi Mo's smile vanished, and he looked at Qing Yuan with some annoyance.
"What do you mean?"
Qingyuan's gaze was icy, and he said with a sneer, "You said you made these pastries yourself, so why do you smell so strongly of cosmetics, while your maid's hands smell of glutinous rice flour from these pastries?"
He raised his hand and pointed to the maid's sleeve.
"There are still some sesame seeds stuck to her clothes."
Shen Zhiyi looked over upon hearing this.
Sure enough, there were a few tiny sesame seeds stuck to the maid's white sleeve.
She looked down at the sesame-coated pastries on the plate and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that these pastries were made by Boss Qi's maid?"
Qi Mo's face flushed red.
He turned his head and glared angrily at the maid.
The maid shrank back.
He subconsciously tucked in his sleeves.
Qi Mo turned back to look at Shen Zhiyi, his gaze softening.
“Miss Chen, don’t listen to his nonsense.”
His eyes darted around, and he said, "These pastries were clearly made by my own hands; it was just that the maid plated them for me."
He took a step forward somewhat hastily, wanting to take Chen Zhiyi's hand.
You absolutely must believe me.
"I put on perfume and fragrance just to cover up the smell of food on my body, hoping to make a better impression on Miss Shen."
"I did all this for you..."
Before he could even touch Shen Zhiyi's skin, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand and twisted violently.
"Snap—"
"ah--!"
Qi Mo screamed and twisted his body to protect his arm.
"You!" He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the culprit.
Qingyuan withdrew his hand.
He wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief.
He raised his eyes, his handsome face, cool and aloof, was expressionless, but his gaze was as if covered with a layer of ice, possessing a threatening and intimidating power.
"Who gave you permission to touch her?" he asked, pursing his lips.
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