Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 94 If you don’t want a bright future, I will use my love to make you a bouquet of flowers

Jian Yi gradually became more open-minded under his silent indulgence. She took a deep breath, looked into his eyes and said word by word: "I want to go out and see the world, but not because of you."

Jin Yanchen curled the corners of his lips. She always gave him an answer that he didn't expect.

It's a bit like an O. Henry ending, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to fit her perfectly.

"no problem."

Jin Yanchen laughed softly. He held her hand, bent down and gave her a deep kiss. The bouquet of flowers on his chest was crushed and scattered because of their hugging posture.

He smiled charmingly, showing his indulgence towards her without any limit, and said lazily, pointing at the bright red and rare roses:

"If you don't want a bright future, then I will use my love to make you a bouquet of flowers."

Jian Yi's tears flowed down the corners of her eyes again. She pinched the broken skin on her fingertips. It was there that she was pricked by the flower branches inside when she reached into the bag just now.

She thought that this love was a thorn that she was willing to step on.

She wanted to cry, and she couldn't stop her tears.

Jin Yanchen didn't have a tissue at hand, so he had to brush under her eyes with his fingertips.

It passed by gently and softly like a breeze, and he sighed, his tone tender.

"Is our Xiaoyi made of water?"

Jian Yi glared at him angrily, and then she lifted up her square-heeled shoes that matched her cheongsam and stepped on them without any hesitation.

Jin Yanchen dodged to the side with a generous smile. There were two people living in his heart, one half was childish and wanton, and the other half was gentle and affectionate that made people irresistible.

It was quiet here, and Jin Yanchen glanced at her.

He suddenly lowered his head, unbuttoned the cufflinks at hand, and ironed them into the innermost pocket of his suit.

This action seems a bit inappropriate for him, but this cufflink is a birthday gift from Jian Yi to him, and because of this meaning, it somehow has a sentimental feel to it.

Jian Yi watched him silently, watching him pull his suit tie nonchalantly.

The expensive clothes were crumpled into a ball by him. He reached out his hand and wiped away her tears gently.

Jian Yi sniffed and her tears fell even harder.

Jin Yanchen paused for a moment, a chuckle escaped from his lips, and he wiped her tears diligently, speaking in a drawn-out tone, a helpless compromise.

He laughed wantonly: "I really lost to you."

Jian Yi quietly defended herself: "No one will give me flowers."

"I am a child born without blessings, a burden that my father hates, and a money-loser that my mother detests. The first flower I received was a rose from you."

"Then I will give you flowers every day from now on, okay?"

Jin Yanchen's tone suddenly softened. He never spoke out loud about his promises, but today he made an exception.

He bent his head and kissed her eyes, praying faithfully like a saint in the temple.

"Your world will be filled with flowers every day."

Jian Yi stood in front of him in a thin cheongsam. The petals that she had plucked unconsciously fell into her palm like the most gorgeous embellishment.

Jin Yanchen held her in his arms, kicked open the door, and placed her on the polished dining table in the restaurant. He leaned forward on his elbows, his breath almost close to her eyes.

A familiar, low smile fell by my ears. It was because of his naughty nature.

He took a rose without its thorns in his hand, loosened his fingers, and tickled her chin with the petals.

Jian Yi reached out and grasped his rebellious finger bones. She looked at him with clear eyes, but she might not know that such eyes are the most attractive to men in some situations.

Jin Yanchen bent down and kissed her eyes.

He chuckled gently: "Our Xiaoyi is so well behaved today." Jian Yi's face suddenly turned hot. Although she didn't know where his words came from, she was like a child who had never eaten candy in her childhood. She was always unable to resist Jin Yanchen's words.

She curved her eyes and smiled, "Because I like you."

Jin Yanchen's eyes darkened a little, and he said meaningfully, "Is that so?"

Without waiting for her to react, he pressed on top of her, his breath like a heat wave, his bony fingers pressing against her soft chest, and he whispered maliciously in her ear, "Let me listen."

The scent mixed in the air makes one start to have a beautiful dream, in which her secret love comes true.
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Jian Yi couldn't tell when the atmosphere in the class completely changed.

Maybe it was the day when the business competition ended, she accidentally saw the circle of friends of a mutual friend and unexpectedly found out that there was a celebration party without her attendance.

She silently clicked the "like" button, and later her friend came to her to explain the matter.

"We didn't mean to not invite you to play. We just worried that you would be busy... and we just found a random restaurant to eat barbecue because we were worried that you wouldn't like it."

Jian Yi asked, "What am I busy with?"

"Busy serving..." The friend hurriedly stopped talking and changed to a more pleasant excuse, "Busy dating. Everyone knows that your boyfriend is Jin Yanchen. If I had known, I wouldn't have kept you for so long to write the report at night."

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

She silently turned off her cell phone, closed the various messages that always contained the three words "Jin Yanchen", and briefly took a break from this world.

The rumors were at their most intense in late January.

It was near the end of the semester, and the college announced the list of scholarship recipients for each academic year.

Jian Yi didn't pay attention to the list. Later, a sum of money was deducted from her bank account. She walked to the bulletin board and took a look. The bright red paint looked like blood. Her photo was maliciously blackened. At the same time, photos of her wearing elegant clothes and attending various high-end occasions were also posted.

Someone reported her to the college for misconduct.

For consideration, the school will temporarily withdraw her relevant scholarships, and the remaining processing will be carried out after follow-up review.

Jian Yi stood there holding her bag. Many scrutinizing eyes were cast at her from all directions. She just reached out and tore off the photos one by one.

Silence was her usual attitude. She tried hard not to bend her stiff back and just quietly wrote down the phone number on the back of the photo. She dialed it and was quickly connected. The other party chose a cafe outside the school.

She was not surprised by the visitor.

Jian Yi put down her bag, her eyes a little cold, "What's the point of trying to make me unhappy?"

Song Zhi said: "If you are unhappy, he will be distracted and naturally have no time to take care of the company's affairs."

Jian Yi chuckled, her voice was cold and crisp, like the tinkling of a pearl falling on a porcelain plate. Even though the photo in her palm was wrinkled by her, she still managed to keep her composure.

"I'm not as important as you think."

Song Zhi said "not necessarily", propped up his chin and looked at her, "Would you like to reconsider the alliance I proposed?"

"You persuade Jin Yanchen to go abroad with you, and I will take care of your father's affairs. You get the people, I get the company, and we each get what we need."

The eldest lady clapped her hands, seeming to be very satisfied with her idea.

She was waiting for Jian Yi's answer with an almost certain look in her eyes. In her opinion, because of the photos she posted, the originally groundless stories in the school had become facts. Apart from following Jin Yanchen, Jian Yi would have no better choice.

Unexpectedly, Jian Yi shook his head and was unwilling to say anything more to her.

"impossible."

Jian Yi came out of the coffee shop, and Lin Qingruan parked her bike and waited for her on the side.

Seeing her come out, Lin Qingruan took off her knitted woolen hat and put it on her head. She wanted to untie her scarf again, but suddenly stopped halfway and smiled playfully.

"I can't give it to you." She said in a long tone, "This is a gift from Meng Ze to me."

Jian Yi threw the photo into the trash can, glanced at her, and poked her forehead in amusement.

(End of this chapter)