Deep Love: Young Master's Sweetheart

When Weiwei put on her shoes and the three of them sat back in the BMW again, it was obvious that the atmosphere was still the same depressed feeling they had when they had just eaten. It was as if neither she nor he had been able to extricate themselves from the awkward answers they had received when Zhong Yufan had invited them.

Ke Zhengwei seemed to be being too nosey. It was her decision whether or not she wanted to go to the volcano, not him.

"Back to the attic?" He was like a worm in her stomach, and now he knew exactly what she was feeling.

"Alright." There always seemed to be a strange atmosphere between the two of them. Young Master Ke treated her, she treated him like a child's play, and just a little matter was enough to cause waves in her heart.

It wasn't just her that hurt when she fell, it was him as well.

It was as if he had met her, and even his IQ and temper had inadvertently changed again and again …

After walking around in the suburbs for half a day, it was already completely dark by the time he got back.

Ke Zhengwei took the key from Yinyin's hand and opened the door. Then, the three of them slowly made their way to the loft.

As soon as he sat down, panting, the music started and Young Master Ke's cell phone rang. "Go pick it up." The silence would be unbearable.

He picked it up and whispered, "I'll be right there."

She thought he was in a hurry again, "Oh, then go and get busy. It's getting late, and Weiwei is going to sleep too."

He didn't answer her, just smiled and ran out, not even taking the car keys off the bed.

Ye Zichen chased after the door with the car keys. When he reached the staircase, he saw Young Master Ke carrying a few small boxes.

"Huh?!" He didn't leave.

He was used to giving her surprises, but this time, he didn't know what they would be.

Ye Zichen sat in front of the table expectantly while Weiwei supported herself with her arms. Those small boxes were so colorful that they looked really pretty. Her big eyes rolled around, "Uncle, what is it?"

"Guess." He seemed to be especially patient with Weiwei.

"Yes, cake."

He shook his head. "No." You have to buy a big cake to eat it.

"Dried-fruit."

He shook his head.

Ke Zhenwei didn't care. He grabbed the lid with his small hands and allowed her to open the boxes. He looked at the scene before him. The child and he seemed to be as warm as father and daughter.

When it opened, Weiwei called out in surprise, "So many saints!"

Yes, there were seven of them. Different flavors, different colors, red strawberries, yellow pineapples, orange tomatoes …

Each cup was written with a single word of cream, one by one, clearly written: Happy every day.

So that's what he had instructed them to do at the counter back at the dessert shop. It was tempting enough just to look at these saints, but they were more or less reluctant to eat it.

So beautiful, just looking at it was like looking at luck.

Looking at the man in front of her, he always coaxed her to be happy when she was angry, as if he doted on her. She couldn't explain her own heart, but every time she was touched by his meticulousness.

For example, tea flowers.

For example, the multicolored Saint Dai.

Seven small cups, she and Weiwei ate them all in one go, while he just sat by the side, seriously watching them finish eating.

Then he coaxed her to wash her face and brush her teeth, coaxing her to sleep as if he were her father.

Finally, when the child fell asleep, she thought it was time for him to go.

Who knew that he would drag her out onto the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing over her face, the intoxicating scent of tea, the faint scent of flowers, as he leaned against the railing of the balcony so that she could face him, while the stars in the distant night sky blinked at him and her.

She lowered her charming head, looking at Yinyin with her clear eyes, "Yinyin, be my girlfriend." He didn't know if it was for revenge or something else, but he had finally said those words.

Her heart was beating wildly. She didn't know how much sincerity he had towards her. Did he really have the feeling of calling her?

He could not believe that he liked her. Looking at his handsome and arrogant face, Cinderella's smile was filled with a hazy expression.

The feeling of being in love with a home and warmth, the feeling of being in love with the warmth he brought her, made her slightly bow her head, and her long eyelashes lightly trembled.

This time, the silence was louder than the sound …

Perhaps it was because the warmth he had brought to her had moved her, and she didn't know what her heart was like. After being suppressed for six years, she was unable to experience the feeling of love at all.

And he didn't seem to care about her at all. He didn't care about Weiwei's existence, and he didn't even ask whose child Weiwei was.

"But, Weiwei …" He could not help but blurt out.

"Actually, she should have called you Mama. Why didn't you give her a healthy living environment?" He tried to convince her that there was a real confusion between her and the child, and the first time he heard her, he thought he had heard wrong.

She nodded. She was indeed too selfish, because she was afraid of hearing that name. "Do you really not mind Weiwei's existence?" She asked again, she really wanted to know what he was thinking.

"I can't say why, but I liked her from the first time I saw her." These were his heartfelt words. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken so much care of Weiwei.

"Mm, let her change her words in the future." Although she decided, one day when Weiwei called her mother in front of her classmates, it was obvious that her best friends would be 100% surprised. No one would have thought that she would have such a big daughter, but the truth was like this, she couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to.

"Weiwei will be very happy to know." he whispered.

A touch of emotion in her heart blossomed into a beautiful flower. In a small voice, she gently said, "Thank you." For the first time in many years, someone who knew her bitter and tragic story and didn't despise her was truly comforting.

He held onto the railing, looking up at the vast starry sky. "Then tomorrow we'll go to work."

She hesitated. She didn't want to be the flower vase in other people's eyes or what kind of relationship she had in order to get into the job. Entering the job meant that her career as a white-collar worker had started from then on.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?"

With a faint smile, she agreed to the agreement as though it was a joke. "Hur Hur, I'm not a gentleman. I forgot."

"I recorded it, my phone recorded it. Do you want me to show it to you? That's hard evidence." he laughed.

"You liar." She pounded his chest with her fist. She didn't believe he would actually record the sound.

He took out his cell phone and pushed the button as if he was serious, as if he was looking for something.