"Sweetheart, I might not show you off at various banquets with bravado like Si Han does, nor can I give you an official status, but rest assured, my feelings for you are genuine. I don't even know how to love you, what I can provide is a life of luxury—I've already had someone buy lots of things women need: jewelry, beautiful clothes, and shoes, I will definitely make you the happiest woman in the whole world."
As a lover, Chen Quanshu was undoubtedly qualified.
Qiu Yuan looked at him, speaking feebly: "I know, I don't want anything, and you don't have to give me anything. I just want to say, if one day you grow tired of me, when you let me go, could you please delete those photos?"
"I won't," he laughed, "You are my treasure, and I will treat you well for a lifetime. Don't even think about leaving me, that would make me unhappy. Don't talk like that in the future, alright?"
"Mhm…"
Qiu Yuan had thoroughly twisted Chen Quanshu around her finger.
