Chapter 201 - 201 The Gift of Winter

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Lu Yang looked up. “Jiang Yanzhou?”

Lu Mingyu nodded vigorously. “That’s right!”

Lu Yang contemplated for a moment and realized that she had only connected with Jiang Yanzhou on two occasions in all the time they had known each other. One was when he looked astonishing in his casual clothes, and the other was… last night.

The contracting and relaxing of his abdominal muscles, the unbearable suppression, the intermittent breathing… so adorable and precious.

It was like a wild beast breaking free from its cage and gathering momentum.

With a smile forming in her eyes, she honestly stated, “He’s not as cute as a dog.”

Lu Mingyu’s confidence soared, and he raised his head proudly. “Yangyang, you have good taste!”

Lu Yang glanced at him, and the smile on her face grew stronger.

She had a silly older brother who was easily satisfied.

After she finished eating, Lu Mingyu expressed his concern. “Yangyang, I won’t be here for the week. Do you want to go home?”

Although Jiang Yanzhou had promised to help take care of her, men were still men and couldn’t be expected to consider things from a girl’s perspective.

“I won’t go back.”

Lu Mingyu understood Lu Yang and respected her decision. He wouldn’t keep persuading her.

Lu Mingyu was going to pursue his dreams, and it was fine for him to leave for a short time. Lu Yang fully agreed.

No kind of relationship should become a hindrance to their progress toward a better future.

They should cherish the time they had together and support each other. That was the best way.

Lu Yang stood at the intersection, looking up at the planes flying across the sky. She pursed her lips and smiled with delight.

A black sedan quietly stopped in front of her. The rear window rolled down, and Fei Zhen waited patiently until Lu Yang’s gaze met his.

Their eyes met, and Fei Zhen, with his chilling gaze, looked at her. His thin lips moved. “Lu Yang, let’s talk.”

The corners of Lu Yang’s mouth twitched, showing no fear, and replied, “I don’t have time right now, but we can talk tonight. Please send me the address.”

“My time is precious,” Fei Zhen responded coldly.

“So is mine,” Lu Yang replied, unfazed.

After saying that, she waved her hand, ignoring him, and walked away.

Qin Jue gripped the steering wheel and glanced at Fei Zhen through the rearview mirror. He, who controlled the business world, spoke cautiously, “Mr.

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Fei Zhen didn’t give a direct answer and simply said, “Let her be.”

There was an obvious food chain and a hidden food chain in the world.

The obvious chain was that wealthy people can’t overpower influential individuals.

The hidden chain was a psychological game.

Lu Yang’s professional expertise is indeed rare, but there is something else about her that is more attractive.

She was complete.

The milky light in the hall casts a faint halo on his handsome profile. The slight smile lingers on his lips, surrounded by the interplay of light and shadows, darkness and brightness.

He saw them sitting face to face and furrowed his brow slightly.

Fei Zhen followed Lu Yang’s gaze and saw Jiang Yanzhou wearing a black windbreaker, holding an umbrella with one hand and the other in the pocket of his windbreaker.

Crystal-clear water droplets trailed along the umbrella ribs.

A few strands of his short hair were touched by the fine mist. His eyes, through the thin curtain of rain, were filled with a misty haze at the corners.

“He’s here to see you.” He opened his arms. “Lu Yang.”

“What’s up?”

“Hug me. ”

Lu Yang was rendered speechless.

Jiang Yanzhou took his hand out of his coat pocket and held it above her head. The drizzle fell on him, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were slightly dampened. His slender and handsome figure emitted a chilly and ethereal vapor when he exhaled. “It’s snowing.”

“Yanzhou, do you like winter?” she asked softly, snowflakes landing on her head, and a few strands of her hair on her forehead were also touched. Jiang Yanzhou gazed at her with deep eyes. “I do.”

Lu Yang extended her hand, and a snowflake fell into her palm. “My grandfather and my brother also like it.”

“You’re born in winter,” he said.

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow. “You even know that?”

She turned her head and examined him. His slender and handsome figure emitted a chilly and ethereal vapor when he exhaled. His tea-colored eyes were transparent and warm amidst the cold, and a faint smile adorned his lips.

Jiang Yanzhou asked in return, “Is your boyfriend qualified?”