She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 337 I miss you so much
Shen Manzhi felt a strange flush on her face after being kissed on the eye.

That wasn't a dream, that was her.
She sighed silently, raised her hand to support her forehead, and turned her face away.

Shen Manzhi was somewhat frustrated because she couldn't flirt with him while she was in a daze and ended up being flirted with instead.

"I'm going to take a shower."

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, feeling a little unsteady. Qin Yanfeng noticed her awkwardness but didn't mention what had just happened. He simply helped her up and whispered, "Shall I help you?"

Shen Manzhi refused decisively, "No need."

After saying that, she pulled a new set of pajamas from the closet and went into the bathroom.

Qin Yanfeng sat by the bed for a while, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

While Shen Manzhi was taking a shower, he changed the wet sheets and blankets and put on new ones.

There was porridge simmering in the kitchen, just needing to be heated, and a plate of steamed shrimp in the pot.

Qin Yanfeng's phone vibrated in the living room. He ladled out a bowl of porridge and placed it on the dining table to cool. Seeing the caller ID, he glanced at the closed bathroom door, walked to the balcony, and closed the door.

"Boss, we've found out about Huang Chengbin and Qiu Feng's connections."

A cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone. Monkey broke open the chocolate next to him and leaned back in his chair. The screen on the table was displaying photos and detailed information about the two people.

Huang Chengbin is 59 years old. Twenty years ago, he came to Hong Kong from the mainland to develop his business and co-founded the Huasheng Group with several local partners.

Qiu Feng was a bit younger than him, 47 years old, and left around the same time as Huang Chengbin. However, this Qiu Feng was personally brought there by a big boss who founded Guangyao Technology Company, whose recent partners have mostly been foreign companies.

Qin Yanfeng frowned. "Who is that big boss?"

The monkey scrolled the mouse, "Xie Chaojun, he owns an entertainment company in Jiangcheng, and he's always had cooperative relationships with Qiu Feng's company, however..."

He suddenly sat up. "It seems this person was involved in a case and went to jail two months ago. That's strange. This person is over seventy years old and was a very powerful figure in Jiangcheng. How did he end up in jail?"

While the monkey was muttering to itself, Qin Yanfeng's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Two months ago, Shen Manzhi was planning to leave him.

Before leaving him, she dealt with the mastermind behind her mother's car accident.

It now appears that Xie Chaojun was one of them.

"Is it possible to find information about this person?"

The monkey typed rapidly on the keyboard, "This Xie Chaojun wasn't in the entertainment industry when he was young; he only switched careers a little over a decade ago. He used to specialize in high-tech industrialization projects, collaborating extensively with universities and research institutes in fields like medicine, biology, and materials. He profited handsomely from the economic boom at the time."

Qin Yanfeng seized upon a glimmer of inspiration.

Have you collaborated with research institutes?
That means he not only participated in planning the death of Shen Manzhi's mother, but may have even been involved in the "switching beams and pillars" scientific research scandal years earlier.

Qiu Feng is Xie Chaojun's man.

If Qiu Feng was the one chasing him in Hong Kong, was he following Xie Chaojun's orders?
But what reason did Xie Chaojun have to take his life?
Qin Yanfeng leaned against the balcony, his eyes slightly lowered.

Could it be that Xie Chaofeng has already discovered that Shen Manzhi is retaliating behind the scenes, and is therefore looking for an opportunity to detain him?

Given Xie Chaofeng's current status and wealth, even if he goes in, it's not impossible for him to get out if he spends enough money.

If he, as a member of the Qin family, is being so openly pursued, what will they do to Shen Manzhi?
Thinking of this, his face turned cold and he glanced to the side and saw Shen Manzhi coming out of the bathroom with her hair down.

His gaze paused for a moment, then he whispered his final instruction, "Find out where he is now."

Shen Manzhi went to bed before 7 p.m. when she got home, and that's when she noticed the clock on the wall; it was 2 a.m.

She looked at the familiar health-preserving porridge on the table and the smoky atmosphere in the kitchen, her hands wrapped in a hair cap as she pondered slightly.

Qin Yanfeng hung up the phone and walked in. The coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by gentleness. He took the towel from her hand and gently dried her hair with it. "Are you hungry? Let's dry your hair first?"

Shen Manzhi was indeed a little hungry, but she still followed him into the bathroom. She turned to the side and saw the slightly tired red blood vessels in the man's eyes.

What time did you get back?

Qin Yanfeng brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. "A little after nine."

I came back around 9 p.m. to take care of her, and even prepared porridge for her in advance, which I cooked until 2 a.m.

She also said he was no good at all.

Shen Manzhi leaned against the washbasin, her hair held in his hands like soft silk. She slightly raised her chin and saw his face.

"Is things not going too well in Hong Kong?"

Qin Yanfeng gently pressed her Fengchi acupoint with his fingertips. "Thankfully, it's all taken care of."

The bathroom was lit by a warm light, which poured down on Qin Yanfeng, casting a warm hue on his long, slightly drooping eyelashes and a shadow under his eyelids.

From Shen Manzhi's perspective, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and his lips were somewhat red.

Her gaze lowered slightly, landing precisely on the Adam's apple on her long, slender neck.

Shen Manzhi stared at it for a while, and just as she was about to look away, her Adam's apple, which was covered by a thin layer of skin, suddenly bobbed.

Sexy and alluring.

She suddenly looked up. Qin Yanfeng seemed to have been staring at her the whole time, gently meeting her gaze, a faint smile passing through his eyes.

He asked, "What are you looking at?"

What are you looking at that you don't know?
Shen Manzhi sneered inwardly.

Qin Yanfeng simply smiled and asked, "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

The question was about her cold symptoms.

She shook her head, then said, "I'm not a child. I'll tell you if I'm not feeling well."

"Is that so?" Qin Yanfeng's tone was somewhat indifferent. He hung up the hairdryer and gently massaged several acupoints on her head. "You lied to me on the phone before."

He was injured in a fight and lied to the reporter, saying it was a follow-up examination in the Dominican Republic.

Shen Manzhi blinked.

"forget?"

The smile in Qin Yanfeng's eyes faded slightly, and his tone turned cold, "So you've forgotten everything else you said on the phone? Or were you too drunk to remember what you said offhand?"

Shen Manzhi's ears turned slightly red; she naturally remembered.

But seeing Qin Yanfeng's appearance, she raised an eyebrow and said, "How could that be?"

Her eyes were captivating, her pupils reflecting the overhead light, and her smile was languid.

Which sentence would you like to hear first?

Qin Yanfeng's Adam's apple bobbed again. He braced his hands on either side of her, lowered his head, and leaned closer to her, his lips barely touching hers. He stared into her eyes, his gaze deep and intense. "Tell me you miss me."

Shen Manzhi's expression froze, and her heart suddenly raced. Even though there was no physical contact, her whole body felt as if it had been touched by an electric current, making her feel unbearably itchy.

She was certain that if she dared to say those words in that position, she might not get to eat for a long time.

But then I thought, this is Qin Yanfeng.

He was someone she could say those intimate things to without any reservations on the phone, and she admitted that he was someone she really wanted to see.

So she took the initiative to press her lips to his and whispered, "I missed you so much."

As expected, the pressure on her lips instantly intensified, accompanied by Qin Yanfeng's slightly domineering possessive aura, entangling her inch by inch.

Her lingering breaths only separated when her stomach started rumbling.

Shen Manzhi let out a soft breath, raised her hand to support him, and said in a softer tone, "I'm hungry."

Qin Yanfeng's breathing became heavier, and he glanced at her with a hint of helplessness. He remained calm and restrained throughout, and his hands, which were supporting her on both sides, refrained from encircling her waist.

Finally, he simply lifted the collar of her pajamas, which had slipped down to her left shoulder, and pulled it back a little before saying, "Let's go."

Shen Manzhi paused for two seconds, then turned to look at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing cotton pajamas with a low neckline; she grabbed one at random to take a shower without bringing any underwear.

This person really never brings this up, never once.

She pursed her lips, somewhat displeased, straightened her pajamas, and went out.

Qin Yanfeng pulled out a dining chair for her, sat down next to her, and peeled shrimp while wearing gloves.

The soft porridge was served with two refreshing side dishes, so it wasn't bland.

Shen Manzhi was drinking her porridge when she saw him finish peeling shrimp, then he also filled a bowl and sat down next to her to eat.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not to your liking?"

Shen Manzhi looked away, her tone lowering slightly, "I thought you had already eaten."

"Can't I be hungry?" Qin Yanfeng laughed. "There's still some in the pot."

Shen Manzhi, biting into a shrimp, said, "...It's not like I'm not letting you eat."

"So what you're really asking is whether I've been starving myself to take care of you?"

She lowered her eyes. "No."

Qin Yanfeng smiled, put down his spoon, and turned to look at her. "You clearly want to care about me, but you always say one thing and mean another."

Shen Manzhi paused slightly in her chopsticks, glancing sideways. "...You know all about it now."

Qin Yanfeng smiled, his gaze slowly and lingering on her lips before capturing her eyes.

Shen Manzhi's gaze froze, and she felt a little itchy inside.

How did this person become so lustful?

"you……"

"Okay, it's me who wants you to care about me."

Qin Yanfeng raised his hand to stroke the back of her neck, then turned his head to kiss her lips.