She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 343 Do you like the gift I gave you?
Shen Manzhi hadn't mentioned "I like you" to him on the phone when she was slightly drunk, so this sudden "I love you" left Qin Yanfeng somewhat at a loss.

His long eyelashes fluttered as he pulled down her slender wrist. A dark fire burned deep within his pupils, both intense and intense. He murmured, his voice almost hoarse, as he pressed his forehead against hers, "What were you saying just now?"

"Hmm? Did you say so?"

Qin Yanfeng realized she was doing it on purpose, so he held her waist and pulled her closer, his voice low and seductive, "Zhizhi."

Shen Manzhi pursed her lips and remained silent, but the tips of her ears turned red. He liked to call her that when she was lost in thought.

Seeing that she wouldn't speak, Qin Yanfeng lowered his eyes and kissed her gently for a while, "Wife."

Shen Manzhi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, the lingering warmth of their ambiguous relationship spreading across her face, but a smile was hidden in her eyes.

It wasn't just a whim.

Just now, when she was alone in the villa confronting Xu Meizhou, she had already prepared herself for the possibility that she would not be able to escape unscathed.

It is very difficult for a person to get away unscathed.

Even if the mission is successfully completed, being injured means you're not out unscathed, let alone venturing into the lion's den alone.

But this time, as she carefully maneuvered to get Xu Meizhou to evacuate, and planned to exchange some physical information in exchange for a final escape, someone came to her aid.

Although his way of supporting her was somewhat forceful, he was considerate and considerate. He neither sought credit from her nor interfered in her affairs.

The charm of the elderly lies in the sharp edge they display, hidden beneath their consistently calm and reserved gentle exterior, only for those who have shown them favor.

Even when possessiveness got the better of him, he only said, "You went to see that Xu guy behind my back," to express his dissatisfaction and jealousy.

And I feel sorry for them.

So, overcome with emotion, he blurted it out.

Shen Manzhi's smile deepened, and she looked up at him, repeating herself.

"I love you."

The hand around her waist tightened, and Qin Yanfeng's eyes darkened completely as he got his wish. His breathing became heavier, and he leaned over to press Shen Manzhi down on the passenger seat, kneeling between her legs.

Shen Manzhi's heart skipped a beat, and almost at the same time, she grabbed his hand that he was reaching to the side to recline the seat.

Qin Yanfeng leaned above her, and whether it was the angle or not, his eyes seemed bright and captivating, his gaze both intense and dangerous.

Shen Manzhi pried his hands off, glared at him, but didn't show any real emotion. After all, she was overwhelmed by lust and didn't have much strength. "Don't act like a hooligan outside."

He lowered his eyes, the curve of his eyes was extremely gentle. To please her, he withdrew his hand and could only press her down and kiss her again and again, his hands around her waist touching her delicate skin.

Shen Manzhi wore a high-necked burgundy sweater and low-waisted jeans today, and her movements revealed a section of her snow-white waist.

Qin Yanfeng lovingly slipped his hand under the edge of the sweater, caressing it back and forth. Suddenly remembering something, he asked in a low voice, "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Shen Manzhi, her hands pressed against his chest, was breathing rapidly. She was stunned when she heard this. She was about to ask what gift it was when she remembered that he had indeed brought her a gift box when he returned from his business trip to Hong Kong.

That very evening, no sooner had Qin Yanfeng left than she received a call from Baihu and rushed out, leaving the gift box in Jingwei. Later, she got into a fight, ended up in the hospital, and returned to Dominia, having completely forgotten about the incident.

Qin Yanfeng noticed her expression was off and pinched her waist as punishment, "Did you throw it away?"

Shen Manzhi snapped out of her daze, "No, it's in Jingwei."

He pressed further, "Didn't you open it to take a look? Or do you not like it?"

"..."

How could Shen Manzhi explain that she had completely forgotten about it?
But this seems to make it seem like she doesn't value his feelings.

She had no choice but to answer, "I like it."

Qin Yanfeng's smile deepened, and he lowered his head to kiss her, his tone becoming increasingly intimate and ambiguous, "Wear it when you get back."

"..."

Shen Manzhi's expression was somewhat complicated. Could it be some strange gift?
After all, his enigmatic uncle, who was related to him by blood, had given him a wedding gift that was a private item for the couple to use in the quiet of the night. It wasn't impossible for Qin Yanfeng to have developed some strange fetish.

Lost in thought, Qin Yanfeng finished kissing and sat back down, seemingly in a good mood.

Shen Manzhi straightened her clothes and pondered for a while, then felt that Qin Yanfeng probably didn't have that many thoughts.

But it wasn't until the car reached the underground parking garage in Jingwei that she began to wonder if she had misunderstood Qin Yanfeng.

Qin Yanfeng told her to take the gift back and wear it.

Shen Manzhi was speechless, somewhat unwilling, as she felt it was something strange. However, she didn't show it, worried that Qin Yanfeng would find out that she hadn't actually opened the gift.

She had no choice but to unbuckle her seatbelt and refuse to let him come up with her, saying, "You wait here for me, I'll be right down."

If it were something strange, she wouldn't come down.

Qin Yanfeng smiled and said okay, watching her enter the elevator.

The door to Jingmo's room next door was open. Shen Manzhi turned her head to look at it for a while when she unlocked it with the password, but she didn't hear any noise or see anyone.

She entered the house, where a beautifully packaged little gift box was placed on the table. She intended to open it right there, but then a loud noise came from next door, as if something had crashed to the ground, knocking many things over and scattering them all over the floor.

Shen Manzhi's expression changed slightly, and she put down the gift box and went out.

Jing Mo was tilting her head as she removed her jade earrings. Her moon-white, modified cheongsam clung to her subtly visible curves, and her half-closed eyes exuded a cold and aloof air. Shen Manzhi followed her gaze to the room, where a young boy lay sprawled on the messy floor, dressed in indecent attire. His white silk shirt was so short that it revealed half of his waist, and the half of his face exposed on the floor was handsome and youthful, flushed with an unnatural and disordered blush.

Judging from the looks of it, she's come to throw herself into my arms.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, looking at Jingmo and silently raising an eyebrow.

Jingmo casually removed her earrings and necklace, tossing them in her hand as if these things had brought her complicated shackles.

"Do not care."

She seemed too lazy to pay attention to the people inside, leaning against the wall on the other side of the door. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

Jing Mo's lips twitched slightly. Without asking, she knew he had also eaten with Young Master Qin. Their relationship was no longer what it used to be.

"Staying here tonight?"

"I came back to get something."

Shen Manzhi wanted to leave, but then she thought about it again. In fact, people usually don't ask each other too much when something like this happens, but Jingmo just asked if she had eaten, which meant that she wanted to talk.

So she gestured inside and asked, "What's going on?"

Jingmo pointed at the empty space and said, "It's just a low-level trick."

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps echoed from the emergency exit.

She added, "You stay right here and watch a good show."

Shen Manzhi looked towards the corridor.

He was a wealthy young master whom we hadn't seen in a long time.

He had run upstairs in such a hurry that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his temples, and he looked somewhat anxious and worried. When he got closer, he was stunned to see Shen Manzhi standing to the side.

But probably too preoccupied to care about anything else, Wei Song frowned deeply at the scene in the room. He approached Jing Mo, intending to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself, his voice filled with worry and anxiety, "Are you alright?"

Jingmo glanced coldly at his raised and lowered hand. "What, are you disappointed to see I'm alright?"

The yin and yang in those words surprised not only Wei Song, but even Shen Manzhi.

Wei Song froze on the spot. "What do you mean?"

Jingmo looked at him expressionlessly. "Only you know the password to my room."

The combination lock was specially designed by Shen Manzhi; it will automatically lock itself and sound an alarm if the wrong password is entered.

Shen Manzhi then began to understand.

Wei Song frowned, glanced at the people in the room, and looked at her as if incredulous, "You suspect it's me?"

"Is not it?"

Jingmo's tone was quite aggressive, "You drugged someone like this and sent them to my bed, then came here to play the hero and save the day. Do you want to see me make a fool of myself, or do you want me to get a divorce?"

Shen Manzhi was startled.

Wei Song's eyes suddenly reddened. "Is that how you see me?"

Jing Mo remained silent, but a faint hint of mockery could be seen on his face.

He was speechless for a moment, his body trembling as he took a half step back, and laughed out loud in a self-deprecating way.

Then, as if suppressing all his emotions, he looked at her coldly and said, "What if I wanted you to get a divorce?"

Jingmo pursed her lips, her eyes already showing impatience, and her tone even carried disgust, "What makes you think I'd get a divorce? Are you using your status as the young master of the Wei family to pressure me, or are you just trying to get my attention by hanging around in front of me every day? Even if I did get a divorce, why would I be with someone like you who uses such underhanded tactics?"

"The end of the capital!"

Wei Song clenched his fists, his brows furrowed deeply, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

He finally relented, his eyes filled with disappointment and self-mockery, "Sorry, I disturbed you."

The sound of leather shoes walking briskly in the corridor gradually faded away, and compared to the hustle and bustle of the lobby on the first floor of the club, the place returned to its previous quiet.

Shen Manzhi, who was standing to the side, witnessed the complete break between the two, but she never expected things to develop into such a tense situation.

She glanced at Jingmo's tightly clenched hands hanging by her side, holding the earrings and necklace she had taken off earlier.

Jingmo stood there with her eyes down for a while, then called someone to come up and handle the situation before walking back to her room.

Shen Manzhi noticed that Jing Mo's mood was not right and was worried that Qin Yanfeng would wait too long, so she sent him a message to wait a little longer and then followed Jing Mo into the room.

Kicking aside the shards of broken glass that were in her way, Jingmo casually tossed the jewelry in her hand onto the dressing table, completely unconcerned that it was a luxury piece of jewelry worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars.

Shen Manzhi watched her go to the bathroom to wash her hands, and after she came out, she slowly and deliberately dried her ten fingers, her expression remaining indifferent.

"Surprising, isn't it?"

Shen Manzhi raised an eyebrow, "You did this on purpose just to get rid of him?"

The next chapter will be released at midnight. It may be locked or censored by the reviewers, so read it now!
Okay, under review... I'll try to revise it, it should be approved tomorrow (if a lot is cut, I'll post it on Weibo).