She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 361 The Complainant

When Shen Manzhi turned to leave, the fierceness in her eyes came suddenly.

The heaviness in his chest eased for a moment when he pushed open the coffee shop door, but his expression remained terribly cold.

A car across the street turned around and drove this way. Groups of children were playing on the sidewalk. The door behind me was opened again.

Shen Manzhi turned to the side and met Qin Juan's eyes.

The ill intent in her eyes was almost overflowing. She stepped back on high alert, but was bumped by the children playing around on either side. She staggered and bumped into the children behind her.

So naturally, a hand reached out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Shen Manzhi looked up and met Qin Juan's gentle yet hypocritical smile. When she caught a glimpse of the tall figure walking towards them out of the corner of her eye, she subconsciously turned her head and saw Qin Yanfeng dressed in all black.

Her expression hardened slightly, and she turned back to look at Qin Juan with a cold and fierce gaze. She turned her palm outward and pushed towards his abdomen with considerable force.

Qin Juan just smiled, even moving a little closer to her, then put his other hand on her shoulder and turned away, pressing his thumb down below her collarbone. "Ayan knew we were talking business here all along. Think about how to explain it."

After saying that, he saw the hint of anger in Shen Manzhi's eyes, let go and stepped back, bent down to the stunned child beside him, and flicked the child's tuft of hair, "You need to concentrate on walking, you almost bumped into your sister."

The child murmured, his big eyes glancing at the man and then at the older girl beside him. Just as he was about to apologize, he saw the older girl quickly walk a few steps away, tucking her scarf behind her back, and then stand in front of another man.

Qin Juan stood up somewhat bored. He looked at Qin Yanfeng, who had his head down, his expression gentle, his tall figure almost enveloping the woman in front of him.

It's a pity that Shen Manzhi's expression isn't visible at this moment.

She's probably just being coquettish.

He curled his lips into a smile, finding the change in Shen Manzhi's expression just now amusing.

Just then, Qin Yanfeng pulled Shen Manzhi over.

He shifted his gaze slightly and glanced down at the latter.

Cold and arrogant.

As always, she didn't act coquettishly at all.

He spoke gently, "Ayan."

Qin Yanfeng's expression was indifferent. He nodded slightly in greeting and glanced at his leg. "I heard that Uncle hurt his leg. You didn't push yourself just now, did you?"

Qin Juan chuckled lightly, pressing the tip of his tongue against his palate, and glanced at Shen Manzhi beside him. "It's alright, it's good that my niece-in-law is alright."

Qin Yanfeng's expression relaxed slightly, and he sighed softly, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Uncle is almost thirty years old. If he develops any chronic illness, he won't be able to win a girl's heart."

Qin Juan spoke in a hoarse voice, then smiled and looked at Shen Manzhi.

The latter was clearly also somewhat pleased, and even couldn't help but hook his fingers around the thick palms that were pressed together.

A habitual complainer.

Qin Juan was amused by the young couple's antics. He said casually, "It won't be that bad. It'll only lead to lasting health problems..."

He paused slightly, then looked at Shen Manzhi casually and said, "Then let's hold the person involved responsible."

Shen Manzhi looked at him expressionlessly.

Qin Yanfeng said calmly, "Let's stick to the facts. Uncle, don't force me."

Qin Juan squinted slightly.

"We have to go now."

Qin Juan nodded, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, and inwardly snorted coldly.

She's like an arrogant and wary lion in front of him, but incredibly docile in front of Ayan. It's really...

A habitual complainer.

Qin Juan silently recited it again before turning and leaving.

He naturally had no idea what Shen Manzhi had said as she strode up to Qin Yanfeng.

The person in question was pulling Shen Manzhi back to the car, his hand naturally resting on her waist.

Just now, Shen Manzhi approached him, raised her eyes, and frowned slightly, only saying two words, "Scold him."

Qin Yanfeng wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, "Wasn't the scolding harsh enough?"

Shen Manzhi smiled. "That's enough."

Qin Yanfeng looked at her for a while, then said, "Try to see him less often."

"Let's talk business."

“I know,” Qin Yanfeng sighed softly, then lowered his head and nuzzled against her, “but he has ill intentions.”

He's not just ill-intentioned, he's utterly wicked.

Shen Manzhi bit her tongue. Qin Juan's hand, which was pretending to be on her shoulder, pressed hard on the wound where the knife tip had pierced her flesh last night.

How did you know he broke his leg?

“He went back to the old house today. Dad stayed there last night and told me about it.”

It turned out to be the case.

Shen Manzhi thought he knew about what happened in the early morning.

"Let's go back."

She said she was going back, but then she moved closer to him, almost touching his chest, and tilted her head slightly to look at him.

Qin Yanfeng hugged her and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The emotion in her eyes was hard to decipher, but it softened his heart.

"Didn't the talks go well?"

"pretty good."

"Too tired?"

"I miss you a little." "..."

Qin Yanfeng really wanted to kiss her, but he only slightly moved his Adam's apple and opened the car door. "Get in."

When Yi Wenshu told him that Qin Juan had stopped Shen Manzhi from entering the coffee shop, he rushed over immediately, only three or four hours after they parted ways.

She suddenly said she missed him, but after calming down, I realized she might have something on her mind.

But this worry probably didn't come from his conversation with Yi Wenshu.

Using the traffic lights at the intersection, he turned his head slightly and saw that Shen Manzhi beside him was looking out the window with her eyes lowered, as if she was lost in thought, with a somewhat indifferent expression.

When pressed about the matter before, she only said that she would tell him after meeting and talking with Yi Wenshu, and that it wouldn't be too late to tell him after she had digested and thought it through.

So when the two returned home and entered the door, Shen Manzhi was hooked by the hand.

She turned around, and could tell what he was thinking just by looking into his eyes. She then leaned in and kissed him.

The two hadn't been intimate for several days, and the atmosphere was tense. When Shen Manzhi was held and sat on the entryway cabinet, her sweater had been rolled up to her waist. Her eyes trembled slightly as she looked away, and she pressed her forehead against him, breathing softly, which stopped him.

Qin Yanfeng kissed her neck and opened her eyes.

The beauty's eyes were slightly flushed and misty, and she was incredibly beautiful.

Clinging to the last shred of reason, Shen Manzhi said in a hoarse voice, "Let's eat first."

He remained restrained because of the injury on his back.

Qin Yanfeng's throat bobbed, and he looked up to kiss her again, reluctant to part. Looking into her wet eyes, he felt a greedy longing for her, clinging to her, but he only gently said "okay".

Shen Manzhi's legs went weak when she was lifted down. She looked up in surprise and saw a faint smile in his eyes.

"Your legs are weak?"

He went ahead and said it, leaving Shen Manzhi slightly speechless: "Why don't you reflect on yourself?"

"It's my fault, I'll restrain myself tonight."

He readily accepts good advice, just like a good person.

Shen Manzhi scoffed, "I've never believed it."

Qin Yanfeng went to cook, and she went to the bathroom.

Fortunately, she was wearing a dark-colored turtleneck sweater. The knife wound below her collarbone had already started to bleed, so she simply took off the sweater and treated it briefly.

Qin Juan, after all, came from the military, and her speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness in striking were unparalleled. In a real fight, it would be somewhat difficult for her to escape unscathed.

Discarding the bloodstained face mask, the knife-point-shaped wound wasn't large, but it stood out starkly against her fair, smooth skin, more noticeable than the tattoo on her shoulder.

She was the one who seduced him; she couldn't very well reject him back at night.

Shen Manzhi thought for a long time, and before going to bed, she rummaged through the wardrobe. She paused when she touched the box at the bottom of the wardrobe.

She glanced back at the frosted bathroom door, then crouched down and pulled out the box.

The wedding gift from Qin's younger uncle.

Qin Yanfeng opened the bathroom door, casually dried his head with a towel, and walked out. "What are the plans for tomorrow..."

The bedroom light was only left on by the bedside lamp, but it was now shrouded in a thin gauze, making the already dim and hazy light even more ambiguous and mysterious.

Shen Manzhi sat on the bed and put on... his shirt.

It wasn't long, only partially covering her legs.

He paused for a moment, feeling an irrepressible itch in his heart, and couldn't help but think of that tender look in her eyes that afternoon.

"Turn off the bathroom light."

He raised an eyebrow, turned back to turn off the light, and as he turned back, Shen Manzhi knelt up, holding a red silk ribbon in her hand.

He felt the person looked vaguely familiar, and he somewhat guessed what they meant. "Is this for me?"

"May I?"

She was backlit, so her expression was somewhat obscured.

Qin Yanfeng tossed aside the towel, reached out and pulled her into his arms.

She must have blushed; her eyes were sparkling, like a kitten looking at him expectantly.

She wasn't the proactive one in bed, so he was happy to go along with her, saying, "Okay, kiss me first."

Shen Manzhi lowered her head to kiss him, her voice both obedient and soft.

Qin Yanfeng felt her blood rush to her head, and her body flushed slightly with heat.

Sure enough, he liked her no matter what.

He knelt on the bed, pressed her down, and took the initiative, kissing her until her body went limp. The red ribbon undulated in her slender, beautiful hands, then wrapped around her wrists and trembled.

His eyes darkened, and his lips traced down his neck.

Shen Manzhi looked up and panted for a while before pushing his shoulder and turning over to sit on his lap.

She didn't move, but pulled him up.

Qin Yanfeng put his arm around her waist, his eyes reddening with suppressed emotion, but he remained patient and gentle, "Put it on."

Shen Manzhi was being pressed against, and she tightened her grip on his abdomen. "You have an injury on your back, you can't lie down."

Qin Yanfeng smiled casually, thinking that this was acceptable.

If you have good core strength, this is nothing.

But he simply pulled his hand away and braced himself against the person on top of him, his eyes, which held a smile, were deep and dark. "Then you come tonight."

Shen Manzhi silently tied the ribbon around his neck, then leaned closer to him, her voice as soft as a cat's, "You can't take it off."

With his eyes covered, Qin Yanfeng's lips curled up, the lingering desire making him appear languid and sexy. "Okay."

He could hardly control himself just by hearing the sound.