Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 92 What were you talking about that took so long?

The graduation assessment for the dance department consists of three parts: professional course grades, internship credits, and graduation project grades.

After a brief return to campus life, the college announced that students would have to take an elective course on Introduction to Art.

Shen Guining is very busy; she has a competition at the end of the month and also has to balance her studies.

The place I spend most of my time is still the dance studio.

That afternoon at five o'clock, after class, she went to the cafeteria for lunch with her classmates.

The food at the No. 2 canteen, which used to be frequently criticized for its poor taste, has greatly improved.

A girl in the class complained, "Why is the food so much better after we left? Am I not worthy of eating well?"

Chen Qingqing guessed, "Is it possible that we haven't eaten this for too long, so it tastes delicious?"

"That makes sense."

While Shen Guining was eating, Qu Yanci sent her a WeChat message: [Finished class?]

She typed back: "Yeah, eating in the cafeteria."

There was no follow-up from that side; it seemed like a casual question.

After dinner, Shen Guining said goodbye to her classmates and left the school.

Just as I stepped out of the school gate, someone suddenly called out to me.

Ningning.

The voice came from behind me, both strange and familiar.

Shen Guining was momentarily dazed, stopped in her tracks, and slowly turned around.

She was somewhat taken aback when an unexpected person appeared there.

"Ningning!" Qi Heng strode over and stood in front of her. "Long time no see. I've looked for you many times. I heard you went back to school, so I came over."

The man in front of me still looked the same as I remembered him: a clean white T-shirt and black trousers, short and neat hair, handsome features, and a noticeable red mole at the corner of his eye. He had a more confident and mature demeanor than before.

This kind of temperament comes from experience.

Shen Guining barely came to her senses when she asked, "...Weren't you in New York?"

“I recently returned to China and want to settle down here.” Qi Heng looked intently at the girl. Over the past year, he had seen her countless times in photos, and every smile and gesture of hers was imprinted in his mind. Now that he had finally seen her again, his heart was pounding with excitement.

Shen Guining took a half step back, creating some distance. "You came to see me, is there something you need?"

“Ningning, we…” Qi Heng saw her deliberate distancing and felt a sharp pain in his eyes. “I apologize for what happened back then. I had no choice at the time.”

They broke up at the height of their relationship; he chose to move to New York, while she returned to Hong Kong Island to continue her university studies.

“I’m happy for you that you got the offer from the New York company,” Shen Guining said calmly. “It’s all in the past, you don’t need to take it to heart.”

Qi Heng hesitated, then said, "But..."

He hasn't gone there yet.

Every day they were apart, he thought of her; every quiet night, he would recall the days they had spent together.

It's so beautiful, like a dream, I don't want to wake up.

I called her countless times after getting drunk at a social event, but every time she didn't answer; her voice was cold and robotic.

Not wanting to scare her away, Qi Heng cautiously asked, "Are we still friends?"

Shen Guining remained silent.

Being friends with an ex? That's strange.

After a moment of silence, she moved her lips.

My phone suddenly rang.

She glanced down and saw the words "Mr. Qu" appear on the screen.

I haven't changed his nickname in my contacts.

Shen Guining pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.

A deep voice came through the receiver, "What were you talking about for so long?"

Upon hearing this, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked around, spotting the Cullinan with the consecutive number 9 on the roadside.

This is his car on Hong Kong Island.

When did he come?
Through the back window, it seemed as if our eyes met.

"Wait a moment." Shen Guining hung up the phone and said to Qi Heng, "Sorry, I have to go first."

Qi Heng quickly spoke up: "Ningning, can we exchange contact information?" She refused without hesitation, "It's not appropriate."

Qi Heng stood there dejectedly, watching her walk quickly towards the private car parked by the roadside.

Shen Guining opened the car door and got in.

By the window, Qu Yanci rested his elbows on the armrest, his long fingers touching his forehead, his posture as relaxed and dignified as ever.

An informal dark shirt, tailored to fit the body, and well-pressed black trousers that hug the strong, muscular legs.

The sunlight streaming in through the window slanted into the carriage, sketching a smooth and profound half-profile.

A very pleasing sight.

Shen Guining put down her bag, turned to face the side, and asked with a hint of delight, "Why did you suddenly come to Hong Kong Island?"

Qu Yanci didn't answer but asked instead, "Who are you chatting with?"

Meeting his deep gaze, Shen Guining hesitated for a moment before calmly saying, "A friend I knew before."

She could have told the truth, but she was afraid of upsetting him, so she subconsciously chose to avoid it.

She and Qi Heng are a thing of the past, and they will have no contact in the future, so there's no need for him to affect her mood.

But after saying that, Shen Guining regretted it a little, knowing that Qu Yanci hated being lied to the most.

"I……"

Just as I was about to tell the truth, he interrupted me: "Sit here with me."

Shen Guining closed her lips and obediently moved to sit sideways on his lap, a gesture she was used to.

Qu Yanci wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening his grip.

Her slender waist was firmly locked in his arms.

Shen Guining leaned against his chest, her breath filled with the ambergris scent emanating from him, fresh and elegant.

She nuzzled against him like a kitten, her cheek pressed against his firm chest muscles.

Qu Yanci ruffled her hair, "What are you rubbing against?"

Shen Guining whispered, "You smell nice."

It wasn't just the fragrance on his clothes, but more so his unique aura—calm and powerful.

In his arms, you don't have to think about anything.

Apart from Qu Yanci, she had never felt such dependence on anyone else.

The car drove smoothly, and the street scene outside the window receded.

The driver was very observant; he lowered the partition as soon as Shen Guining got into the car.

Qu Yanci lifted the little girl's head and kissed her.

His thin lips covered her soft lips, from light to dark.

Shen Guining tilted her head back and opened her mouth to respond.

The subtle swallowing sounds were extremely ambiguous, and the water sounds were sticky.

Today she wore a preppy shirt dress with a black tie at the neckline and ruffled details on the shoulders. It was simple yet youthful and exuded a strong sense of girlish charm.

It contrasts sharply with the mature masculine aura, creating a sense of taboo.

Qu Yanci easily untied her tie and buttons.

Apricot-colored lace trim peeks out, highlighting the cleavage.

The warmth of my palms, rubbing against my skin, spreads a tingling sensation.

The kiss left her lips, and Shen Guining breathed a sigh of relief, her voice soft and weak, "Where are we going?"

Qu Yanci's breath hitched slightly. "Hotel."

Shen Guining regained a sliver of reason and asked him, "Have you had dinner?"

"No." Qu Yanci bit her earlobe and whispered, "You feed me first."

In an instant, Shen Guining's cheeks flushed red.

The car drove all the way to the Peninsula Hotel.

Qu Yanci has a private presidential suite on the top floor, where he stays when he comes to Hong Kong Island on business.

Shen Guining straightened her clothes and took out a mask from her bag to put on.

My lips are swollen from being kissed so much, I can't show them to anyone.