Situ Qinglang sent He Jing home that day. When he was about to get home, He Jing couldn't help but stare at his pursed thin lips and thought - he hadn't kissed her yet.

He is more self-disciplined than all men, but she does not need such unfamiliar self-discipline.

She tightened her clothes, and when the car stopped, she mustered up the courage to ask Situ Qinglang: "Qinglang, I... I think, is our relationship a bit... too distant?"

Situ Qinglang glanced sideways at her and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." He Jing didn't know how to express her deepest desire clearly. She thought about it again and again, then gritted her teeth and said, "Can you kiss me?"

"..." Situ Qinglang stared at her in disbelief, as if he were looking at an alien.

He Jing completely lost her momentum. She clearly knew...she should have expected this ending.

"Forget it, I... please pretend that I didn't say anything..." He Jing endured the tears that came to her and apologized nervously.

Situ Qinglang thought of his sweetheart, and the temperature on his cold lips rose sharply. He seriously considered the possibility of kissing He Jing at this moment, but found that he didn't want to do it anyway.

"Next time, you wore lipstick today." He declined perfunctorily.

He Jing suddenly raised her head, looked at him blankly, and said in surprise: "So you mean, it will be okay if I don't put on lipstick next time?"

"It's best not to put on makeup." Situ Qinglang nodded, showing a rare polite smile.

"Thank you..." He Jing's eyes turned red and she suddenly threw herself into Situ Qinglang's arms.

Situ Qinglang stiffened, and before he could react, He Jing quickly ran out of the car, waved to Situ Qinglang, and then ran happily into the apartment building.

He looked at her back and thought - this seemed to be the happiest time since she was with him.

However, this happiness did not infect him in any way.

He lit a cigarette and remembered that Sweetie once said, "Don't smoke too much."

By some strange coincidence, he put out the cigarette again, started the car impatiently, went home and changed into a new shirt, making sure that no scent of perfume on He Jing's body remained, and then went out again.

Today he made an appointment to meet with several friends from college. Some of them are engaged in politics and some are in business. None of them is mediocre.

The organizer decided that the venue for this small gathering would be a club called "Lotus Garden". Although the name was elegant, the interior was not a place that Situ Qinglang was accustomed to seeing.

The Lotus Garden is located in a well-known private residence of Qing Dynasty officials in Beiting City. It is antique and private. It is not surprising to meet any political figures in Beiting City here.

Situ Qinglang didn't like this kind of occasion, so he, who was always punctual, deliberately arrived a little late. The doorman in a mandarin jacket parked the car for him, and he walked leisurely along the corridor until he reached the foyer.

When he stepped into the vermilion door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure quite unexpectedly.

That's...

He was startled for a moment, then hurriedly chased him up, only to find that the beautiful figure turned a corner and disappeared like a butterfly at the end of the maze-like corridor.

Is that sweetheart?

Situ Qinglang never believed his eyes. Although his eyes were sharp and observant, he was always meticulous, but this time, he would rather he was wrong.

He couldn't help comforting himself - that girl Tianxin was so pitiful that she might not even be able to get in through the door of Heyuan.
Chapter completed!