Chapter 4 - Anniversary Gift (1/2)

At night they shook sheets again. And after Mr. He Lianze fell fast asleep, Jian Rushi who had something on her mind crawled out of his arms.

She rummaged the whole room to see if she could find a clue to prove that he had been married.

Rummaging around in the room without making any sound, even she admired herself. She had the potential to be a spy.

The moonlight poured in through the window. The ground was ice cold, so was the back of Jian Rushi. She kind of felt something from behind. She suddenly turned around and saw He Lianze was standing there. The moonlight made his face more delicate, like an enchanting vampire.

Wearing his night robe, he stood there against the door, with his hands holding the shoulders. He looked her up and down with a fake smile on his face.

Jian Rushi thought it was her Mercury retrograde recently. Everything went wrong. She crawled out the closet slowly, and said with a fawning smile, “Actually I remembered today is our third anniversary, so I got you a present. You know, I wanna hide it somewhere and give you a surprise. Yay!”

He Lianze stretched out a hand and bent his finger, like a bandit demanding his tributes.

Jian Rushi stood there, dumbfounded, with the smile frozen on her face. “‘Sugar daddy’, can’t you be a tiny bit reserved? You want it now? But I wish I had a present now!”

He Lianze took a look at his watch and said lightly, “Today is our third anniversary. It’d be meaningless after today. Hm, give me.”

Jian Rushi protested silently, while He Lianze tackled it the same way. After a long time stalemate, of course the little fox would lose to the old fox.

She curled her lips and said, “All right. I will give you.”

Then she rushed into the bathroom, took up the scissors to cut off a curl of her hair. She made a truelove knot with it and pressed it into his hand, said coyly, “The first marriage couple would love each other with all heart. Although we are not a couple, this truelove knot represents my heart. You keep it.” Then I ran away and slipped into the bed.

God blessed she could throw him off the scent.

After a while, he pulled up the quilt and held her in his arms from behind, “Jian Rushi.”

“Hm?”