C13 Giving a Gift 1

Although the young master no longer manages the Qin family's affairs, his demeanor, honed over years as the heir, is unmatched. Many people are taken aback or feel intimidated upon first meeting him. Yet, here was a gentle woman, without any notable background, who could remain composed in his commanding presence, truly earning admiration.

“Tea or coffee?”

“Tea.”

Coffee? Too bitter and astringent.

After the butler served the tea, he left with Assistant Liang.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working on the dress?” It seemed like no one else was in the villa, so how was the dress going to be made?

Qin Baihe smiled slightly. “Just an excuse.”

“Is there something you need?”

“Can’t I just invite my fiancée over?” He chuckled softly, his bright black eyes sparkling like stars, causing her to pause for a moment.

“Mr. Qin, you really know how to joke.”

“Then let’s treat it as a joke.” He didn’t mind, continuing to sip his tea leisurely, as if he really just wanted to meet her. This attitude left Yu Nuange a bit puzzled.

“I heard your legs and eyes weren’t always like this?”

“Yeah, a car accident.”

“Is there no way to fix it?”

“The external injuries healed. My legs have no feeling, and they couldn’t find any issues with my eyes.” Because of this, despite the great expense, there was no cure, and over time, it was just accepted.

"It's a real shame," Yu Nuange couldn't help but think. The man's eyes were strikingly beautiful, and judging by his seated height, he was undoubtedly a tall and handsome guy. It was unfortunate to see him confined to a wheelchair.

"A bit," Qin Baihe admitted frankly.

His candidness improved Yu Nuange's impression of him. She discreetly observed him a few more times.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he asked, noticing her gaze before she could look away. Despite his inability to see, he was remarkably perceptive, having honed such skills in just two years.

Yu Nuange lowered her eyes, uncertain whether her choices were right or wrong.

"Are you worried?"

"I am."

"Why?"

"We're in a mutually beneficial arrangement. You've shown your sincerity, but I haven't offered anything intriguing in return. I doubt you're interested in me personally."

"You're very composed."

"Of course," Yu Nuange chuckled softly, suddenly standing and moving closer to him, bending down to peer into his eyes.

Qin Baihe slightly tilted his head, puzzled by her sudden proximity, but calmly 'looked' back. Their breaths seemed to intertwine, and an inexplicable warmth filled the air.

"Sir, the designer has arrived."

The butler entered the room, followed by a man dressed in a purple shirt. They both paused at the scene before them: Qin Baihe and his rumored fiancée gazing into each other's eyes with a tender intensity, the atmosphere charged with a warm, unspoken connection. Neither wanted to interrupt the moment.

"Apologies, sir, I didn't mean to intrude," the butler said. He was a man in his fifties, with white hair at his temples, dressed in a black tailcoat, giving him a formal and courteous appearance.

"No problem," Qin Baihe replied, turning his attention to the man in the purple shirt without a hint of embarrassment at the interruption.