Chapter 1 How Much Does He Love Her
Dark clouds are piling up in the sky, and a storm is about to break.
The cherry blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom, but they were blown by the strong wind and fell from the branches without any choice, slowly merging with the mud on the ground.
Qin Nian Ge's hand was on the hem of her skirt, carefully pressing down on the middle school uniform that had just passed her knee. She quickly ran to the front of the main building and pushed open a gap in the elegant and spacious glass door that only allowed her to pass through, then quickly squeezed inside and closed the door behind her.
It wasn't until the strong winds were completely blocked out that she finally let out a gentle sigh of relief, her hands which had been grasping at her skirt also clutching onto the straps of her backpack.
But before she could turn around and walk into the hall, a voice as cold as hell came from behind her: "So young and already knows what pose is most seductive to men, it seems that you really have your mother's ** in your bones."
As soon as she heard that voice, Qin Nian's entire body stiffened instantly.
Her hand holding the backpack strap unconsciously clenched tightly, slowly turning around: "Yu Ye Ge..."
Isn't he on a business trip in Europe? How come he's back after just three days?
She also thought she could finally relax for a few days.
The man she called "brother" was currently sitting on the deerskin velvet sofa in the hall, he looked at most twenty-one or two years old, but the ferocity and sharpness revealed between his eyebrows were not something that a man of this age could possess.
The man narrowed his eyes, and the disdain in his gaze was not concealed: "Come over."
His words have always been concise and powerful.
Qin Nian Ge's whole body trembled slightly, her fingers grasping the backpack strap had turned pale from exerting too much force, yet she still walked slowly and reluctantly in the direction of the man.
Apparently dissatisfied with her slow pace, the man stretched out his iron arm and pulled her into his embrace when she was still a little distance away from him.
"Ah——" Qin Nian Ge was caught off guard and fell onto his chest, unable to help but let out a startled cry.
"Shut up!" The man scowled, his brow furrowed in annoyance. He reached out and grasped her chin, suddenly lowering his head to press his lips against hers that were tender and inviting.
It wasn't the first time a man had done this to her, but Qin Nian Ge still couldn't help but gasp in shock and push away the man in front of her.
But the man's face suddenly fell due to her resisting movement, his eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to push the little woman to the ground.
Qin Nian Ge let out a pained cry, her skirt fluttering up to her waist due to his actions.
The man lightly twirled his long fingers, stood up from the sofa, slowly bent down, stretched out his fingers in front of Qin Nian Ge's eyes, and hooked up a slight arc of disdain on his lips: "But just touching casually makes you tense like this? You really know how to pretend."
Qin Niange's whole body trembled slightly, and she hastily pulled down the hem of her skirt that had been lifted up. Her face turned pale: "I didn't..."
Her retort came to an abrupt halt as she met the cold, congealed gaze of the man opposite her.
She understands that no matter what she says, men simply don't care.
Because in his heart, his disgust and hatred for her had long surpassed everything.
Although she is only eighteen years old and should be a carefree girl, fate has made her understand her situation too early.
Qin Nian Ge lowered her eyelids, covering up the fleeting weakness in her eyes, and propped herself up from the ground to get back on her feet.
The man kept a cold eye on her movements, and his slightly narrowed eyes showed only mockery, without any other emotions.
In his undisguised disdain, Qin Nian felt like she had been stripped naked and thrown in front of him, leaving her completely defenseless.
