Don’t Mess with the CEO’s Daughter

  ”Oh.” Lin Qianzhu bought a ticket and followed, but in just a moment, he was already far ahead. With his long legs, he took one step while she had to take two, forcing her to work hard to keep up!

  The museum’s architectural style was a Meiji-era Western-style building, with Japanese-style exhibition halls, boasting over a hundred years of history, making the building itself an important cultural treasure.

  Here, one could clearly understand the historical changes of Japanese aesthetic consciousness and rare archaeological artifacts, with collections of such high quality that they could be praised worldwide.

  Ancient art pieces are sensitive to light, so the museum used fiber optic lighting, creating a slightly dim environment. As Feng Shaohao appreciated the treasures, Lin Qianzhu’s eyes were fixed on him, imagining a romantic date in the soft, dim light…

  Her rich imagination was moving too fast, and Lin Qianzhu laughed at her own enthusiasm. They had barely known each other, and just recently she had told her sister that love at first sight didn’t exist. Ha! How embarrassing.

  Although she was taking the initiative, she would not be casual. She would carefully observe and only give her heart after truly confirming he was worth loving.

  The museum was open only until early evening. Feng Shaohao feared not having enough viewing time, even skipping lunch, carefully touring from the Heisei Hall to the Oriental Hall, and of course not missing the Horyu-ji Treasure Hall with its cultural exchange trajectory.

  Although her eyes were only on him, when entering the mummy exhibition room, Lin Qianzhu was suddenly covered in cold sweat. She had always been terrified of ghosts and corpses.

  Ugh… don’t blame her for not appreciating art. Mummies were just corpses to her, her mind filled with horror movie images of mummies harming people. Unable to bear her fear, she first quietly grabbed his clothing, then held his arm, wishing she could nestle into his broad chest.

  Feng Shaohao pursed his lips. The distance between them had gradually shortened, and she was now holding his arm. Unused to being touched, he initially wanted to pull away but noticed her arm was covered in goosebumps and trembling, so he stopped.

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