“Yes, it’s the truth.” She met his gaze, “We are definitely going to hell.”
“Ye Feng, once a person dies, they turn to ashes, dust, and nothing remains,” he said.
“You’re right, once dead, there’s no love or not love, who would believe in love after death?” she responded.
Ye also gazed at Feng Jianya, her eyes full of affection. He gently caressed her fingers, making her think of the nights filled with passion, a unique sensation sweeping through her. “So, I just want to grasp happiness in the limited time I’m alive.”
“How long will you love me?” she asked playfully to mask her excitement.
“I’m twenty this year; living to a hundred and twenty would be quite good.” He made a gesture of ‘100’ with his hands towards her, “I’ll love you for 100 years, which is a lifetime!”
Chapter Nine
Lingmu Chun has been quite troubled recently, all because of Feng Jianya, that little brat. There were declarations of love, and infatuations; his life was like a drama.
Xinjiang Manufacturing Company, with its substantial financial and influential power, suppressed continuous media coverage of Feng Jianya’s affairs, giving Chun a much-needed break. As a witness to the romance between Feng Jianya and Ye, she hoped to leverage this opportunity to launch her brand — a high-end packaging resource supplier, zybear.taobao.com.
And where is my happiness? Thinking of the charming and emotional Feng Jianya, her heart ached deeply. How could someone as ordinary as me possibly win him over?
“Chun, I’d like to talk to you,” Zhenhua said, leaning against the door frame. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his sensual chest.
“What’s up?” she asked, trying to sound as emotionless as possible.
“I want to take you out for dinner, to watch a movie.”
“Are you out of your mind?” She shot him a glance and continued sorting through her documents.
“I don’t care! Chun, give me a chance, just for tonight.”
“You’re dreaming, Zhenhua. You and I are nothing more than a manager and an artist.”
Just as he was about to speak, the phone rang.
“Lingmu Chun. Ah, it’s the mayor.”
“Lingmu, you’re Feng Jianya’s manager; can’t you keep him in check?”
“What has he done now?”
