"To die under the peony flower would be a romantic end, even for a ghost."
For Young Master Jiang, even a single kiss is an exercise in restraint.
Primarily because they had just established their relationship, it still wasn't in a stable phase. Being too enthusiastic and proactive now might scare off his hard-won girlfriend.
Thinking back, He Jingchuan's words made a lot of sense. With his temper, it was a miracle he managed to become single at the age of thirty.
And here it was, a blessing from heaven indeed—and rather early at that.
Su Nanzhi might not have grasped the hidden message in Jiang Beiyu's words. She expressionlessly brushed away the hand from her chin and got out of the car first.
Jiang Beiyu laughed softly and followed her out of the car.
Then he boldly and rather righteously took the young lady's hand.
Su Nanzhi was initially stunned when he took her hand but then relaxed and intertwined her fingers with his.
Now it was Jiang Beiyu's turn to be astonished.
