Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian was attracted by his novel explanation. She turned around and said casually, "So you're a donkey?"

Ye Wangchuan turned her head again and continued to dry her hair gently. "Whether I'm a donkey or not depends on whether Goddess Qiao has carrots."

Qiao Nian was sleepy from the warm wind. She supported her chin and thought about his question in a daze.

Her hair was not long.

Ye Wangchuan dried it quickly.

He used the rubber band to tie the girl's hair into a ponytail. However, his skills were not good, and he was not familiar with the business. The ponytail was loose, and a few strands had not been tied properly.

"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan clicked his tongue as he looked at the result. He gently took off the rubber band again.

Qiao Nian's black shoulder-length hair fell on her shoulders again like a waterfall. She reached for it herself as if realizing it.

"Let me do it." She took the rubber band from Ye Wangchuan and neatly tied her hair into a small bun, revealing her slender and snow-white neck.

Ye Wangchuan stepped aside to avoid blocking her.

His gaze fell on the girl's agile movements. He observed how she tied her hair and thought about what he should do next.

In a daze, he did not notice that after Qiao Nian tied her hair into a bun, she stared at him deeply.

"You…" Qiao Nian stared at him for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "Why don't we try?"

"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyes slightly and leaned back against the edge of the table. He looked a little lazy like a rich young master. His home clothes gave off a high-class feeling. The slightly open collar pushed the atmosphere to the extreme. "Try what?"

Some people flirted without knowing it.

He was a typical example.

Qiao Nian was actually obsessed with visuals. Otherwise, she would not have become SEVEN's chief designer.

She had a taste for beauty. Those pursuing beauty would definitely like and be obsessed with beauty…

Qiao Nian looked straight at him. "What you've been talking about."

Ye Wangchuan was slightly stunned.

She walked forward and stood in front of him. She raised her head slightly and met his eyes. "Actually, there's really no need to wait until I'm 20. I'm not so traditional."

She was simple.

As long as she was certain of that person, that would be him.

As for her age… She was a child who grew up in an orphanage. Then, she went to the Qiao Family, but no one cared about her.

Actually, no one taught her about this.

However, Qiao Nian had never taken a step forward.

It was not impossible.

She just respected herself.

"It's not impossible if it's you." Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes slightly to hide the light in her eyes. She placed her hand on the table that Ye Wangchuan was leaning against and leaned forward slightly. It was undoubtedly teasing for her to do such a simple action. "What do you think?"

Ye Wangchuan felt the girl's gentle breathing and heard his blood boiling.

He restrained himself at the last moment, grabbed the girl's wrist, and tightened his grip. "Nian Nian, stop fooling around."

Qiao Nian looked up at him without saying anything.

That slightly raised and exquisite face was the greatest challenge to Ye Wangchuan's self-control.

Defeated, Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and rubbed the bone between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he pulled the girl into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her.

This time he indulged himself.

It was only when the corners of Qiao Nian's mouth were red that he pulled himself back and tidied her hair. Then, he said in a low voice, "Silly, I haven't given you a perfect wedding yet."