One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Liang Yin picked up her goblet and took a sip of champagne. Perhaps because of the small amount of alcohol, her face was flushed at once.

For the trip back, Qin Zhou had to call for the driver because he had been drinking. As he helped Liang Yin into the car, he saw she was obviously unsteady. She was a little dazed, although not drunk.

When Qin Zhou spoke to her, his voice sounded a little ethereal and far away.

The car was warm with the heater on. Liang Yin leaned back in her seat, feeling her head growing heavy and dizzy. Seeing that she was not holding her head up steadily, Qin Zhou simply reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, so that she could rest against him.

For some reason, Liang Yin snapped out of her dazed state at that moment. Even though she had indeed felt a little tipsy from the wine earlier, Qin Zhou's action had undoubtedly woken her up.

She leaned against his shoulder, stiff with tension. She mustered her courage and narrowed her eyes, opening them a crack and secretly glanced above her head. Qin Zhou was looking out of the window quietly. His angular profile was as exquisite as a masterpiece. With such good looks, he could totally debut as an idol.

At that moment, Liang Yin clearly recognized that she… seemed to be falling in love.

No one had ever been so kind to her. Whether it was her father or her mother, she had felt like a weed since she was a child, an exiled member of a family.

She wasn't a sentimental person. It was just that sometimes she felt envious and jealous when she saw the parents of other children taking them to school and back home, whereas she would go back to an empty house. When she was young, she could only go to her grandparents' house for dinner or cook instant noodles for herself. She didn't know what it was like to be loved.

Of course, she didn't like Qin Zhou only for the reason that he was so kind to her. Rather, he gave her an indescribable feeling. She preferred to recognize that feeling as a sense of belonging.

…

"You've been smiling foolishly for the umpteenth time since this morning."

Liang Yin was on the set, waiting for the opportunity to try on her makeup. Hua Jin had finished filming and came back to see her holding his hot water bag, smiling foolishly as if no one else was around.

Irritated, he walked over and snatched the hot water bottle from her arms. "Just how much longer are you going to stand there smiling like a fool?" he snapped at her.

Only then did Liang Yin come back to her senses. She glanced at him and quickly stopped smiling.

"Did it pass?"

"Pass. Wait for the next one."

The actor sat down and examined her expression suspiciously. Even without makeup and blush, her cheeks were scarlet like she had rouge on.

He couldn't help feeling suspicious. "What did you guys do yesterday?"

Liang Yin said seriously, "Nothing."

"You keep smiling like a fool." He asked with an extremely wicked smile, "Any flying progress yesterday?"

"What are you thinking?"

"What else did you do after dinner yesterday?"

"Nothing else! He took me home after dinner, and then he left."

The actor frowned, thinking poorly of Qin Zhou for being such a disappointment. He thought the manager had taken a fancy to her and was ready to make a move on her. A man like Qin Zhou was like a lion. Once he'd spotted his prey, he'd attack. Basically, there was no room for error. Why wasn't there any progress this time?