Chapter 71: The Self-Cultivation of the Canary (36)

Shen Han Deng descended the stairs. "Didn't I say we're done? What are you doing?"

He could understand moving things out, but moving things in—what did that mean?

Ling Qiong bit her fork, glanced up at him, and replied softly, "Mr. Shen, what I said at the time was—let's end things here for today. Now it's the next day, you see."

Daddy has already forgiven you!

After all, shopping always brings joy—hehehe!

Shen Han Deng: "..."

Is that how it works?

"Mr. Shen, that money—you bought me for a lifetime. Even if you don't renew, I still have to stay by your side. That's my professional integrity."

So much money was spent to bring you to where you are today.

Daddy will leave? What a joke!

Shen Han Deng: "..."

No need!

"Mr. Shen, rest assured. I'm very professional, absolutely trustworthy." Ling Qiong stretched her neck and called out, "Kelly, is the milk ready yet?"

Kelly brought the milk over, and Shen Han Deng snatched it, drinking half in one gulp.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Ling Qiong wouldn't argue with the young master over a cup of milk.

A player should be magnanimous—why fuss over a paper character? It lacks grace.

"Mr. Shen, would you like breakfast?"

"No."

He's already full—on anger.

...

Kelly followed Shen Han Deng upstairs.

"Young master, what should we do? Miss Ye won't leave."

Shen Han Deng, feeling a headache, pinched the bridge of his nose to compose himself. "Forget it."

He had intended to redefine their relationship, but she gave him no chance. There was nothing he could do.

Kelly said, "Miss Ye must really like you, young master."

Shen Han Deng sneered, "She likes my money."

"..."

Kelly had nothing more to say.

Shen Han Deng stopped mentioning her departure, behaving perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened.

Ling Qiong also never brought it up again.

Both tacitly turned the page.

But...

"The card I gave you—have you spent it all?"

"No," Ling Qiong denied immediately.

"Give it back."

"..."

Ling Qiong reluctantly pulled out the card and handed it to Shen Han Deng.

He checked—three yuan and sixty-six cents remained.

"..."

Shen Han Deng felt a breath stuck in his chest, neither rising nor falling, unbearably uncomfortable.

Her idea of "not spent" was simply not zero?

He took a deep breath, striving for calm. "What did you buy?"

The things she brought in shouldn't have cost so much.

Ling Qiong chuckled, dragging Shen Han Deng outside and pointing at the flashy little sports car parked at the door.

---

"There."

"..."

A sports car?

Heh...

Even he didn't have one!

Ling Qiong hopped into the driver's seat, inviting sincerely, "Mr. Shen, want to go for a ride?"

Shen Han Deng's face remained cold. "Do you have a license?"

"..."

No, she didn't.

But needing a license to drive in a game? Ridiculous!

Look at other games—who needs a license? Why not just get one immediately?

She could drive! Professionally!

Ling Qiong sulked, got out, and went straight to learn to drive.

Shen Han Deng had Kelly lock up the car. She was forbidden to touch it until she had her license.

Ling Qiong could only gaze longingly at the car in the garage every day.

Shen Han Deng found this amusing, delighted to see her yearning but unable to have it.

...

Two months later.

Shen Han Deng was discussing business in his office when Ling Qiong suddenly knocked and entered, beaming as if she'd won the lottery.

Ling Qiong often appeared at the company with Shen Han Deng; everyone knew her.

Shen Han Deng never clarified their relationship, but everyone assumed they were dating.

After all, President Shen truly doted on her.

He allowed her into his office anytime, answered her calls during meetings, lent her his own coat, and so on...

"Stand there," Shen Han Deng said, pointing at the doorway, taking the initiative. "No talking."

"..."

Ling Qiong ignored him, going to sit on the sofa.

Shen Han Deng glanced at her, then gestured for the person reporting to continue.

No one dared to speak too long; they summarized quickly and hurried out.

Ling Qiong immediately got up, ran over to Shen Han Deng, and, like a magician, produced a small booklet. "Look."

It was a driver's license.

Shen Han Deng: "..."

So fast?

Ling Qiong knew how to drive—if not for the required hours and exam intervals, she would have gotten it sooner.

"Mr. Shen, now I can take you for a drive, right?"

Shen Han Deng: "..."

He wasn't very keen.

But whether he wanted to or not didn't matter. What mattered was whether Ling Qiong wanted to.

...

Shen Han Deng returned to the villa, exhausted in body and mind, while Ling Qiong was as delighted as a lark.

Spinning the keys, she walked backwards. "Mr. Shen, how's my driving?"

"Not bad."

Ling Qiong paused, forcing Shen Han Deng to stop as well.

The young lady leaned in, a faint smile at the corner of her lips. "Mr. Shen can always try other cars."

Shen Han Deng instinctively responded, "You want to buy another car?"

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Ling Qiong fluttered her lashes, smiled, and turned to enter the villa.

Only afterward did Shen Han Deng realize—

She wanted not only his money, but him as well.

Wishful thinking!

...

The main cards needed for the illustrated collection totaled eighteen. Ling Qiong had drawn almost all of them, just two left.

But these last two were exceptionally hard to get.

No matter how hard she earned money, she couldn't draw them, only picking up random secondary cards.

These cards would eventually be converted into an item called "Golden Fur Cloak."

Including the ones from the previous scenario, she now had over eighty.

Still, she hadn't seen any special cards exchanged.

[Dear, we suggest you collect more Golden Fur Cloaks.] The shining assistant reminded Ling Qiong.

"Why?"

[Dear, I wouldn't harm you.]

Ling Qiong: "No, but you trick me out of my money!"

[...]

Well, didn't you also trick the target out of his money?

The main cards were nearly complete, and the chances of getting secondary cards increased.

But secondary cards couldn't be collected, so Ling Qiong wasn't very interested.

She looked at the still incomplete collection and felt aggrieved.

Unable to restrain her urge to finish the set...

Ling Qiong spent a lot more money.

Finally, she drew one—Moonlight After the Rain.

The card depicted the villa's vines outside, with a few swirling leaves falling through the air.

But drawing the card didn't help; it never triggered anything.

One day, as Ling Qiong returned, Kelly stopped her.

"Miss Ye, could you please take the young master's dinner upstairs?"

Kelly handed the meal to Ling Qiong.

"Why me?"

"The young master isn't in a good mood today—I don't dare." Kelly pleaded. "He wouldn't be harsh with you."

"..."

Nonsense!

He's harsh with everyone.

"What happened?" Who bullied my young master?

"Ah, it's just company matters," Kelly replied. "With the young master taking over, friction is inevitable."

Ling Qiong understood.

She brought the meal upstairs. Shen Han Deng's temper had improved lately; only half the room was torn apart.

He sat on the floor, surrounded by papers, each a person's profile.

Ling Qiong: "..."

He seemed like a killer selecting targets.

My young master is terrifying.

"Ahem... Mr. Shen, dinner's ready," Ling Qiong called out obediently.

Shen Han Deng gathered the papers, placed them by the bed, got up, and ate silently.

"Are you unhappy?"

Shen Han Deng lifted his eyelids to glance at her, saying nothing.