Chapter 883: Come Over

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

An ordinary bench gained a picturesque charm under Zhou Hengguang’s favour, blending seamlessly with the scenery of the small park.

Upon seeing Hengguang’s handsome face adorned with a gentle and captivating smile, her breath seemed to catch in her throat, halting her steps.

The little boy who had escorted her had vanished into thin air.

“Come here,” Zhou Hengguang beckoned to Su Qing, his voice deep and tender, brimming with affection.

Su Qing hesitated momentarily before turning to leave.

With a dangerous narrowing of his eyes, Zhou Hengguang’s tone turned icy, tinged with impatience. “Qingqing, if you don’t come over after I count to three, I’ll come get you myself.”

He meant it.

Refusing to allow such an intimate moment to slip away, and tired of her constant avoidance, he felt his patience wearing thin. He had even resisted the urge to visit his Big Brother’s house just to come to see her.

But now, he found himself at the limit of his restraint. Initially, he had convincingly portrayed the role of Lin Weiguo—a simple and honest persona— Imowing it was the easiest for Su Qing to accept. He had even come to believe that Lin Weiguo’s character was suitable to be Su Qing’s future husband.

As long as he maintained this appearance, he would undoubtedly earn Su Qing’s approval, and marrying her wouldn’t be an issue.

It was just a matter of time.

But since the unexpected kiss at Rong Jingxuan, Zhou Hengguang realized he could no longer keep up the charade.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Su Qing falling for Lin Weiguo, even if Lin Weiguo was just a facade he had created. He wasn’t Lin Weiguo; he was Zhou Hengguang, a completely different person.

Su Qing trembled as she turned to glare fiercely at Zhou Hengguang, noticing his attire—no longer the casual look from their first meeting but a sophisticated suit, polished shoes, and expensive glasses.

She couldn’t help but feel a mix of anger and amusement. Did he think she was naive?

“Come here,” Zhou Hengguang persisted cheerfully, noticing Su Qing’s smile, though he knew it was more out of anger than amusement. “Good girl! Don’t be mad. Didn’t I come to apologize to you today?”

“Do I have to accept your apology?” Su Qing’s question drew curious glances from passersby. Unable to publicly snub Lin Weiguo, she reluctantly approached the bench and sat down.

But before she could fully settle, she found herself pulled onto Zhou Hengguang’s lap.

“You…” Su Qing seethed with anger, attempting to rise, only to be silenced by Zhou Hengguang’s finger on her lips. “Shh! Don’t speak! I’ll just hug you. I won’t do anything.”

With that, he enveloped Su Qing in his embrace.

Zhou Hengguang sought to confirm whether hugging Su Qing now felt as exhilarating as it had in the darkness of the room. Then, he had relished the sensation of her fragrant, yielding body in his arms, longing for more, yearning for a kiss—a sensation he had never experienced before, despite the many admirers who had pursued him in the past, leaving him only with disgust..