Chapter 22 Intense Possessiveness

“What’s wrong?” Su Niansheng saw his incredulous look. “Not welcome? Then I’ll leave.”
She let go of his hand.
Unexpectedly, the next second he grabbed her wrist, pulling her forcefully into his arms.
“Oof~”
Su Niansheng’s head hit his chest muscles, letting out a cry.
So hard!
Seems her previous judgment of his muscles was wrong—touch felt good, but way harder than hers.
“Really? Xiaoqian.”
Shen Junxi’s eyes drooped, a wicked curve on his lips.
His thick, dark eyelashes were full of overflowing smiles and sweetness, almost drowning Su Niansheng.
She looked up, stunned.
Why was he so happy?
From a gloomy, crazy puppy to a happy one.
Could it be because…
She suddenly remembered before the football match—he tentatively asked if she wanted to see the finance department’s roster. So this kid never believed she’d stop chasing Shiyu Bai—hence his anger at rumors!
“Fine, Shen Xiaoxi—you never believed me, did you?”
She curled her fingers, quickly flicking his forehead a few times as punishment. Afraid he’d retaliate, she immediately covered her face.
Hehe, sneak attack success!
Since puberty, he’d shot up like bamboo after rain—now nearly 1.9 meters.
She’d never been able to flick him since—today, taking advantage, she got even all at once!
What she didn’t see: he had no intention of retaliating. Flicked, he smiled brighter—adoration in his eyes so thick it almost dripped. “From now on, I only believe Xiaoqian.”
“Young Master, this is the last box…”
The butler came in with Legos, seeing this scene.
The young master sat on the floor, holding Miss Su tight. His straight nose nuzzled her full forehead, eyes lowered—filled with intense joy and possessiveness, murmuring “Xiaoqian” as if he’d kiss her next second.
Miss Su covered her face shyly, scared he’d do something.
The butler dropped the package with a thud.
Recovering, he bent to pick it up, apologizing profusely. “Sorry, Young Master, Miss—disturbed you. I saw nothing!”
This snapped Shen Junxi back, noticing his overstep—he quickly withdrew his hand.
What did he see?
Su Niansheng curiously moved her hand—catching his dazed gaze, no sign of retaliating for the “flick.” Afraid he’d regret, she ran.
“Since you like Legos so much, I’ll leave you to it—bye~”
Before she finished, he grabbed her hand. “Wait.”
“What?”
“You haven’t played for me yet.”
“Aren’t you busy with Legos?”
“Changed my mind.” Shen Junxi threw the blocks aside, eyes bright. “This is boring—your ukulele sounds better.”
“…Fickle man.”
Late at night, their figures disappeared from the villa, slipping into the silent back mountain.
The butler saw this, waving off servants. “Don’t disturb them.”
He smiled as he spoke.
Madam had worried the young master and Miss Su couldn’t get together—he thought: these two must be dating already?
So sweet it raised his blood sugar!
Night fell.
The sky filled with deep blue mist, dotted with countless stars—illuminating the earth brilliantly.
They ran from the rustling woods to the insect-filled fields, across the lush court, finally reaching Qingqin Lake.
Su Niansheng marveled: a clear moon reflected on the lake, rippling silver light like a galaxy pouring down—breathtaking!
“This is so beautiful?!”
She sighed as he walked to the shore, loosening the wooden boat’s anchor. She understood. “Shen Xiaoxi, listen here?”
“Gentle breeze, floral scent, boating under the moon—with a beauty playing music. Too indulgent?”
“Learned from you.”
Shen Junxi wrapped the rope around his wrist, glancing at her.
Su Niansheng remembered her childhood feats!
At four, the Shens had just bought Emperor’s Garden No.1. She and her brother came to play—finding this beautiful lake!
Wanted to play, but Qingqin Lake was undeveloped then—some writers’ articles made it seem mysterious and dangerous, servants forbade them near.
She secretly used a discarded bamboo raft and branches, taking Shen Junxi boating.
That afternoon, both families mobilized—couldn’t find them, crying helplessly.
Finally, found them asleep on the bamboo raft.
Of course, she and Shen Junxi were punished badly.
“Who are you implying? You followed me willingly—no one forced you. Didn’t you want to?”
“Wanted to.”
Shen Junxi’s lips curled. Adjusting the boat, he gave a princely bow. “My lady, care to board my ship?”
Su Niansheng tilted her chin, pretending to hesitate—then elegantly extended her hand, a pampered princess. “Reluctantly.”
“My pleasure.”
He held her hand, wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her onto the boat easily.
Su Niansheng magically pulled out a harmonica. “Don’t think I’ll perform solo—duet!”
“Okay.”
He took the harmonica, testing it.
Every hole carried her fragrance—playing, the breeze carried it to his nose, making him dizzy.
“I like it.”
“Of course you do—what shall we play?”
Their gazes met in the dark. “Childhood.”
“Okay!”
Su Niansheng picked up the ukulele—long, black hair flowing, like a bud swaying in the wind, revealing stunning eyes.
“By the pond’s banyan tree, cicadas sing summer…”
She sang, strumming—bathed in moonlight, her silhouette like a goddess, leaving Shen Junxi transfixed.
It felt like she strummed not strings, but his heart—with bright smiles, melodious songs, mysterious allure…
Too much.
So much it overflowed Qingqin Lake, threatening to spill from his heart.
If someone saw now, they’d find his gaze on his beloved girl—hotter than the moon.