Chapter 4 was actually only 18 years old
The scenery along the way was breathtaking, and the distance from the airport where they worked grew farther and farther away. Yin Xiang couldn't help but ask Gong Jing Sheng, who had a handsome face, in a timid tone: "We...where are we going?"
"Go where you need to go." Gong Jing Sheng replied expressionlessly, making Yin Xiang think of two words: nonsense! She pursed her red lips and decided not to talk to Mr. Nonsense anymore, anyway it would be pointless. Just as she was about to give up on talking, she heard a string of questions from Gong Jing Sheng: "What's your name? How old are you this year? Where is your home?"
What a strange man!
"Yin Ying." Yin Ying's bright big eyes curved into a crescent shape, revealing a small white tooth, and her radiant face met Gong Jing Sheng's cold face like frost. She lightly coughed and said: "I'm 18 years old this year, my family is in H city, China, what's the point of asking these questions?"
"Damn it! You're only eighteen?! Gong Jing Sheng's eyes flashed with annoyance, elegantly crossing his legs, and his bright, narrow eyes moved away from Yin Xiang's brightly lit face: "Listen, remember every word I say next. From now on, you'll call me Sheng. Starting now, you're my fiancée. When attending Grandmother's 80th birthday party, your task is to play the role of a fiancée with all your might."
"No problem, I used to act in plays at school and even won awards." Yin Xiang lowered her head to look at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger, showing regret. Unintentionally, she raised her head and saw that Gong Jing Sheng's hand was still bleeding. She hesitated for a moment before taking out a handkerchief from her pocket and gently took Gong Jing Sheng's injured hand, saying: "Don't hurt yourself, if she loves you, she definitely wouldn't want to see you hurting yourself."
Listening to his words, Gong Jing Sheng's large hand momentarily stiffened as he gazed at Yin Xiang who was diligently bandaging him with her head lowered, a bitter curve rising at the corner of his lips...
As expected by Yin Xiang, Gong Jing Sheng was going to give her a complete makeover, but what she didn't expect was that the people who were styling her, who looked like transvestites, were actually internationally renowned stylists, makeup artists, and fashion coordinators. This left Yin Xiang somewhat stunned. Although she had been in this luxurious villa for over two hours, she still felt like she was dreaming, until she heard a man's high-pitched voice, which sounded like he was being strangled, say: "She's ready, you can take her to see Master Sheng now." Only then did she remind herself that this wasn't a dream, and followed the assistant out, walking awkwardly in her uncomfortable high heels.
In the extremely luxurious living room, Gong Jing was lazily sitting on a dark red sofa, putting down the magazine in his hand, and a hint of impatience flashed across his handsome face. Behind him, the sound of high heels echoed from the stairs, he furrowed his brow and turned his head, a flash of stunning beauty crossed his eyes.
