145: Chapter 145 My Husband Isn't as Interesting as Math

Zhao Qingyan hadn't brought a backpack when she went out, but that didn't mean she wasn't carrying a bag.

She was carrying a small crossbody bag, a very understated but by no means cheap Italian brand—Valextra.

Of course, her roommates certainly wouldn't recognize this brand.

After all, it wasn't a household name like Gucci or LV, so other than thinking it looked nice, they hadn't asked much about it.

But even if they didn't recognize it, Shen Weiyue, that transmigrator, certainly did.

In his past life, during a blind date, a self-proclaimed tasteful older bachelorette had opened with: "If you want to go on a date with me, you need to show me your sincerity. How about this: go buy me a Valextra bag, and I'll consider giving us a chance."

What was Director Shen supposed to do? Naturally, he told her to go to hell.

What a fucking idiot of a woman, asking for luxury goods right off the bat. She should take a look at her own pathetic face; even carrying a designer bag, she looked like she was sporting a knockoff.

But for a girl like Zhao Qingyan, even if she were carrying a knockoff, people would assume it was the real deal.

Nothing else to it; it was just her temperament.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyan reached a small hand into her cherry blossom pink mini bag to pull out her phone. She had intended to sneak a photo of Shen the Donkey's back, but she had forgotten to turn off the camera shutter sound.

Consequently, her phone let out a 'click', and Shen Weiyue realized she was taking a picture.

"Hey, are you taking a picture of me?"

"No! I'm taking a picture of the scenery."

Zhao Qingyan's face felt a little warm, but fortunately, she was able to maintain her composure, so she didn't end up blushing.

Shen Weiyue let out an 'oh' and looked approvingly at her outfit, saying, "That bag really suits you. Zhao the Fox, you have quite a girlish heart."

"My uncle bought it for me when we went to Hong Kong last time," Zhao Qingyan said, calmly taking a photo of the scenery while adding, "Uncle said it wasn't expensive, and I don't really know anything about these things."

Shen Weiyue smiled and didn't say anything more.

A mini bag starting at ten or twenty thousand wasn't expensive?

It seems her uncle is quite loaded!

Zhao Qingyan looked indifferently at the hand he was still holding, then looked at him. Shen Weiyue, acting as if he hadn't noticed, swung their joined hands and said earnestly:

"Your palms are sweating; you must be even more tired than before. It's fine, don't worry about me. I have plenty of strength, I can pull you!"

The little fox pouted slightly and huffed, but she didn't refuse.

Seeing how well-behaved she looked, Shen Weiyue felt an urge to throw caution to the wind and pull her into his arms; his other free hand was already raised.

Zhao Qingyan looked suspiciously at the hand he was reaching out with, stepped back slightly, and tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

"Don't move, you have something in your hair. Let me get it off for you."

Shen Weiyue calmly reached over, placed a small leaf he had surreptitiously plucked onto her head, and then removed it.

"There, a leaf."

"Oh."

Zhao Qingyan caught a glimpse of a faint green mark on his fingernail and shot him a thoughtful look.

What a scheming donkey!

Shen Weiyue flicked the leaf away without changing his expression and shamelessly continued to walk forward while holding her hand, looking quite spirited as he held her little hand.

Before long, the two of them had climbed up onto the Great Wall.

Over the past millennium, through the changing of the seasons, this gray dragon that had witnessed the rise and fall of the nation had always wound its way across the peaks of thousands of mountains, making everyone who stepped onto the back of this giant dragon feel a surge of heroism.

Shen Weiyue touched the wall bricks, the vast vista before him stirring his emotions.

"Looking beyond the Great Wall, only vastness remains; the great river flows no more... It's truly magnificent."

Zhao Qingyan stood quietly by his side, also staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

"It's a pity it isn't snowing; otherwise, it would be even more fitting. Zhao the Fox, when it snows, shall we come here again?"

"Oh?"

"I want to walk in the snow with you."

"Okay."

Zhao Qingyan immediately recalled the night before the College Entrance Exam at The First High School, when students were tearing up books and throwing paper, and the words Shen Weiyue had spoken.

If we walk in the snow together today, it counts as growing old together in this lifetime.

Her calm, silent heart suddenly rippled, softening uncontrollably.

Sigh, how annoying.

Why is it that every time I face this donkey, I just can't bring myself to be cruel?

Shen Weiyue heard her agreement and was overjoyed, striking while the iron was hot: "I don't know if it will snow on New Year's Day, but it doesn't matter. At worst, I'll just pick a weekend to come over. We have to see the snow together."

Zhao Qingyan looked at him with her serene eyes, and seeing him smile at her, she unexpectedly felt a great deal of anticipation.

The two stood together, naturally a golden boy and jade girl. There weren't many people on the Great Wall at this moment, but everyone who passed by couldn't help but take a second look.

"Shen Weiyue, what are your ambitions?" A moment later, Zhao Qingyan suddenly asked.

"I want the heavens to no longer be able to obscure my eyes, I want the earth to no longer be able to bury my heart, I want all living beings to understand my intent, I want all the Buddhas to vanish into smoke..."

"??? Speak human."

"Uh, I want to be Boss Shen!"

"Boss Shen?"

"Yes, the world-famous kind."

With his beauty in hand, Shen Weiyue felt heroic and grand. He waved his hand and said, "Within ten years, I want everyone to know my name and become the sugar daddy that all men envy!"

"..."

"So, Zhao the Fox, what about you? What are your ambitions?"

"I want to be a scientist and achieve success in academia," Zhao Qingyan replied, though thinking of her uncle's words, she couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.

Uncle wants me to take over for him and manage his business in the future, but I really don't like it.

Shen Weiyue smiled wickedly: "That's it? Don't you want to find a good husband?"

"Heh." Zhao the Fox shot him a cold look. "Husbands are not as interesting as math."

"Husbands are very interesting. They're warm in winter and cool in summer..."

"That's central air conditioning." Zhao Qingyan looked at their joined hands again and said indifferently, "We're already up here, aren't you going to let go?"

"The road is still long. I'm afraid of heights, so this gives me a sense of security."

Shen Weiyue said shamelessly, ignoring the look of disgust on Zhao Qingyan's face. He just wasn't going to let go.

Such an obedient fox—he'd managed to hold her hand through his own efforts, why on earth would he let go?

They walked a bit further, and the cold wind from the mountaintop blew over. Shen Weiyue suddenly stopped, looked at her seriously, and asked, "It's windy, are you cold?"

Zhao Qingyan was sharp-minded and guessed that this donkey was up to his tricks again. He might be trying to pull that cliché stunt where a guy takes off his clothes for a girl, so she shook her head and said, "No, I'm not cold."

"Then take off your clothes and give them to me, okay? I'm cold!"

"???"

The fox's breath hitched. This guy was so shameless.

"Shen Weiyue! I'm only wearing a sweater. What am I supposed to take off for you? How can you even say that!"

"Didn't you say you weren't cold?"

"That doesn't... Ah???"

Just as she was getting angry, Zhao Qingyan was suddenly pulled into Shen Weiyue's arms. Her mind went blank and dazed, and Shen Weiyue's voice rang in her ear:

"Like this, I won't be cold anymore."

This guy took advantage of her and had a warped excuse for everything. What a scoundrel!

Zhao Qingyan could no longer keep her composure, especially since Shen Weiyue was holding her so tightly, so forcefully, so insistently...

She angrily pinched the flesh on his waist and gave it a hard twist.

Shen Weiyue grimaced, let go, and begged for mercy: "Ouch, ouch, ouch, I'm dying, I'm dying. Great Fox Spirit, please withdraw your divine powers..."

"Shen Weiyue! Keep your bad thoughts to yourself. I'm not a three-year-old girl. I told you long ago not to have any ideas about me..."

"Alright, alright, let go, I don't have any now."

Shen Weiyue begged repeatedly, and Zhao Qingyan finally let go. But to her surprise, the very next second, he took the hand he had just released back into his own.

He didn't dare hug her anymore, but he was still going to hold her hand.

She really couldn't do anything about him!