Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 259 - 258: Can you give three years?

And not only that, the special ’care’ that he was giving her made her anxious and confused at the same time.

No matter how much absurd things she did, he accepted all of them. Her head was going more and more crazy, her heart was pounding and racing whenever he came near her.

She quickly tried to rush off to work, swinging one leg over the motorbike.

"Eh, where’s my helmet?" She searched around. Then she realized that she had left her helmet back in the house.

Suddenly a shadow covered her. A helmet was placed on her head. Qin Zhuzhu was too stunned to move. Her eyelids flickered violently as the large warm palms placed the helmet on her head gently, then buckling the safety straps up for her.

Shentu Jing stepped back. "You forgot your helmet,"

"Umm.... Yes. Thanks," Qin Zhuzhu touched the strap underneath her chin, feeling warmth and a strange feeling lingering there.

Did he had to give her the helmet in such a flirting way? If he keeps doing that, her face would explode.

"There’s no need for thanks between us," he said solemnly.

Qin Zhuzhu: "...."

What is this? The next step of a relationship???

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. In the end, things had still come to this point. No matter how hard she tried to build a barrier between them, Shentu Jing would always find a hammer to knock it down.

She had had a premonition about all of these, and she had also been prepared, but now that they were here, her brain was empty and her head was thrown into a confused mess.

Suddenly he reached out, his fingers brushed her face. Qin Zhuzhu moved backwards in fright.

"Nothing. Your hair was out of place," he said simply.

"Uh... Okay. I need to get going," with that, she quickly sped off to work without looking back.

After she was out of sight from him, Qin Zhuzhu finally relaxed. She threw herself down on her office chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jingmin knocked and came in.

"The CEO said that there will be a fashion week in Paris. We will be attending it so we must work hard to create stunning dresses!" Jingmin said with so much energy and enthusiasm.

"Great! Tell the others to come to a meeting at 2pm," Qin Zhuzhu replied.

"Okay," Jingmin texted the others. But then she noticed that her leader seemed absent-minded, like there was something bothering her.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?" Jingmin asked worriedly.

"No, I’m okay. Jingmin, are you good in relationships?"

"Huh?" Jingmin was surprised at her question.. What did she meant by that?

"I meant, do you know anything about relationships? Like for lovers? I’m asking for a friend," Qin Zhuzhu rephrased her question.

"Ah!" Finally Jingmin got it. "What is their relationship? I’m good in this! I’ve read thousands of romance novels online so you can count on me!" Jingmin proudly said.

"You see, I have a friend. She’s friends with a man. This man had been trying to persuade her to be with him, but she always refused.

Every night she would think of the man and would dream of him. What’s your advice on this relationship?"

"Hmmm.... Does your friend like him?"

"A little, I think. The level of like between friends," Qin Zhuzhu went on to explain about this ’friend’ and her life experiences while trying to be vague as possible.

"What has the man done for her?" Jingmin continued to ask like a love expert doing an analysis.

"He has done many things. He saved her life multiple times, accompanied her through her saddest and most difficult moments..." When she mentioned that, she started to recall every single thing he had done for her.

"I get it!" Jingmin excitedly said, almost jumping up from her seat.

"Get what?"

"Based on my expert analysis and interpretation of the man, and my experience in romance novels, the man really likes her. No, not like. Love, he loves her. The man would sacrifice himself for her, make her happy even though he can’t handle spicy or oily food, go out of his way to please her. If that’s not love, then what is that? And the girl, you said that she was hurted in her previous relationship. I think she’s falling in love with the man but doesn’t want to admit it. The man’s breaking down her walls one by one, little by little, crawling into her heart. She thinks she’s strong but in fact is vulnerable. Every human has a weakness or two. Aw... What a love story! This would definitely be a top story on Qidian if published!" Jingmin clasped her hands together with a dreamy look.

Qin Zhuzhu was silent as she took in all the details.

"Are you sure it’s not a mental illness?"

"Why would it be? If love was a mental illness, then it’s better to have this illness than live a life like a single dog," Jingmin put a hand over her heart.

Qin Zhuzhu spent a long time at the company, overworking until it was passed midnight.

She drove back to Skyward Peak Residence, her slender figure looked like she was in a daze.

"You’re home. Have you eaten?"

Qin Zhuzhu turned around and came face to face with Shentu Jing.

He looked at with gentle and tender eyes, his voice was soft.

Qin Zhuzhu opened her mouth but when she looked at his face, she couldn’t say a single word, and her originally resolute heart was starting to waver. What she had always thought would never happen, was slowly starting to change...

Jingmin was right; he had broke down all the barriers she had placed around herself. He smashed them with a hammer and now here she was, falling into his arms.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He looked her up and down, concern evident in that dark eyes of his. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Shentu Jing, previously you said you wanted me to consider you. Can you give me three years?" She held up three fingers.