Qin Yunxi had been troubled lately.
He had tried various methods to please Grace, but she remained unmoved.
He sent her flowers, sports cars, luxury goods, and exquisite small gifts. He even added her name to property deeds, offering to gift her airplanes, yachts, or private islands if she wished.
Unfortunately, Master Qin's wealth failed to win Grace's heart; instead, it only made her colder.
Flowers? She could buy them herself.
Sports cars? Luxury goods? I'm sorry, she didn't care for them, not even a little bit.
So-called luxury cars and goods were merely emotional value peddled by merchants. In her eyes, there was no difference between a 200,000 yuan car and a 2 million yuan car.
The only difference was whether it could save her life in a car accident.
That was the fundamental performance Grace valued in a car.
As for luxurious residences?
Whether it was a super-luxury estate of thousands or tens of thousands of square meters, or a castle with renovations costing hundreds of millions, none were as appealing as her simple two-bedroom apartment in the research institute's staff building.
Firstly, it was close to her workplace, saving her the time wasted on commuting.
Secondly, she was particular about her bed. Only in a familiar scent and environment could she achieve the best sleep quality.
Those empty, desolate villas were merely to satisfy the vanity of some people.
She didn't need them.
Grace was not someone who lived in a world of material desires.
She was very clear about the meaning of life: either be a useful person to human society, or a useful person to the nation.
Qin Yunxi's attempts to use the same tactics on Grace that worked for other women predictably resulted in him being shut out.
However, he was equally clear in his intentions: as the successor to the Qin Group, what he possessed would eventually be hers, and even their children's.
Aside from material possessions, Qin Yunxi also put in other efforts:
For example, he painted a portrait of Grace, measuring 5.20 by 5.20 meters. In his heart, he depicted Grace's unique beauty with vivid detail.
Her kindness, her innocence, her determination, her loyalty and righteousness, she...
In Qin Yunxi's heart, she was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.
Everyone who saw the painting couldn't help but praise it, captivated by the woman's beauty.
Even Miranda set aside her prejudices and gave him a thumbs-up.
Only Grace remained unmoved.
She refused to see him.
She confined herself to her small, cramped room all day, refusing to come out for a meeting.
Qin Yunxi resorted to another tactic. He grabbed a megaphone and swore in front of everyone, "I, Qin Yunxi, promise Grace."
"From this day forward, there will be no other woman."
"As long as you are willing to marry me..."
Before he could finish his grand declaration, Grace stood by the window, put on her headphones in front of him, and drew the curtains.
Qin Yunxi: "?!"
It was as if his profound devotion had been ruthlessly trampled upon by her.
Master Qin choked on a mouthful of blood, nearly developing pulmonary edema.
Ahhhhhh!
So infuriating!
At that moment, a surge of heat rushed to his head, and he almost jumped down the stairs in despair.
Under the setting sun, at a small tavern.
Two men, disheartened in love, sat together drinking to drown their sorrows.
At their feet, bottles were already piled high, who knew how much they had drunk?
"What do you think the reason is?" Qin Yunxi roared at the sky after finishing a bottle, "Everything a man can and cannot do for a woman, the devoted, the thoughtful, I've done it all, so why isn't she even a little moved?"
Was that woman's heart made of stone?
And who said that getting drunk could solve a thousand sorrows? Why did he feel more miserable the more he drank?
Who?
Come out, he promised he wouldn't beat them to death.
Rong Jingyang looked at Qin Yunxi's dejected and resentful expression, glanced at him sideways, and said in a low, teasing voice, "What, only a month, and you can't take it anymore?"
So, being ignored by the one you love felt like this?
Rong Jingyang thought of Du Ruoxin, how had she endured those days and nights when he didn't care about her?