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Financial Independence through Cracked Apps-Chapter 111 - 107: Part 2
"Care for a drink?"
Lin Shen chuckled and stood up. He casually picked up the bouquet of roses from the opposite sofa, brought it over to Qin Yuenan, and asked softly,
"Do you like them?"
"..."
Qin Yuenan instinctively hugged the roses Lin Shen had given her. The bright red petals were still dotted with tiny dewdrops, and a rich fragrance washed over her.
She took a soft breath in, then slowly exhaled. Her pounding heart was suddenly enveloped in a deep sense of warmth and happiness.
She had never imagined she would be treated like this.
Before, she had only ever scrolled past similar pictures and videos online, and she’d always thought the girls who were moved to tears were being overly dramatic.
But now that she was the one in the story, Qin Yuenan suddenly felt a rush of emotion that made her eyes sting.
A woman’s sentimentality is a double-edged sword.
She might come to hate someone over the smallest details, but she could also fall completely in love with them for the very same reason.
In that moment, Qin Yuenan finally understood completely.
Lin Shen had known all along what would happen tonight and had prepared a surprise in advance.
His calm demeanor had just been a cover for this.
’He’s actually this thoughtful toward me...’
Qin Yuenan bit her lip, trying hard to control her emotions.
Then she looked up, her captivating eyes gazing at Lin Shen as she asked softly,
"You prepared this for me?"
"Is there a third person involved here?"
Lin Shen chuckled teasingly and, as if by magic, pulled a bag from behind his back. His tone was slightly hesitant.
"I’m confident about everything else, but I’m not sure if you’ll like this bag..."
"A Chanel Classic Flap?"
"You know it?"
Seeing Lin Shen’s stunned expression, Qin Yuenan couldn’t help but reveal a triumphant smile that said, ’Finally, I got to surprise you for a change.’
"Because I love this bag."
"That’s good, then."
Lin Shen breathed a sigh of relief. As he placed the bag in Qin Yuenan’s hands, he smoothly took her hand and promised,
"I’ll get you an even better one next time."
"This one is already the best."
Qin Yuenan smiled faintly, feeling as if she had smiled more today than in the past few years combined.
"I’m going to go change."
"Okay."
Qin Yuenan carried the flowers into the bedroom, placed them on the bed, and started snapping photos furiously before smugly sending them to Zhao Jianing.
She was actually a low-key person who never showed off.
But she couldn’t help it. She was just too excited this time.
It was less about showing off and more about sharing her happiness with others.
Qin Yuenan put down her phone and opened her closet to pick out an outfit.
She found it harder to choose now than ever before.
But thankfully, she had only brought a few outfits, so she didn’t have to agonize over it for too long.
A black, strapless, high-slit long dress paired with strappy high-heeled sandals.
This outfit was actually an evening gown Qin Yuenan had prepared specifically for any banquets she might have to attend.
She even had a small jacket to go with it, meant to cover her rather revealing upper body.
But if she was going to be alone with Lin Shen, there was no need to be so modest. In fact, the more she revealed, the better.
So, Qin Yuenan ditched the small jacket, fully accentuating her fair, swan-like neck and delicate collarbones.
The strapless design even outlined the alluring curve of her bosom.
The dress’s high waist and high slit highlighted Qin Yuenan’s near-perfect waist-to-hip ratio and her long, shapely legs.
And the thin straps of the high heels around her ankles were the perfect finishing touch.
It was elegant and grand, yet undeniably sexy.
And then there was the "special ingredient" Qin Yuenan added just for Lin Shen.
Black stockings!
As Qin Yuenan walked, the sight of her beautiful, stocking-clad legs, flashing in and out of view through the slit in her skirt, was enough to drive any man wild!
’Lin Shen should really like this, right?’
The corners of Qin Yuenan’s mouth curled up slightly. She took out a compact mirror to touch up her makeup lightly, then stood and left the bedroom.
In the living room.
When he saw Qin Yuenan walking gracefully toward him in the black evening gown, Lin Shen shot up from the sofa. The astonishment in his eyes was gradually replaced by a look of sheer awe and fiery passion.
He stood stunned for a long moment before coming to his senses and praising her breathlessly,
"Nan, you look so beautiful tonight!"
"When am I not beautiful?"
Qin Yuenan gave a proud little huff. She sat on the sofa and deliberately crossed her legs, "casually" revealing the sheer black stockings clinging to her skin through the slit of her dress.
When she caught a glimpse of Lin Shen’s eyes widening again, her heart filled with a small sense of triumph, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.
"Where are you looking? Sit down and eat."
"Okay."
Lin Shen withdrew his heated gaze and poured a little red wine for himself and Qin Yuenan.
Having been decanted earlier by the butler, the top-tier Château Latour had lost all its astringency, leaving only an endless, mellow aroma that spread through the living room.
"Cheers!"
After clinking his wineglass with Qin Yuenan’s, Lin Shen thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with a good toast. In the end, he could only chuckle and say,
"Here’s to you, Nan, for successfully finishing these last two days of work."
PFFT—!
Lin Shen’s awkward toast made Qin Yuenan break into a smile. After clinking glasses, she said with a grin,
"Shouldn’t you be celebrating that we’ve both found a beautiful relationship, hm?"
"You’re still the better talker, Nan."
Lin Shen smiled in admiration and then drained his glass of red wine in one go.
Qin Yuenan matched him, finishing her glass as well.
"It tastes wonderful."
Qin Yuenan pursed her lips, savoring the taste of the wine. Then, she picked up her knife and fork to cut into the steak, her voice exceedingly gentle.
"Thank you for preparing all of this for me. This is the happiest night I’ve had in my twenty-eight years."







