This is Love!

Jiang Junyi pushed Wan Qingyun onto the lawn. The tent, picnic blanket, barbecue grill, mini fridge—everything had already been set up.

Fresh and orderly, neat and efficient.

This was the hands-on ability of an older-generation butler!

Uncle Wu was standing in front of the grill, busy with the ingredients.

Streaky pork belly sizzled and dripped oil, while skewers of lamb gave off a mouthwatering aroma.

Even Wan Qingyun, who had always preferred light food, could not help swallowing.

"Young Master, Young Madam, please wait a moment."

Uncle Wu wore a crisp suit, black gloves meant especially for barbecuing on his hands, his hair combed until it shone. He looked exceedingly elegant.

As the Jiang Family's butler, his image, to a certain extent, represented the face of the Jiang Family.

"No rush," Jiang Junyi replied, then turned to look at Wan Qingyun. "Qingyun, do you want to sit on the grass?"

Although this wheelchair had been specially customized, sitting in it for too long was probably still somewhat harmful to the body.

"Okay."

Wan Qingyun nodded, then seemed to think of something, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The next moment, Jiang Junyi picked Wan Qingyun up. As for the plush toy, it had already been placed inside the tent.

He gently set Wan Qingyun down on the grass. The picnic blanket kept out the dirt while preserving the softness of the lawn.

Jiang Junyi also sat down. He let Wan Qingyun rest her head on his leg and lie there comfortably.

Wan Qingyun felt the breeze brush gently over her, the spring sunshine warm and mild, and a sense of ease spread through her whole body.

She raised her hand toward the sky, lightly grasping at something.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Junyi stroked Wan Qingyun's cheek.

"Catching spring."

Jiang Junyi smiled. "How do you catch spring?"

"If I catch you, I've caught all four seasons," Wan Qingyun said softly.

Jiang Junyi was slightly stunned, and his heart began to beat faster.

He lowered his head to face Wan Qingyun. "When did you learn that?"

Wan Qingyun playfully turned her head away. "Hmph, as if you're the only one who knows how to say sweet things."

Jiang Junyi gently stroked Wan Qingyun's brows and eyes. Her slightly reddened ears gave away her shyness. "That was so nice to hear. Reward: one kiss!"

"No! Uncle Wu is still here!" Wan Qingyun hurriedly pressed her two small hands against Jiang Junyi's face.

"Young Madam, if necessary, I can also die for a moment," Uncle Wu said seriously, facing the barbecue grill.

"No need!"

Wan Qingyun broke into a sweat. All she could say was that master and servant really were worthy of each other.

One had no shame, and the other had no regard for his life.

Wan Qingyun let her hands fall, her body relaxing. "Just like this is pretty good."

Sunlight spilled over that elf-like face, and for a moment, Jiang Junyi stared, entranced.

"How can my Qingyun be this pretty?" Jiang Junyi murmured.

Wan Qingyun smiled lightly. "Maybe... it was so I could meet you?"

Jiang Junyi was instantly rendered speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Damn it! Qingyun, who knew how to say sweet things—he liked her so much!!

She simply made him unable to stop.

"Oh my, surely someone isn't getting shy, right?" Wan Qingyun teased.

"Oh, so you're making fun of me?" Jiang Junyi pretended to be furious and unleashed his secret art: the great tickling technique.

A pair of evil big hands reached toward Wan Qingyun's armpits.

Bell-like laughter immediately rang out in all directions, and a warm, sweet atmosphere lingered over that stretch of lawn.

"Food's here~" Uncle Wu carried over two plates and set them on the small table on the picnic blanket.

After putting them down, he took two bottles of drinks from the fridge, opened them, and placed them in front of Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun.

"Young Master, Young Madam, please enjoy."

Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun stopped fooling around. After resting for a bit, they sat up, ready to taste Uncle Wu's cooking.

"Here, hold it properly." Jiang Junyi held Wan Qingyun's small hand and placed a skewer into it, then put a drink in her other hand.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers~"

Influenced by Jiang Junyi, Wan Qingyun seemed full of energy just then.

"Gulp, gulp."

The ice-cold drink slid down their throats, paired with skewers that looked, smelled, and tasted amazing. It was simply heaven on earth.

"Ah~" "Ah~"

The two of them let out satisfied sounds at the same time, then laughed together without meaning to.

Just then, a voice rang out—"A scene like this calls for a song."

Jiang Junyi's body stiffened. He turned back and saw a tall, burly man with a buzz cut and a poker face holding a guitar.

Wang Hao?!

Jiang Junyi pointed at Wang Hao. "You..."

Wan Qingyun grabbed Jiang Junyi. "Ahem, well, I think having music along is pretty nice too. It fits the mood!"

Jiang Junyi gave a helpless smile. By now, how could he not understand what all of this was about?

"Fine. I'll listen to you."

That one "I'll listen to you" made Wan Qingyun's heart feel as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

Ding~ Detected that the Pure Love target's heart is feeling sweet. Pure Love Points +1 +1 +1...

"Deng deng~"

Wang Hao plucked the guitar strings, then shouted, "Qiqi!"

"Coming!"

A figure brimming with energy appeared, and in a few swift moves, set up a drum kit behind Wang Hao.

"Ready... go!"

A melodious and light prelude began, beautiful notes flowing from Wang Hao's fingertips.

"Maybe memories fell into the sea, maybe some things from the past can never return."

"Maybe time will steal away the waiting, maybe love held for so long will still end in parting."

Despite Wang Hao's extremely rugged appearance, he did not mess around at all when he sang. His voice was bright yet gentle, and paired with the guitar, it gave the feeling of a story slowly being told.

It felt like he had already reached seventy or eighty percent of Brother Jie's level.

As the song progressed, the sound of the drums grew fiercer and more surging, just like the emotions in Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun's hearts.

"The dialogue beneath the moon, as innocent as children."

"You asked me several times what that was..."

"This is love—"

"This is love—love~"

Jiang Junyi felt goosebumps rising all over him.

My hair, this kid had a skill like this?!

He's showing off, isn't he!

When the song ended, the two of them were still immersed in the intense emotions the song had burst forth with.

At some point, Jiang Junyi's and Wan Qingyun's hands had clasped tightly together.

Perhaps this was love.

"Clap, clap, clap! Good!" Uncle Wu was the first to cheer, applauding enthusiastically.

The sound pulled Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun's thoughts back. At that moment, they looked at each other and both suddenly realized their fingers were interlocked.

"Ahem!" The two of them each coughed and hurriedly let go, then clapped with loud slaps.

"Good! Uncle Wu, reward them!" Jiang Junyi waved a hand grandly.

Uncle Wu nodded, took a stack of red bills from his chest pocket, and said, "Thank you for the performance."

Wang Hao had just been about to say something when Liang Qiqi, off to the side, looked as if she had spotted treasure, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Uncle Wu! Big bro, retreat!"

Liang Qiqi called out, grabbed the money, and ran.

Of course, the drum kit likewise vanished in a few swift moves.

Wang Hao sighed helplessly and bowed slightly. "I wish you two a pleasant spring outing."

Immediately after, he turned and chased after Liang Qiqi. "Give me half, hey!"

Just then, Jiang Junyi felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes. Wan Qingyun asked in a soft, sticky voice, "You... how do you feel?"

How do I feel?

Jiang Junyi could hardly hide his excitement and took deep breaths like crazy to calm himself down.

I feel so happy I'm about to spiral, explode, and ascend to heaven!!

Of course, he had already realized that Wang Hao, Feng Liuliu, Virgo, and the others had all been arranged by Wan Qingyun.

This girl was using everything she had to respond to his sincere, fervent feelings.

Perhaps it was a little clumsy. Perhaps it had a few flaws.

But—

Love had never withered because of imperfections.

In and of itself, it was perfect.