Young Master Qiu

Though the youth before her was not particularly handsome, his features were sharply defined, his entire body streamlined as though sculpted—one bit more and he would be fat, one bit less and he would be thin. Two utterly different temperaments, stillness and motion, lay dormant within him without the slightest conflict, making him exceptionally pleasing to look at.

Especially those pitch-black eyes—deep and bright, carrying a steadiness and maturity that did not quite match his age. One could not help but become immersed in them at a glance.

"Miss Shen, my name is Nie Yun. I'm Min Xixi's friend!"

Unaware that Shen Jiarong had already formed an opinion of him after that one look, Nie Yun smiled, stepped forward, and extended his hand.

"Uh... Nie Yun, Shen Jiarong never shakes hands with strange men. Sorry, I forgot to tell you beforehand..."

Seeing his gesture, Min Xixi blushed and hurriedly whispered to him. It seemed she had long known this rule but had not had the chance to mention it. Yet before she could finish speaking, her eyes widened.

Shen Jiarong, who never shook hands with men, unexpectedly extended her slender jade-like hand with perfect ease and clasped Nie Yun's.

"Nie Yun. That's a lovely name. It's an honor to meet you. Since you're Xixi's friend, you're my friend as well. Just call me Jiarong!"

"Uh..."

Hearing Shen Jiarong's introduction, Min Xixi was so shocked her jaw nearly hit the floor again.

Previously, a promising young man from Nine Yang City had merely called her "Jiarong," and she had refused to receive guests for three months because of it. How had she, after seeing this youth only once, taken the initiative to let him call her "Jiarong"?

"You're too kind, Miss Shen!"

If that alone had surprised her, then when Nie