"Pleasant?"
This she knew!
"Brother Shang Sheng, you're so handsome, so dashing..."
"..." Shang Sheng's forehead creased. What's the difference between handsome and dashing?
"Talented, charming, marrying you is a blessing from eighteen lifetimes."
"Enough!" He didn't want to hear her insincere flattery anymore.
Back home, Shang Sheng was processing the events of the evening. Qin Yige didn't dare to disturb him, dutifully taking a shower, browsing her phone, and finally falling asleep.
Shang Sheng remembered Madam Shang's words and took this opportunity to bring up the matter of moving.
At breakfast, the man waited for the girl opposite him to finish eating before speaking. "It's not safe here. They're already targeting me, and it will implicate you."
"So?"
"We need to move."
Qin Yige's mood was complicated. "But Shu Yao is still living here. If we leave, what about her, just a child?"
"You don't need to worry about that. They are targeting me. If you're still concerned, I'll leave a bodyguard."
"They're targeting you, you can just move by yourself!"
The words blurted out of her mouth.
The man raised his eyelids, gave her a faint glance, and replied unhurriedly, "They saw you last night too, so it's not impossible they've also set their sights on you. After all, you are my wife."
"I'm just your wife, I'm not you."
"Perhaps they'll kidnap you to threaten me."
Qin Yige fell silent.
Was she really this unlucky?
"For the next two days, let's focus on the wedding photos. You pick a property you like, and I'll have them move our things."
She vaguely knew where he had properties.
If they absolutely had to move, "Then Langting Mingdi it is!"
She tilted her head and thought for a long time before making the decision.
If they were going to choose, they should choose the best. The complex was located in the CBD of Port City, and it was one of the top properties there, costing at least nine figures.
"Okay. Don't worry about the things, I'll have them moved. We'll start living there from tonight."
"Alright!"
"We can replace everything with new items. Don't bring anything that's not necessary."
Qin Yige said, "Then I'll go over and take a look first. I'll buy whatever is needed later."
"Mm."
After breakfast, they left the complex together.
One went to the company, the other to the new residence.
Langting Mingdi was located at the junction of the CBD and the bustling Yan Shan District. There was a river nearby, not as long as the Port River, but not short either.
The new apartment was on the 22nd floor. Since Shang Sheng bought an entire floor, it was at least five to six hundred square meters. The renovation made it very spacious, and it was a river-view unit with an expansive vista.
Standing on the balcony of the living room, one could see the Shang Group's building. The master bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls.
Besides the master bedroom, there were three secondary bedrooms, a gym, a study, and a kitchen. There were also four bathrooms of various sizes.
After strolling through the secondary bedrooms, one could see the scenery in the four cardinal directions of Port City, which was simply outrageously luxurious.
The walk-in closet in the master bedroom alone was over a hundred square meters. In this prime location, to have such a large walk-in closet, Qin Yige was incredibly envious of herself.
She never expected to live in a place like this.
Of course, living here wasn't a complete surprise; her Qin family could afford a property here with some pooling of resources.
What was surprising was that an entire floor was their territory.
It was all thanks to Shang Sheng; she truly never expected this.
Before they were married, Shang Sheng often stayed at the company, at the Shang family home, or at another villa.
This place hadn't been lived in much after renovation and had been vacant, so it needed quite a few new items.
Qin Yige was excellent at shopping. Her original plan for today was to go to the market to select materials for renovating her studio. After seeing the new apartment, she put the market trip out of her mind and went to a shopping mall instead.
By the time Shang Sheng returned home that evening, she had already placed everything in its rightful place.
After a kiss, while Shang Sheng was sending a message to his grandmother, Qin Yige, curled up on the sofa, shamelessly asked, "Mr. Shang, can you give me the master bedroom?"
"No," he refused decisively.
The girl, already feeling awkward from initiating the conversation, became even more embarrassed, her ears turning red.
She pushed him away and said stubbornly, "Fine, if you don't want to, you don't want to. I don't care."
Not care? She cared desperately about that master bedroom.
At night, turning off the lights and leaving the curtains undrawn, she could see the night view of Port City.
He remained still, putting away his phone, and said indifferently, "The master bedroom belongs to both of us. It's unfair to kick either of us out."
"Do we still have to live together? You have plenty of rooms here."
"Live together. Otherwise, if Grandma comes to check on us and sees we're not sleeping together, how will I explain?"
"That's your problem, don't ask me."
"So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, we'll share a room."
Qin Yige thought about it. It was probably impossible not to live together. She had quite enjoyed sleeping together the past few days.
He didn't have bad habits like snoring or talking in his sleep, so she reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but if you sleep with me, you can't stay up late. If you have to work late, you can sleep in another room."
"Okay."
They reached an agreement. As Shang Sheng got up to go to his room to shower, she suddenly called out to him, "Shang Sheng!"
He looked down.
"Turn around." She gave him a mischievous smile.
He hadn't failed to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes, but he paused for a moment before turning around, presenting his back to her.
Qin Yige stood on the sofa, and with a burst of energy, jumped onto his broad back.
Shang Sheng instinctively reached out to support her hips, preventing her from falling off.
Once she had adjusted her position, she grabbed one of his ears and triumphantly commanded, "Carry me back to the room."
He raised an eyebrow. "Reason."
"Shang Sheng, I'm your wife, and you're my husband, is that enough?" Besides, she had let him kiss her for so long just now, what was wrong with doing a little labor?
The man took a step forward. "Give me another reason."
He didn't like being passive.
"Fine, fine, fine. You're my husband, and I'm your wife."
That was more like it.
She sighed. "Why is it so hard to be the dominant one?"
He was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "You are not equipped for that function."
Qin Yige blurted out without thinking, "The one on top doesn't need to have a certain function."
"..."
Her words made him change his mind. This passive way of doing things... wasn't impossible.
Could Qin Yige say that she regretted it the moment she said it?
Shang Sheng held her hips with one hand, bent down slightly, and with a surge of effort, in her scream, he swung her from his back to his front.
She, who had been clinging to his neck from behind, was now in a position like a sloth, hugging the back of his neck, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, afraid of falling.
Facing each other, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes on hers sparkling with danger and a hint of anticipation. "Want to try?"