I've Already Snagged a Top-tier Goddess at the Start; I'm Incredibly Wealthy!

46: Eighty years of writing skill is terrifying.”This is a hidden edition! The chances of getting one are incredibly low!”

Liu Qingqin squatted on the floor, pointing with her small fingers as she listed the price and style of every doll as if she knew them by heart.

”Do you like dolls that much? These were left behind by the previous owner; I don’t really understand them.”

Cao Lang rubbed his nose and walked over to Liu Qingqin, squatting down beside her to admire them together.

”Yeah! I’ve bought three myself, but it’s so hard to collect the whole set!”

Liu Qingqin had the heart of a young girl and often followed these cute little figurines.

”How much can one of these little things cost?”

Cao Lang looked at the little dolls, not thinking much of them. To him, they were just plastic toys that cost a few yuan when he was a kid.

”The regular ones are 69 yuan each, and the more expensive ones are 99.”

Cao Lang showed a surprised expression. These little things were so expensive, and since they were sold as blind boxes, you’d have to keep buying them to get a full set.

How was this any different from gambling?

He couldn’t help but complain, ”That really is too expensive. This wall of dolls must be worth tens of thousands. Rich people’s money is so easy to earn!”

As soon as he said this, Liu Qingqin gave Cao Lang a strange look. Weren’t you the rich one?!

He didn’t even blink when transferring 200,000 yuan to her, yet he thought a few tens of thousands for dolls was expensive.

By comparison, it seemed he really did care about her.

Liu Qingqin felt an inexplicable happiness at the thought.

After looking for a long while, she finally tore her gaze away reluctantly.

Entering the living room, the interior design of the Tomson Riviera luxury home was simple yet luxurious. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was an unrivaled river view, with the Huangpu River flowing slowly beneath them.

Liu Qingqin felt as if she had stepped into a movie scene. She took every step carefully, afraid of getting anything dirty.

Her gaze swept across the dining room, and she immediately saw a large bouquet of blooming red roses in the center of the table, so vivid they were refreshing to look at.

”Are these for me?”

Liu Qingqin’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind began to wander, imagining Cao Lang holding the roses and confessing his love to her.

As a young girl, she undoubtedly loved flowers.

”Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll show you my skills,” Cao Lang’s voice interrupted her daydreaming.

”Ah? You know how to cook?” Liu Qingqin was a bit surprised, but then she felt it was a big plus. She quickly followed him. ”Should I help you? I can wash the vegetables!”

Looking at the various vegetables and meats that Chen Yongqiu had already prepared and neatly sliced in the refrigerator, Cao Lang rubbed his chin and said, ”I’ve already prepared everything; it’s in the fridge. You can bring it out.”

”So you prepared everything in advance. That’s so thoughtful.” Liu Qingqin felt especially valued, and her fondness for Cao Lang grew even more.

Liu Qingqin stood by the sink and washed the vegetables carefully once more. Water droplets splashed onto her fair arms, making them look even more delicate. The kitchen was spacious, but with two people busy together, some physical contact was inevitable.

When Cao Lang turned to grab the seasoning, Liu Qingqin also came over to get a plate. They were face to face; one moved left while the other moved right, then one moved right while the other moved left, resulting in neither being able to pass.

Cao Lang was amused and then gentlemanly stepped aside. Liu Qingqin’s face flushed red as she quickly took the plate.

”Be careful, the oil is about to splatter. Don’t get burned,” Cao Lang reminded her, his voice tinged with a smile.

”Mm-hm.” Liu Qingqin lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her ears completely red.

A billionaire personally stir-frying potato shreds for her in a luxury mansion... this scene was something she could only imagine in a ’CEO Falls for Me’ novel, right?

The pan sizzled, and the aroma soon filled the air. The potato shreds were crisp, the tomato and egg stir-fry was an inviting red and yellow, and the pork rib soup emitted a rich meaty fragrance. Although most of the credit went to Chen Yongqiu, Cao Lang’s stir-frying posture looked decent enough.

The two talked and laughed, the atmosphere relaxed and warm. It really felt a bit like a young couple cooking at home.

Soon, several home-cooked dishes were laid out on the table.

”Try it and see how my cooking is.” Cao Lang served her a bowl of rice.

Liu Qingqin picked up some potato shreds with her chopsticks, tasted them carefully, and her eyes curved into crescents. ”Delicious! It’s so good! You’re amazing!”

Cao Lang felt flattered and took a bite himself.

The taste was just average; it even felt a bit bland.

Has this girl never eaten stir-fried potato shreds before?

It was just ordinary home-cooked food... In reality, Liu Qingqin’s filter for Cao Lang was just too strong.

In her heart, Cao Lang was a wealthy man who never lifted a finger for chores. To specifically stir-fry potato shreds like this for her was definitely giving her a lot of face.

The atmosphere was perfect.

Above was a Swarovski crystal chandelier, below was the nationally famous Tomson Riviera, behind was the prime center of Magic City, and in front was a down-to-earth, low-profile young master.

Even though this meal was just potato shreds and tomato stir-fried eggs, it left Liu Qingqin feeling dazed, as if she were in a dream.

At the end, the two of them cleaned up together. Cao Lang put the dishes in the dishwasher, while Liu Qingqin diligently wiped the table.

It was a typical case of a man and a woman working together, making the work effortless.

The premise of that saying is that the man has feelings, the woman has intent, and they both desire each other’s bodies for it to hold true.

”Hey, do you know? Someone copied the text from your social media post and it went viral on TikTok!”

Liu Qingqin suddenly thought of a new topic and shared it excitedly with Cao Lang.

This reminded Cao Lang that he still had a skill, [Eighty Years of Writing Prowess], that he hadn’t used yet.

”Qingqin, how are your essay-writing skills?”

”Essays? I hate writing essays the most! That’s why I really admire guys who are good at it.”

”Then come here. I suddenly have some inspiration.”

Cao Lang naturally took Liu Qingqin’s soft little hand and led her toward the study.

When Cao Lang held her hand, Liu Qingqin’s breath hitched and her heart pounded wildly, letting him pull her along.

Arriving in the study, Cao Lang turned on the computer, created a text document on the desktop, and began to type.

Liu Qingqin stood behind Cao Lang, curiously watching to see what kind of essay he was going to write.

It had been so long since graduation; could someone really still write an essay?

Title:

”A Letter to Liu Qingqin”

...Cao Lang wrote eloquently, his thoughts flowing like a spring. His style was sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp, moving with ease and grace. He wrote extremely fast, the words forming effortlessly.

”This is... this is a love letter written for me!”

Seeing Cao Lang type out a brilliantly written love letter right in front of her, Liu Qingqin covered her mouth in emotion.

Oh my god!

This was too romantic, and it was written so well!

Not a single word was deleted or changed; the entire text flowed like a piece of smooth, beautiful jade.

”Even if someone who could write such beautiful words was an ugly monster, I would still accept him!”

The more Liu Qingqin read, the more she loved it. The content of the love letter recounted their meeting through livestream tips to their kiss while watching a horror movie, from their views on love to their views on life, from history to the future, from astronomy to geography, and from mathematics to philosophy!

In short, it was a perfect love letter that had already transcended worldly desires. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece that would be passed down to future generations!

Eighty Years of Writing Prowess—truly terrifying!

Cao Lang was a bit tired from writing. He looked back and saw the girl was moved to the point of tears, so he took the opportunity to pull Liu Qingqin into his arms.

Liu Qingqin wiped her tears and hugged Cao Lang tightly, but her small head was still turned toward the computer screen, immersed in his love letter.

”This love letter has no ending. Shall we finish writing it together slowly in the future?”

”Sob, sob... It’s so romantic. Such a great love letter was actually written for me. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life completing the second half with you!”

Liu Qingqin was moved to tears, her arms tightly encircling Cao Lang as she pressed her body close to his.

Hiss!

This was too much; Cao Lang’s heart wavered.

Taking the chance, he leaned down and kissed her... (Reminder: The website will be updated soon, which may cause reading progress to be lost. Please save your ’Bookshelf’ and ’Reading Records’ in time—screenshots are recommended. We apologize for any inconvenience!)