Soon.
The contracts were already prepared.
Shen Xizhou and Shi Qingyin were both extremely cautious. They went through the documents line by line, scrutinizing every clause, afraid that even the smallest loophole might be hidden inside. Only after confirming that there were no traps did they finally feel at ease.
Even so, Shen Xizhou still felt uneasy. He lifted his gaze and looked directly at Qin Heye.
“Mr. Qin,” he asked, his tone restrained but probing, “why are you transferring this piece of land so easily?”
This land was on the verge of development. Under normal circumstances, no one would give it up lightly.
Yet Qin Heye had agreed without hesitation.
Even Qin Group and Old Master Qin had raised no objections.
Was there really no hidden scheme behind this?
Qin Heye turned his head and looked at Shi Ning. His eyes softened instantly, gentle and indulgent.
“If she wants it,” he said calmly, “then I’ll give it to her.”
After that, he lifted his eyes and glanced coldly at Shen Xizhou.
“I’m just being a husband who listens to his wife.”
Then, as if the matter were trivial, he added, “Besides, a mere ten-billion-yuan plot of land is worth it if it takes a few extra billions to make my wife happy.”
In just three short sentences, Qin Heye perfectly embodied the image of a man hopelessly devoted to his wife.
At the same time, he also displayed the casual arrogance of the richest man—money meant nothing to him.
A few tens of billions were insignificant. What mattered was Shi Ning’s happiness.
He wasn’t deliberately provoking Shen Xizhou. He was simply speaking his truth.
Shi Ning turned her head, leaned in, and kissed Qin Heye on his handsome cheek.
“My husband is the best,” she said sweetly. “I love him the most.”
Qin Heye lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“In this world,” he murmured, “nothing compares to Aning’s smile.”
Watching from the side, Shi Qingyin was nearly consumed by jealousy.
Qin Heye spoiled Shi Ning to an outrageous degree.
If Shi Ning wanted the stars and the moon, he would probably order rockets to be built, find a planet, name it after her, and leave her name carved on the moon.
This was how the truly rich plucked stars and moons.
But it didn’t matter.
Soon enough, she would receive this kind of treatment too.
Shi Qingyin turned to Shen Xizhou and urged him, “The contract looks fine. Sign it. We should start construction as soon as possible.”
Shen Xizhou searched for flaws again but found none. In the end, the only explanation was Qin Heye’s complete lack of boundaries when it came to Shi Ning.
He also believed that Qin Heye’s luck as the richest man had already peaked.
Soon, it would be his turn.
Fortune favored the bold.
Shen Xizhou quickly signed his name and stamped the contract.
Then he looked at Qin Heye and urged, “Mr. Qin, please sign as well.”
Qin Heye finished reading the contract, confirmed there were no issues, and then handed the pen to Shi Ning instead.
“Your name.”
Shi Ning looked at him in surprise. “You’re planning to give me Plot No. 7?”
Qin Heye nodded calmly. “Yes. A belated third wedding anniversary gift.”
Shi Ning’s cheeks flushed. “Didn’t you already order a gold chain?”
It was a custom-made piece for her, and she hadn’t even seen it yet.
Meanwhile, the comments section was inexplicably excited—though no one could quite tell what they were so thrilled about.
Qin Heye smiled at her. “Who said you can only receive one gift?”
He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, his voice low and intimate.
“I want to hold Aning at the very top of the world,” he said, “and let everyone know that Qin Heye is unworthy of Shi Ning.”
He wanted to give her absolute security.
The deepest love.
And more money than she could ever need.
Shi Ning felt as though his words had set off fireworks in her heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
She could hear her heartbeat clearly.
Every unspoken word overflowed with love.
Moved and flustered, Shi Ning looked at him and said, “Qin Heye, you’re such a fool! Aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with your money?”
The black-gold card (a high-limit luxury bank card symbolizing elite status), the house under his name, and now even the priceless Plot No. 7—he had handed everything to her.
He really wasn’t afraid at all.
Qin Heye tightened his grip on her hand, their fingers interlacing.
“If you ever decide to run away,” he said softly, “remember to take me with you. I can be your bodyguard, your chef, your—”
He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something only the two of them could hear.
Shi Ning’s face instantly turned red.
She shot him a glare—soft, charming, and full of shy reproach.
Under his intense gaze, she finally signed her name.
Anyway, she had no intention of divorcing Qin Heye.
So whether the property was under her name or his made no difference.
If he wasn’t afraid of her taking everything and leaving, why should she be afraid?
Shen Xizhou looked up just in time to see their intimate exchange.
His heart clenched violently, a sharp pain stabbing through his chest.
For a fleeting moment, he felt that the land wasn’t so important after all.
But the thought vanished just as quickly.
With money and power, everything could still be controlled.
Shi Qingyin watched from the side, jealousy gnawing at her heart.
Qin Heye had given Shi Ning that land so effortlessly.
Yet Shen Xizhou still demanded that she contribute five hundred million yuan!
Comparison truly was the thief of joy.
But it didn’t matter.
Shi Ning wouldn’t be smug for long.
…
Both contracts were officially signed.
Shi Ning and her group went to the relevant departments to complete the remaining procedures and wait for the official stamps.
Only then did Shen Xizhou’s long-suspended heart finally settle, confidence radiating from him.
“Mr. Qin,” he said with a smile, “I hope we’ll have more pleasant cooperation in the future. When the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Plot No. 15 is held, you and Ningning can come together to cut the ribbon.”
Qin Heye’s expression remained indifferent.
“Hm.”
It was obvious he didn’t take Shen Xizhou seriously at all.
Shen Xizhou’s face stiffened briefly, but he quickly turned to Shi Ning with a smile.
“This time, it’s all thanks to Ningning’s mediation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to secure Plot No. 15. Ningning has really done so much for me.”
The words were laced with deliberate provocation—subtly sowing discord.
As if reminding Qin Heye that Shi Ning liked him, that everything she did was for his sake.
And that Qin Heye was merely someone she was humoring.
Thinking this way made Shen Xizhou feel even more assured.
“I’m very grateful to Ningning and Mr. Qin,” he added. “Let me treat you both to dinner tonight.”
As he spoke, Shen Xizhou extended his hand toward Qin Heye, intending to shake it.
But Qin Heye didn’t even spare him a glance.
Instead, he looked down at Shi Ning and asked gently, “Wife, what do you want to eat today?”
Shi Ning smiled at him, her eyes curving into crescents.
“Our honeymoon.”
“Hm?” Qin Heye looked slightly confused.
As if performing magic, Shi Ning pulled out two plane tickets from her bag and placed them on the table with a crisp sound.
“I already bought the tickets,” she said. “We’re leaving now. Seven days.”
She looked up at the still-stunned Qin Heye and waved the tickets in front of him.
“Don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?”
She had already checked his schedule with Pei Qianhuo (Qin Heye’s trusted subordinate/assistant) and arranged for him to finish all important work in advance.
She had deliberately set aside seven days to make up for the honeymoon they never had three years ago.
A surprise.
She wanted to slowly make up for everything they had missed.
Qin Heye snapped out of his daze, bent down, and scooped Shi Ning into his arms, striding away without hesitation.
His usually cool voice was now filled with excitement and anticipation.
“I do,” he said firmly. “Perfect timing to use the third wedding anniversary gift I gave you.”
The gold chain he had custom-made for her.
Shi Ning was completely baffled.
???
What did a honeymoon have to do with a gold chain?
Did Qin Heye misspeak?
Shouldn’t it be “put it on her”?
Why did he say “use it”?
Unable to figure it out, she decided not to think about it.
She would find out soon enough.
After all, it was going to be a sweet honeymoon—just the two of them, with no interruptions.
Feeling shy and full of anticipation, Shi Ning buried her face against Qin Heye’s chest.