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After saying this, Lu Cong took her hand.

The study was on the second floor, an entire wall was lined with books, and one side was a floor-to-ceiling window, making the room feel particularly spacious and bright.

The desk was set up in front of the window. Lu Cong walked over, opened the laptop, inputted the password, and soon, an exquisite screensaver appeared on the screen.

Murong Qian recognized it at a glance, it was a poster she had shot for a previous endorsement.

She was surprised that this guy actually set her poster as his wallpaper, he had quite the taste.

She slightly tugged at her lips, and when he was still sitting in the boss chair, she suddenly leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Thank you, my Dr. Lu.”

Lu Cong was stunned for a moment, but as he reacted, he quickly turned the chair, scooped her onto his lap, and kissed her back, “You’re welcome, my little darling.”

After he spoke, he gave her waist a little squeeze, “The computer is ready for you, go ahead and use it.”

Murong Qian glanced at him subconsciously, “So you… aren’t going to stand up?”

“I’m good here.”

He had nothing to do today anyway, and didn’t mind being a chair for her.

Seeing his insistence, Murong Qian thought for a moment, didn’t say anything more but adjusted her sitting position for his convenience, fearing he might be uncomfortable.

Seeing this, the glint behind Lu Cong’s glasses shimmered, overflowing with charm.

“Baby, what do you plan to do on my computer?”

Just as Murong Qian’s hands reached the keyboard, Lu Cong asked curiously.

However, rather than answering him, Murong Qian keyed in a URL and entered the site.

The site was completely in English, but Lu Cong recognized it—it was a widely-used social networking platform abroad, where many celebrities often shared their updates.

Murong Qian, being a top-tier actress herself, was of course active on it—she generally updated it every couple of days.

Lu Cong had no prior interest in these social media platforms, but getting to know Murong Qian, he registered an account in order to learn more about her and occasionally liked and commented on her posts.

“Baby, you’re such a hard-working idol.”

Presuming that Murong Qian was about to post an update, Lu Cong couldn’t help but compliment her.

However, the account she logged into was not the officially verified ‘MUMU’, but a smaller account ‘MISS.Qian’ that only had a few dozen followers.

Lu Cong furrowed his brows, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this account. Moreover, this feeling of familiarity deepened after seeing the first picture from Murong Qian’s private album.

It was a picture of Murong Qian sitting on a beach, smiling at the camera.

She looked pure and beautiful in the photo, her face still had a childish softness—it must have been taken several years ago.

The picture quality was poor but the beauty of the girl shone through regardless—making even the rough camera work feel like a high-quality shoot.

So beautiful, so beautiful…

For a moment, Lu Cong felt a hint of jealousy towards the photographer who took the picture.

However, before he had a chance to comment, Murong Qian clicked on the second picture.

It was still a picture from a few years back, still taken on the beach. But instead of being a solo shot, there were now two people in the picture…

No, to be precise, the picture frame caught the face of the girl and the hand of a man.

The girl was smiling sweetly, the man’s hand was resting on her face, pinching her cheek.

From their intimacy, it was not difficult to guess the relationship between the two.

Obviously, the pictures were taken by the man, and he—should be the one she had loved so deeply, the one she couldn’t forget…

As he thought of this, Lu Cong’s heart felt heavy, a feeling of sourness quickly spreading.

He had always known that he wasn’t her first lover, and he was well aware of her unforgettable past. He thought he could be fine with that, but at this moment, seeing the photos, he realized he was more possessive than he expected.

But what about her?

She was looking at intimate photos with her ex-boyfriend right in front of him, what was she thinking?

Did she regret it?

Did she no longer want to be with him and planned to use these photos to provoke him to let her go?

The more Lu Cong thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, his hand gradually loosening its grip around her waist.

Taking a deep breath, he said somewhat unnaturally, “I’ll go downstairs to check if your clothes have been delivered.”

After saying that, he was about to help her stand up from his lap. To his surprise, Murong Qian stopped him, “Didn’t you just make a call? It wouldn’t arrive so quickly.”

In fact, she was a bit anxious herself.

As she remembered, Lu Cong was in this album. But strangely, after flipping through so many photos, she still couldn’t find him.