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"What do you think you are doing?" Yang Zi asked, pushing his chest away when Yifeng tried to kiss her earlobe. 

"Fulfilling your wish?" Yifeng said seriously. He fought back the urge to laugh when he saw her bewildered expression.

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"I never asked you to kiss me. I had instead asked you to give me hints on where we are going to," Yang Zi said, still pushing Yifeng chest away.

"What you said does not matter. To me you are throwing these tantrums because you want hubby to....," 

"You have lost it," Yang Zi cut him short as she struggled to free herself from his firm grip. After two minutes of struggling, she did it.

Yang Zi quickly hurried along the footpath after she successfully freed herself. 

"Hey beauty, wait up. You are gonna get lost," Yifeng shouted after her. He quickened his pace to catch up with her, but Yang Zi continued walking fast.

How could he ever think of doing that in this place?

Yang Zi thought, shaking her head in fear when she recalled what Yifeng tried to do to her earlier.

After two minutes\' walk, Yang Zi halted when she saw a house in the middle of the huge flower field.

"What is a house doing here?" Yang Zi mumbled, as she stared at the one storey building in surprise. Yifeng finally caught up to her.

"Welcome to my little world, Zi Er," Yifeng said, spreading his hands.

"It\'s yours?" Yang Zi asked, as she turned and stared at him for explanations.

"Yes, it\'s mine. It was my 13th year birthday gift from my mum and dad. It\'s beautiful, right?" Yifeng asked, staring at her.

"Wow! Your 13th-year-old birthday present from your parents?" Yang Zi asked, as she turned and stared at the house before she shifted her gaze back to him. 

"It\'s exceptional!" Yang Zi said, smiling.

"I also thought it was fabulous when my mum and dad blindfolded my eyes and brought me here," Yifeng said, smiling back at her.

"From my perspective, it is the best gift a parent can give to a child," Yang Zi said. She could still remember that on her 13th birthday, she, her grandma and sister were still mourning her dad who died six months before her birthday. Her 13th birthday wasn\'t special like his.

"I also thought it was the best gift until...,"

"Does that mean this it\'s not the best gift to you anymore?" Yang Zi cut him short sharply when she heard him used the past tense for the house.

"It\'s not. Just until about a year ago, I still thought it was the best gift my parents have ever given me, not until they sent you come my way. You are the best gift my parents have ever given me and I will cherish this last gift until my dying breath," Yifeng said, as he quickly closed the gap between them.

"I am more special than this fabulous and priceless scenery?" Yang Zi asked rhetorically, pointing her fingers at the field and house.

"Wow! This is the best words I have heard all my life. No man has ever accorded such importance to me. Thank you," Yang Zi said, tearing up. Since the day Yifeng first confessed his feelings for her, he always treated her like she was some priceless jewel. There was no moment she spent with him he doesn\'t make her feel like she is the best woman on the planet.

"Thank you, Feng. Thank you so much," Yang Zi said, as she instantly embraced him. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged him.

"Thank you so much too, Zi Er. You have not only made me realise how wonderful it feels to love someone, but you have also made me feel how amazing it feels to receive love," Yifeng said, caressing her back.

"A year ago, I thought there was hope for me to be rescued, but that changed when I met you. You have showed me how fabulous life can be and I want to spend every second of my life with you," Yifeng said, slowly unwrapping his hands around her body.

"No tears today, Ok?" Yifeng said. He used his fingers to wipe her tears.

"Sorry, I just can\'t control my tears," Yang Zi said, trying to blow the tears dry with her hands.

"How about you smile instead? You look extraordinarily beautiful when you smile so just smile for me, hmm?" Yifeng coaxed, as he tickled her.

"That is it," Yifeng said, smiling along with her.

"Let\'s look inside," Yifeng said, as he dragged her along with him. When he got to the door, he used his spare keys to open the brown-coloured door.

"Paint, canvas and brushes? I guess this must have been your painting ground," Yang Zi said, as she took a tour around the room.

"You are correct. My mum and dad specifically made this place for me because they thought I needed to be around such quiet and beautiful scenery to concentrate on my painting. They planted every single flower you saw out there for 2 years with me on their mind," Yifeng said, as he followed her lead.

"Your parents planted those flowers alone without the help of anyone? That is amazing," Yang Zi thought in amazement. When Yifeng told her his parent gave him the place as his birthday gift, it never crossed her mind that Mr and Mrs Li were the ones who planted those mountain of flowers for their son.

"They planted and secretly took care of this place for two years. I and Chen did not know about this until my 13th birthday," Yifeng said, beaming when he recalled how happy he was when his parent showed him this place.

"For them to have done this for you, this shows they all loved you more than you could have ever imagined...,"

"That is why I was never myself after their death. I was broken beyond repair and I still am. I miss them terribly. After their death, I never held the brush again because paintings always reminded me of them," Yifeng said soberly.

"What about the painting you gave me?" Yang Zi asked, curious as she turned and gazed at him.

"You are the first person I have ever drawn again after my parents\' death," Yifeng said meekly. As he speaks, his lovely eyes never left her body for a second.

"Wow! I feel honoured and for the person who stopped painting for many years you truly deserve the title of the prodigy artist that you were awarded with," Yang Zi said, giving him a thumbs up.

"You could say that again," Yifeng said proudly before he walked to the right side of the room where many paintings were wrapped in white wrapping papers.

"Can I check out your work?" Yang Zi asked, staring at Yifeng, who bent to pick one of the wrapped painting.

"I brought you here to show you the kind of man your hubby truly is so you can open any of the paintings," Yifeng said, as he passed her the painting he picked.

"I will also show you what type of amazing lady your woman is soon," Yang Zi said, beaming at him. She placed the painting on a nearby table and gently unwrapped the painting. As she unwrapped the painting, her eyes glittered in anticipation. 

"Wow! What an amazing landscape," Yang Zi exclaimed in astonishment as she took turns staring at the painting and Yifeng. She has always known that Yifeng was an amazing man, but she could not help but admire him even more.

She did a superficial background check on Yifeng before she started working for him, but she did not have the least interest in getting to know him or his past life that is why she did not dig deeper. Another reason she did not do a strong background check on him was because she did not want to get emotionally attached to him. Her goal back then was to use his company influence so the police would not suspect her for the downfall of the Zhous\'. She also planned to quit immediately she destroyed the Zhous\'. Falling deeply in love with him to the point of no return was not something she bargained for.

"The beautiful flower field out there inspired me to draw this painting, and I also have a painting of this place. Wait a minute, let me find it for you," Yifeng said, as he instantly went to where the wrapped paintings were kept. He brought back two paintings with him.

"One out of these two paintings is the painting of this place but I am not sure which one is it so, choose one," Yifeng said, stretching forth the two paintings for her to choose of them.

Yang Zi stared at the two paintings, contemplating which one to pick first.

"I choose this one," Yang Zi said, as she collected the one in his right hand. She slowly tore off the wrapping paper, feeling nervous.