Sometimes love is really simple, just about meeting the right person; you don’t necessarily need to spend a long time together.

You don’t necessarily need a thrilling encounter; sometimes it might just be a word, a smile, or a glance, and maybe, your heart skips a beat, right?

The elevator arrived, and Nangong Lin could no longer pretend to sleep. She had to open her eyes and pretend to ask groggily, "Here, right?"

"Yeah." Alvin nodded.

"Then let me down." Nangong Lin hurriedly said.

Alvin placed Nangong Lin at her doorstep, and she quickly pulled out her keys to open the door, "I’ll go take a rest, then. Good night."

But Alvin grabbed her, "Have you eaten?"

"I... don’t eat, I’m dieting." Nangong Lin said, then bounced into the room, turning to close the door.

Only after the door shut did Alvin turn to John and say, "Let’s go back too."

An hour later, John knocked on Nangong Lin’s door, delivering a steaming steak.

Still in surprise, Nangong Lin saw John place the steak on the table, flashing a charming smile, "His Highness was worried Second Miss would be hungry, so he specially made a steak to bring over."

Nangong Lin was taken aback.

John politely bowed, "Second Miss, please enjoy and rest early."

John left, and Nangong Lin was still in confusion; so what’s the reason behind all this?

Is Alvin that brat good or bad?

He’s making her heart so restless for some reason!

Outside, John chuckled secretly; actually, this wasn’t Alvin’s doing, nor did Alvin ask him to deliver it; he took the initiative!

But for some reason, this feeling of subtle rebellion was amazing!

...

Due to her foot injury, Nangong Lin stayed home to recuperate for many days; it took nearly a month to fully recover.

Once recovered, she immediately wanted to run wildly; the days spent injured were simply too miserable.

Now that she’s finally healed, she’s overjoyed.

Speaking of which, during this month, Alvin had been very well-behaved and quiet, hardly disturbing her proactively.

Except when John occasionally brought over something for her to eat, she surprisingly didn’t see Alvin.

She never asked, but John would mention it each time.

Either he heard Alvin was writing songs or composing, or maybe rehearsing dances.

Nangong Lin wasn’t bothered by it; all of Alvin’s thousand signed photos went to Guagua, making Guagua so thrilled, he seemed ready to go crazy.

Meanwhile, after resting for a month, Nangong Lin felt she had quite some weight to shed and needed to exercise quickly.

She needed to continue with work too, since taking a break for a month was pretty boring.

So early in the morning, she spruced up and left the house.

As she stepped out, she bumped into Alvin, and tears instantly welled up in Nangong Lin’s eyes; could this be the legendary no-coincidence-no-story?

Alvin was carrying a guitar, looking quite artistic, fresh and elegant, appearing much like a college graduate.

Nangong Lin was slightly stunned, unsure how to greet him.

Alvin broke the ice with a greeting, "Has your foot completely recovered?"

"Oh, yes, it’s fine." Nangong Lin smiled slightly, casually asking, "You’re heading out?"

"Yeah, going to the company." Alvin nodded.

"Oh." Nangong Lin nodded as well, leaving them no choice but to take the same elevator.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward for no reason; neither spoke, but John started chatting with Nangong Lin out of nowhere.

Once they reached the parking lot, they separated, each driving their own car.

Nangong Lin went first, with Alvin behind.

But after driving for a while, Nangong Lin realized something was off!

Why was Alvin still following her?

Could it be that Alvin signed with the same company? Damn!

Nangong Lin hurriedly took out her phone to call Guagua; before she could ask, Guagua excitedly exclaimed over the phone, "Linlin, did you know, my husband joined our company!"