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“Rest assured, mom. It’s absolutely impossible between him and me.” Gu Qingxin’s voice was firm.

Only then did Lin Yin breathe a sigh of relief.

“Mom, you rest. I’ll cook. When dinner’s ready, I’ll call you.” Gu Qingxin helped her mother lie down before leaving the room.

Returning to her own bedroom, she’d planned to change clothes but, as if compelled by some mysterious force, she walked to the window and glanced out. Beiming Han’s car was no longer there.

After dinner, Gu Qingxin washed the dishes and returned to her bedroom. The instant she opened the door, she was almost startled into screaming.

She quickly covered her mouth, turned her head to make sure her mom had retired to her room, then walked in and locked her bedroom door.

“What are you doing here?”

Gu Qingxin looked at Beiming Han, who was sitting on her bed, flipping through her photo album.

“Is this you?” Instead of answering her question, Beiming Han held up the photo album and pointed to a picture of a bare bottom baby.

Gu Qingxin was rendered speechless.

“Stop looking! Give it back!” Gu Qingxin immediately tried to grab it, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Beiming Han dodged her swiftly and continued to look at the baby pictures on the first page. “You were so chubby as a baby!”

“Stop looking!” Gu Qingxin resorted to covering his eyes. Even though the pictures were from her childhood, she still found them embarrassing.

Zhao Han caught her hand and pulled her towards him. Gu Qingxin tumbled into his embrace. He wrapped one arm around her, placed the photo album on the table, and continued to flip through it.

“Qingxin, who are you talking to?” Lin Yin asked, knocking on the bedroom door.

Gu Qingxin was caught off-guard. Meanwhile, Beiming Han seemed perfectly relaxed. Annoyed, Gu Qingxin responded, “Mom, I’m not talking to anyone. I’m on the phone.”

“Oh, alright, then. I’m heading to bed. You should get some rest too since you still have class tomorrow.” After saying this, Lin Yin turned and left.

Seeing that her mom was not coming in, Gu Qingxin finally let out a sigh of relief. As she tried to take the album back, Beiming Han’s arm around her kept her from moving.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to invade someone’s privacy?” Gu Qingxin glared at him, her voice unconsciously softening.

“You’re mine. What privacy can you have in front of me?” Beiming Han bent down to kiss her gently.

Gu Qingxin was speechless.

Beiming Han released her and continued to flip through the album. It seemed to be arranged in chronological order, and as he flipped further, the photos depicted an older Gu Qingxin, up until she was around sixteen or seventeen.

When Beiming Han finished this photo album and reached for another, Gu Qingxin’s heart tightened. She exclaimed, “Don’t look.”

Beiming Han merely glanced at her then opened the album.

The album was full of Tang Rongling’s photos, most of which looked like they were taken secretly.

Gu Qingxin could feel the atmosphere around Beiming Han growing colder. His sexy lips were pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was increasingly unnerving.

After flipping through several pages full of that man’s photos, Beiming Han let go of Gu Qingxin, stood up, opened the window, and threw the entire album out.

The thick album soared through the air, tracing a parabolic arc, and landed precisely into a trash can across the street.