Hot Search Alert! The Princess Goes Viral Worldwide-Chapter 97

Gu Nanyan stepped out of the gate and immediately spotted Zhan Lingfeng.

The man was leaning against his car, head bowed as he reviewed documents, his demeanor cold and aristocratic, exuding an air of unapproachability.

A circle of bodyguards surrounded him.

Whenever someone was drawn in by his striking looks and tried to approach, the bodyguards would swiftly intervene.

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A few even attempted to take photos, only to be stopped as well.

The street itself was old and dim, but his presence transformed it into a meticulously crafted landscape painting.

He remained engrossed in his papers, seemingly undisturbed by the outside world—until the moment Gu Nanyan appeared.

Then, his head snapped up.

His eyes crinkled with warmth, his lips curling into a smile, the icy nobility melting away into something soft and endearing.

"Yanyan," he called, tossing aside the documents and rushing toward her.

Zhan Lingfeng was known for his impeccable image—everyone knew the aloof, domineering "Master Zhan," a man of formidable presence who kept others at arm's length.

But in front of Gu Nanyan, all that arrogance and indifference vanished. He became like an eager, devoted dog, circling her with unrestrained affection.

If he had a tail, it would have been wagging furiously.

"I missed you so much," he murmured, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Just an afternoon apart had left him aching for her, his heart trembling with longing.

Before, he could go days, even months without seeing her and feel nothing.

But after spending these past few days with her, he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving.

Originally, he had planned to stay for just two days. Now, it had been nearly a week.

"Did you miss me?" Zhan Lingfeng clung to her, insistent on an answer.

"Yes," Gu Nanyan replied with a single word, and it was enough to send his heart soaring.

Delighted, he spun her around like an overjoyed child.

Nearby, Zhan Yi turned away, unable to watch.

Was this really the same imposing, authoritative Master Zhan he knew?

Now, he was acting like a lovestruck teenager.

Truly, a man in love had no rationality left.

Zhan Yi could barely remember what his boss used to be like.

Hadn’t he once declared, "Women will only slow down my sword"?

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Hah!

Zhan Lingfeng guided Gu Nanyan into the car, leaving the onlookers stunned.

They had expected a ruthless CEO—instead, they got a lovesick, devoted fool.

The contrast was staggering.

Nan Xi witnessed the scene, her lips pressed tightly together, her heart twisting painfully.

"What would you like for dinner, Yanyan?" Zhan Lingfeng asked, resting his right hand on the steering wheel as he turned to look at her.

Gu Nanyan was checking her phone, responding to messages from Chairman Tian.

Dressed in a simple athletic-style school uniform for her livestream, her silky hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing the delicate curve of her fair cheek.

Her skin was flawless—smooth as a peeled egg, without a single visible pore, only a faint, healthy blush.

As he watched her, Zhan Lingfeng’s ears reddened, his pulse quickening, his Adam’s apple bobbing unconsciously.

It was strange.

This was the same face he had seen before.

Yet, when he had looked at photos of Gu Nanyan in the past, he had found them garish and unappealing.

Now, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin was so soft, so flawless—what would it feel like to kiss her?

"Zhan Lingfeng?" Gu Nanyan noticed his daze and waved a finger in front of his face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?"

He snapped out of it, shaking his head vigorously, but his cheeks only burned hotter.

Desperate to cover his distraction, he quickly changed the subject.

"There’s a private kitchen up ahead—their food is excellent. Should we go there?"

Gu Nanyan nodded.

Zhan Lingfeng started the car, driving with unusual steadiness.

In the past, he had been impatient behind the wheel, speeding recklessly. When stressed, he’d even race for thrills.

But now, he drove with deliberate care.

Because Gu Nanyan was in the car.

He couldn’t risk anything happening to her.

This was a first for him—he had never imagined he’d ever be so consumed by worry for another person.

A single frown from her could unsettle him.

Gu Nanyan was genuinely hungry after her afternoon livestream. "What dishes do they serve there?"

"Braised sea cucumber with scallions, steamed clams, Boshan tofu box..."

Her eyes brightened at the list. "Those are all my favorites."

Of course they were. Zhan Lingfeng’s lips curved slightly.

He memorized every dish she took an extra bite of.

Throughout dinner, Gu Nanyan’s phone kept ringing—call after call about the Celestial Health Technique.

When callers couldn’t reach her, some even contacted Zhan Lingfeng directly—high-profile figures, all of them.

His expression darkened as he fielded the calls.

Then, he looked up at Gu Nanyan.

She was eating gracefully, her movements fluid and poised, like a painting of nobility itself.

Zhan Lingfeng was mesmerized—until a sudden, sharp pain clenched his heart, forcing a quiet grunt from him.

Outwardly, his face remained calm. Inside, turmoil raged.

Before, he could explain away Gu Nanyan’s changes by telling himself he simply hadn’t known her well enough.

But the appearance of the Celestial Health Technique shattered that self-deception.

How could a woman raised in the countryside, known for her impatience and ambition, possibly know a long-lost technique like this?

Who was she, really?

His lips parted, the question on the tip of his tongue.

Gu Nanyan sensed his tension and lifted her dark eyes.

She was far too perceptive to miss his inner conflict. By now, Zhan Lingfeng must have realized she wasn’t the same person as before.

He was probably going to ask about the Celestial Health Technique.

She had her answer ready.

But after a long wait, no question came.

This surprised her. "You… don’t have anything to ask me?"

"I do." His eyes suddenly gleamed, bright and eager like a puppy’s, damp with emotion. "Yanyan… when can I share your bed?"

Gu Nanyan: "..."

Zhan Lingfeng pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.

To him, she always felt distant—as if she existed apart from everything else, untouchable. It left him uneasy, desperate for reassurance.

Only by holding her, feeling her warmth, could he truly believe she was real.

At his words, Gu Nanyan chuckled, her voice low and husky. "A full stomach leads to wandering thoughts, hm? Little Lingfeng must be well-fed."

"I’m not full. I’m starving." His gaze fixed on her plush, glistening lips, and as if enchanted, he leaned in, capturing them with his own.

He was ravenous.

A taste wasn’t enough—he wanted more. Much more.

His hand cradled the back of her head as he pressed her down, deepening the kiss.