Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qin Zhiyou was originally a little curious, thinking she might have something to say, but all she came out with was âmorning-after pillâ, and even explained, âI was in a rush this morning and didnât have breakfast. Iâll deal with it when I get home tonight, so donât worry, there wonât be any issues.â
While Lu Weixi was speaking, she was watching Qin Zhiyouâs expression. He didnât react much, his eyes still as cold as ever. When she finished speaking, he even chuckled, âVery good, you really are a qualified wife, always thinking ahead.â
Just as Lu Weixi was about to say something, Qin Zhiyouâs smile disappeared, âAlso, stop making lousy excuses to bum a ride from me in the future, itâs inconvenient.â
He then slammed the car door shut with a âbangâ. Lu Weixi didnât dodge in time and almost got scratched by the door, and before she could react, the car spun off with a âswooshâ, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Lu Weixi, frustrated, kicked a small stone behind her. Who cares about your lousy Mercedes, thinking that everyone wants to sit on the hood and cry, and itâs leaking oil at that.
She tidied up her clothes and hair, held her small bag, and walked proudly across a street. When she reached the office building, Lu Weixi first checked her Changâan car, there was no problem with the car, just a parking fine of 200.
Furious, Lu Weixi torn the ticket, wondering if Qin Zhiyou would reimburse her for this 200 yuan fine?
In the car, Secretary Wang was reporting the companyâs situation. The surface of the company seems peaceful, but a little deeper, one would know that there are undercurrents swirling within. Qin Zhiyou also has an important meeting later, he has been busy every day, and yesterdayâs dinner was also because of this. Secretary Wang spent the night to sort out Qin Zhiyouâs thoughts, but while he was reporting in the car, Qin Zhiyou did not respond at all.
Secretary Wang stealthily peeked at Qin Zhiyou in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Qin Zhiyou was looking at his own documents, his delicate lips tightly pursed, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening, his slender fingers crumpling the file, as if the file was his mortal enemy, and a large file was crumpled into a small paper ball.
When Qin Zhiyou came back to his senses, his fingertips slowly straightened the file. As he was sorting the file, he suddenly noticed something glittering under the car seat, which seemed to be left by Lu Weixi. Qin Zhiyou pinched it, held it in his hand and saw it was a hairpin.
Secretary Wang obviously saw it too, and immediately asked, âMr. Qin, do you want to return this to Young Madam?â
Qin Zhiyou glared, his words full of anger, âWhatâs this worthless thing, worth five yuan? The meeting Iâm about to start, weâre discussing a contract worth fifty billion, if itâs delayed can you afford it?â
Secretary Wang shrank his neck, okay, the fifty billion contract you mentioned has already been crumpled by you. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped up even more.
Qin Zhiyou held the hairpin in his hand, his eyes changing. After a moment, his brow furrowed tighter, but he uttered lightly, âLetâs go back first.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
In the companyâs small meeting room, Lu Weixi ran her fingers through her hair and sent out feedback from clients about the recent deals she had handled. While she was in the middle of an exciting talk, someone suddenly knocked on the door and came in, âMiss Lu, thereâs a handsome guy looking for you downstairs, he said his surname is Qin..â