Chapter 25

Chapter 25

The end of this farce concluded with Huiye Group leaving with their own daughter.

From the moment Qi Weiran defended Yi Qingju, everyone's expressions at the scene were as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sir, thank you for helping me."

Yi Qingju sincerely thanked him this time.

No matter what, hitting someone was indeed her fault.

Qi Weiran, of course, wouldn't say something like 'you're welcome.'

He just nodded, his gaze sliding from her slightly round cat-like eyes, then said, "Let's settle it privately next time."

Yi Qingju: ?

[How do we settle this privately? Have someone beat her up, then I beat her up?]

Qi Weiran thought to himself that he was clever. That was what he meant.

Because of this little incident, Yi Qingju was surprised to find that no one was bothering Qi Weiran anymore, everyone just raised their glasses and left.

This made Yi Qingju 'stick' to Qi Weiran's side, unable to move a step.

Until she smiled on the side until the corners of her mouth were stiff, Qi Weiran actually took her to the dessert area that she had been eyeing from the beginning.

!!

[If I remember correctly, besides his conditions, the only characteristic that matches the title of 'domineering president' is that he doesn't like sweets.]

Qi Weiran: "..."

He felt that Yi Qingju was very suitable to host a large-scale popular science program on TV, called—

"Getting Closer to Qi Weiran"

It was also unclear whether it was a coincidence, but the dessert Qi Weiran casually picked up happened to be the tiramisu that Yi Qingju wanted to eat.

Seeing that tempting cake, he subconsciously frowned, as if he had picked it up by mistake, but it was not good to put it back, so he coldly handed it to Yi Qingju.

"Sir, don't you want to eat it?" Yi Qingju stared at the tiramisu, with her mouth almost watering.

Qi Weiran nodded indifferently, "Yes."

[Wow, what a lucky day it is today, I'm so lucky too]

Looking at the girl who smiled for a small pastry under the transparent lights, Qi Weiran subtly curled his lips.

Today was the first day of the broadcast of the popular science program "Getting Closer to Qi Weiran."

Wan Sui, who took the interaction between the two into his eyes, would have had his eyes bulging if he wasn't wearing glasses.

It was originally a business cocktail party to network, and Qi Weiran, who wanted to meet new people, naturally wouldn't stay here for too long.

Sitting face to face in the car, Qi Weiran loosened his tie, the heater in the car was a bit high, so he reached out and took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator on the side.

Yi Qingju glanced at it more and found it was orange juice.

[The scenery outside the car quickly receded, the lights flickered, and the president sitting in the luxury car looked at the window shadow with deep eyes, his slender fingers swaying the glass of—orange juice]

[Hahaha, sorry, I shouldn't laugh]Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Qi Weiran: You've already laughed.

Qi Weiran's gaze flickered for a moment. Even if Wan Sui didn't say it, he had already suspected that layer.

Seeing the girl not far away waving to him in her thin dress, he said, "Just keep an eye on her for now, no need to do anything else."

Wan Sui thought to himself, "As expected," and left.

Qi Weiran walked over. "Why didn't you go in first?"

Yi Qingju's shoulders trembled in the cold wind, but she still smiled shyly at Qi Weiran. "I wanted to wait for you, sir."

Qi Weiran's expression remained unchanged.

[Somehow, a fierce dog appeared out of nowhere in front. I command you to be the gladiator and fight it, clearing the way for me.]

He just knew...

Sure enough, as they hadn't walked a few steps, a Doberman suddenly jumped out, baring its teeth at Yi Qingju.

The barking startled the people inside the house. Auntie Zhang came out and exclaimed, "Where did this dog come from!?"

Soon, someone came and took the dog away.

"It must have accidentally run in from outside," the person holding the dog said.

"Make sure someone goes to find its owner," Qi Weiran instructed.

"Yes, sir."

Yi Qingju stifled a yawn.

Qi Weiran glanced at her.

The pig farmer was actually afraid of dogs.

Entering the house, Qi Xinian, alerted by the commotion, came downstairs wearing slippers.

"Little Uncle, Yi Qingju, you're back—" He practically dragged Yi Qingju away to read bedtime stories.

Holding onto his Ultraman toy, Qi Xinian's eyes sparkled, then he asked, "Yi Qingju, do you think Little Uncle will come to see the play I'm in?"

Yi Qingju thought to herself, I'm not sure, but to avoid hurting his delicate young heart, she nodded, "Don't worry, he'll definitely come to see the important role of the wicked stepmother."

The little guy then smirked, "Hmm."

"Oh, by the way, I saw a word on TV today, and I don't know what it means."

Yi Qingju crossed her legs, pushed up her non-existent glasses like she was cultured, "Go ahead, ask."

"What does 'Kong Rong giving up pears' mean?"

Qi Xinian, who rarely watched children's stories or traditional cartoons, asked curiously.

Yi Qingju hesitated for a few seconds.

"There was a kid named Kong Rong, and when he was four, his parents were arguing."

"Kong Rong said on the side: If the day can be lived, live it; if not, leave."

"That's the story of Kong Rong giving up pears."

Qi Xinian: "......."

He's a kid, not mentally challenged.