Chapter 62

Chapter 62

As Yi Qingju heard that Qi Weiran had arrived, her pace quickened.

However, when she came face to face with Zhou Yi's slightly fierce phoenix eyes, she froze in her tracks.

"When did you get here?"

Oh no, would she reveal that Yi Qingju had forgotten about her?

Zhou Yi tossed something at her, avoiding her gaze with an awkward tone, "Thank you."

Then she hurried away.

Yi Qingju caught a glimpse of shyness in her retreating figure, which was odd.

[Host!! How could you forget me there!?] Little Chirp's voice of protest rang in her mind.

Yi Qingju then realized that Zhou Yi had thrown her bag at her.

"Mr. Qi is coming!?"

As she was thinking this, the women who had been furious suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

Yi Qingju's expression was complex.

[Qi Weiran is indeed a good thing, as just three words from him can make people forget their troubles.]

She mused.

Qi Weiran, who had rushed over after seeing her friend's circle: "..."

For the first time, Yi Qingju turned around and sincerely suggested for Qi Weiran's sake, "Hey, sisters, I think it's better if you don't appear in front of him."

Upon hearing this, they immediately became displeased.

"Even though you're married, who are you to tell us what to do?"

After being scolded earlier, they didn't bother to get along with Yi Qingju anymore.

Yi Qingju raised an index finger, made a tsk-tsk sound, and said regretfully, "No, I'm doing this for his health."

The other person asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

She folded her arms, her tone serious and her expression solemn, "He has a fear of giant idiots."

Qi Weiran, who had just arrived behind her: "..."

The butler leading the way quietly glanced at the tall man beside him.

Did he accidentally hear the Qi family's secret...?

Yi Qingju had been prepared to face their wrath, but instead, these women didn't get angry. Instead, they looked at her with surprise, and some even blushed and gazed at her with affection.

Yi Qingju, who had been peeking through the door crack, quickly averted her gaze guiltily before Qi Weiran turned to look in her direction.

After surveying the European-style room, she went and sat on the sofa.

[Is Qi Weiran close with the Yu family?]

Little Chirp poked her head out of Yi Qingju's bag sneakily, [When Qi Weiran was brought back from the mountains, the Qi family's branch was arrogantly flaunting their power, and Qi Weiran's brother was focused on dealing with them.]

[At that time, the head of the Yu family was good friends with Qi Weiran's father. To protect his friend's only son, he took Qi Weiran in for a while, and Lady Yu treated him like her own son.]

Listening to this past event, Yi Qingju couldn't help but imagine a vulnerable but resilient young boy without parents.

She found it difficult to connect her mental image with the current Qi Weiran.

As she was thinking about this, there was a noise at the door.

Yi Qingju looked up to see Uncle Wang personally pushing a small cart with snacks and tea.

"Lady Qi, our master hasn't seen Sir Qi for a long time, so their conversation may be lengthy. Please help yourself to some food while you wait."

Yi Qingju obediently nodded.

The snack was a plate of chocolate swiss rolls decorated with little rabbit patterns, looking quite appealing.

As for the tea, Yi Qingju took a sip and asked in surprise, "Bubble tea?"

[Normally, they serve red tea. This is the first time I've encountered bubble tea, how fashionable!]

Uncle Wang nodded upon hearing her, "Our lady loves drinking milk tea. You resemble her a bit, so I took the liberty of choosing this beverage. I hope you like it."

Yi Qingju smiled, "Thank you, I love it."

"Do I really resemble Lady Yu?" Thinking that this Lady Yu was the woman who had treated Qi Weiran like her own son, she felt a sort of indirect joy at being Qi Weiran's mother.

Uncle Wang nodded, "Yes, you're both beauties."

Yi Qingju: "...Haha, you're quite humorous."

Why didn't he just say they were both women?

...

After a knock on the solemn door.

A magnetic male voice came from inside, "Come in—"

Qi Weiran entered.

Despite being middle-aged, the man still had an upright figure. Time seemed to have favored his face, with the only mark of age being the slight creases at the corners of his eyes.

Upon meeting those jet-black pupils, Qi Weiran respectfully addressed him, "Uncle Yu Qi."