Chapter 76

Chapter 76

The bespectacled girl froze after catching a glimpse of Qi Weiran's appearance once she looked up from apologizing.

Yi Qingju didn't think much of it, as it was more suspicious that she didn't recognize Qi Weiran.

"Be more careful next time, or else you might get scammed by a bad person because of your carelessness." It would be really dangerous if she actually bit someone.

The girl remained silent, staring blankly at Qi Weiran.

"Let's go," Qi Weiran spoke after Yi Qingju finished talking.

He took the bun from her arms and walked towards the car side by side with Yi Qingju.

The silhouette of the three of them, looking like a family, left a pang in the girl's heart.

She moved her lips and said, "System... Is she the Yi Qingju?"

The wretched woman from the book who made Qi Weiran oblivious to love until his dying day, that lucky yet hateful villain.

...

After a day of merry-making, by the time Yi Qingju noticed, Qi Xinian had already fallen asleep on Qi Weiran's lap.

Qi Weiran didn't take him off, allowing him to sleep there.

[Was it just an illusion? Why did I smell a bitter scent when I got close to Qi Weiran earlier? Did he change his cologne?]

Hearing her suspicion, Qi Weiran paused for a second before realizing she was referring to the herbal medicine scent.

Even after taking three showers, the smell still hadn't completely disappeared?

"Sir, why did you come to pick us up yourself?" Yi Qingju asked softly.

Looking down at the peacefully sleeping bun, Qi Weiran lowered his voice, "What happened to your car?"

Yi Qingju was taken aback.

[Oh right, the bun was in my car too, no wonder he's so worried.]

"It's like this..."

Truthfully, she really didn't want to recount this silly story.

"What I meant was for him to tell me when the car was about to hit the wall, not to report the time when I actually hit it."

Qi Weiran: "...I understand."

He wasn't Qi Xinian; he could comprehend the implied meaning.

[Sigh, what went wrong with Qi Weiran's education?]

Qi Weiran: ?

"Let's have dinner at the Yu family's place tomorrow evening."

The sudden change of topic almost threw Yi Qingju off.

"Um, okay." It took her a while to respond.

[Speaking of which, Yu Du is the young master of the Yu family. I hope we don't run into him...]

Completely oblivious to the situation behind her, Yi Qingju hung up after the girl on the other end seemed to be rendered speechless by her response.

"Why did her voice sound kind of familiar?"

The girl who had been shut down by Yi Qingju's remark stared at the disconnected call, looking like she was about to cry.

"System, why didn't she respond logically!!"

The System remained silent for a moment. [Let's try again another time, pretend to be selling insurance. We'll prepare the script in advance and make good use of the night. With your smooth-talking ability, we'll reel her in!]

The girl sniffled and sat down at her desk, turning on the lamp with a determined look. "Okay!"

...

When going to the Yu family's residence, Qi Weiran specifically had someone deliver clothes for her.

Yi Qingju was a bit surprised. [He made such a fuss about it. I was planning to wear a loose dress to really flaunt my eating prowess.]

Qi Weiran silently recalled her devouring twelve chicken feet, two trotters, one braised knuckle, and two bowls of rice the previous night.

"Sir, does it look good on me?" After changing, Yi Qingju lifted her dress and twirled in front of Qi Weiran.

The lace and pearl-trimmed hem swayed gently as she moved, accentuating her slim waist; the dress suited her perfectly.

"Very beautiful," Qi Weiran complimented sincerely.

Sensing his unwavering gaze, Yi Qingju averted her eyes, feeling flustered.

[I was just asking casually. Why is he staring so intently...]

[What if he sees my thermal pants underneath?]

Qi Weiran: "..."

Indeed, she wore them.

"Uncle, aren't we leaving yet?" Qi Xinian came running in, dressed in a little suit.

Qi Weiran nodded at him, "Let's go."

Yi Qingju lowered her head, about to put her phone in her handbag.

But before she could open it, the phone rang.

...

After a night of hard work, the girl who had written ten full pages of script was dark-circled but gave herself an encouraging gesture in the mirror before dialing that number again.

Listening to the dial tone, she took a deep breath.

"I can do this."

First, briefly introduce herself, then quickly raise the question and explain the contents of her ten-page script. She had even prepared responses to prevent various issues, making it perfectly flawless without any problems.

"Hello." The person's voice came through the receiver.

Upon hearing that voice, the girl startled and quickly said, "Hello, I'm the manager of XXX Insurance Company."

"Madam, how do you usually get around?" the other party asked without hesitation.

"By wheelchair," she replied curtly.