Chapter 123: Tell Me and Make Me Happy

Qiao Xing looked up at him and smiled, "What you just said, 'Let me think about it,' didn't you? But why did you ask such a pointless question? You weren't lying to me, were you?"

Qin Ce was stunned for a while before he realized that the two of them were not on the same wavelength.

He added, "That's not what I meant, I meant..."

What is it?

"Other things."

Qiao Xing frowned, his smile stiffening slightly. Although he was usually very serious, he couldn't help but feel nervous under such a serious gaze.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Ce stared at her for a long time before awkwardly saying, "Whatever."

Qiao Xing suddenly couldn't understand him. When someone is fixated on assuming something, it's very likely to be true.

So, is there really something else he's hiding from her?

But what's there to hide? She even knows about his sexual orientation, such a private matter. Is there anything more outrageous than that?

Qiao Xing's heart jumped at the thought.

“Then never let me know.” Qiao Xing said, looking away. “Deception isn’t scary; what’s scary is the day the truth comes out.”

Qin Ce opened his mouth, looking at her with a complicated expression.

After a while, he said, "I understand."

These three words made Qiao Xing's heart skip a beat. She took off her helmet, trying to read something from his face.

But the windshield in front of his helmet was filled with the dappled reflections of the leaves on both sides, which dazzled her.

She eventually gave up.

"I'm going to work now, drive carefully."

"Um."

Qiao Xing placed the helmet on the back seat of the electric scooter, then turned and walked towards the company across the street.

Qin Ce stared at her back until she disappeared at the company entrance before riding away on his electric scooter.

Sure enough, after switching to an electric car, he never got stuck in traffic again and always arrived earlier than everyone else.

But he was delayed at Qiaoxing Company today. When he drove his car into the garage, he ran into Han Yan, who was also there to park.

Han Yan got out of the car, slammed the door shut, walked around Qin Ce's electric scooter, and when he saw that Qin Ce had locked the scooter, Han Yan's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Mr. Qin, even if you don't lock your car, no one will want it if you park it here."

Qin Ce, holding his car keys, glanced at him.

Han Yan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and couldn't help but laugh, "Look at the cars around you. Your car parked here is like... a golden bowl filled with rotten rice."

Qin Ce ignored him and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Han Yan followed after him. Having followed Qin Ce for so many years, he had become extremely adept at reading people's expressions, so even if Qin Ce had no expression on his face, he could still see some clues.

"You seem to be in a bad mood today?"

Qin Ce walked into the elevator with his hands in his pockets and stood straight against the elevator wall.

"Why aren't you married yet?" Qin Ce suddenly asked, turning his head.

Han Yan leaned back against the armrest, looking somewhat lazy. "Why get married?"

"Why not get married?"

Han Yan stared at Qin Ce with an ambiguous expression, a half-smile playing on his lips. "You never used to discuss this topic with me. I remember someone saying that only people with mental problems get married. I've always remembered that."

These words were spoken by Qin Ce.

Someone had asked him this question before, and this was his answer; now it was his turn to ask Han Yan the same question.

It's somewhat ironic.

Qin Ce stopped talking, looked away, and stared at the number displayed on the elevator screen.

Han Yan then said, "President Qin, you seem very troubled. Is it something to do with your marriage? Tell me so I can cheer you up."

"roll."

Qin Ce uttered this word and stepped out of the elevator.

Han Yan's laughter came from behind.

This completely dispelled Qin Ce's idea of ​​asking for advice, and he decided to rely on himself instead.

Back in his office, he asked his assistant to postpone the weekly meeting to the afternoon, and then turned on his computer to continue the research he had done the night before.

But after searching around, none of them seemed reliable, and somehow I ended up clicking into a forum.

He typed away on the keyboard and anonymously posted a message.

What should I do if my wife thinks I'm gay?

Qin Ce hesitated for a moment while holding the mouse, and finally, just to be on the safe side, he even changed the IP address before posting the message.

So he stared at the computer all morning without moving it.

The assistant brought in the files for the fifth time and saw him propping his head up with his hand, still staring at the computer. The assistant was a little surprised that President Qin, this workaholic, had actually been staring at the computer all morning.

I'm usually so busy with work that I barely stop, but today there's such a huge pile of files that I haven't touched. My assistant is getting curious and keeps glancing at the computer out of the corner of her eye.

Unfortunately, the computer had a privacy screen, so he couldn't see it no matter what.

The assistant didn't dare to be too obvious and could only leave the office with regret.

Despite Qin Ce staring at the computer all morning, there were very few replies; the forum really had very few users.

The few replies I received were all bad advice or attempts to be clever; none of them were reliable.

Just as he was about to give up and leave the forum, a serious reply finally popped up.

The other party replied: You must have done something that made her misunderstand. Think carefully and clear up the misunderstanding.

Qin Ce raised an eyebrow; he had actually thought about it carefully.

However, before he could think about it further, Qiao Xing suddenly sent him a WeChat message.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the message Qiao Xing had sent; it was a picture.

Wang Ye asked Qiao Xing to inquire about lawyer Qin Ce.

Qiao Xing was too busy at work on Monday to chat on WeChat, so she just sent a screenshot directly.

Qin Ce then realized what shameful things he had been doing. He left the forum, opened his contacts, and made a phone call.

In the afternoon, Qin Ce asked Qiao Xing for Wang Ye's phone number and arranged to meet at a coffee shop at 2 PM.

Wang Ye took this matter very seriously. He rushed over as soon as he received the news and sat in the coffee shop for three glasses of water before Qin Ce arrived.

There was another man next to Qin Ce. The two looked to be about the same age, both wearing suits, and both were tall with long legs.

The two of them attracted a lot of attention when they came in together.

A handsome man with charisma will attract attention wherever he goes.

Qin Ce was chatting with him when they reached the window seat, and Wang Ye quickly stood up to greet him.

"Qin Ce, I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Qin Ce glanced at Wang Ye, nodded in acknowledgment, and then sat down opposite him. If it weren't for the fact that he was Qiao Xing's cousin, Qin Ce wouldn't have bothered to say a word to him.

The lawyer sat down as well, and with a smile, extended his hand to Wang Ye. "Hello, my surname is Yang, and my given name is Xu. May I ask your name, sir?"

Wang Ye felt a little embarrassed by his polite manner, and he extended his hand to shake hands with Attorney Yang.

"Hello, hello, my name is Wang Ye."

Attorney Yang nodded. "Brother Qin already told me the general situation on the way here. I'm very happy to be able to help Mr. Wang solve this problem."

Wang Ye scratched his head. "Just call me Wang Ye. Don't call me 'Mr.' It sounds weird to me."

Attorney Yang paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, Mr. Wang Ye, what are your requirements?"

"..." Wang Ye suddenly choked up. What difference does adding the character "Ye" make?

"Brother Qin rarely asks me for help. Mr. Wang Ye, please feel free to make any requests, and I will do my best to assist you."

Wang Ye responded with an "oh," no longer wanting to dwell on the issue of address. He asked the most crucial question, "How much do you charge?"