Chapter 32 Chapter 32 She is my wife

Halfway through the journey, Zhou Zilang called to tell her that the villagers knew they were leaving the next day and had specially prepared a banquet tonight and invited them to come. Ruan Xiangyi hung up the phone, her head down, and said dejectedly, "I'm sorry."

I thought Zhao Qingshi would be angry. After all, she had stood him up again, and businessmen all value credibility.

At the next intersection, Zhao Qingshi turned around and told her, "We'll have plenty of opportunities to go out on dates back in Yitong. You've made the effort to come here and stay for so many days, so you must have some feelings about this place. If I don't let you go today, you'll definitely be regretful, and we might even argue. I don't want to argue with you. I'm willing to support your career and your independent personality outside of family. You can follow your own ideas without worry."

Ruan Xiangyi was moved all the way.

When they arrived at the place Zhou Zilang mentioned, Ruan Xiangyi got out of the car, the wind blew her scarf, and Jiang Ruzhi saw her and waved to her.

Zhao Qingshi sat in the driver's seat without moving, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyelashes drooping.

Suddenly, a spot in my heart was hit.

Ruan Xiangyi walked to the side, opened the door on his side, and asked with a curved lip, "Sir, would you be willing to come with me?"

Zhao Qingshi raised his eyebrows, and after looking at each other for three seconds, he raised the corners of his lips.

Li Yingxue had not arrived yet. Ruan Xiangyi and Zhao Qingshi sat aside. Zhou Zilang went to answer the phone. Jiang Ruzhi was playing rubber band with a group of children.

The person who was talking to Ruan Xiangyi was an old man who was nearly 80 years old. She remembered this person. The last time she went to his house, his cow ran away and it took them two hours to find it back.

The old woman also remembered her, and with a kind, half-toothless smile, she said, "Girl, this boy is really good-looking."

People here don't usually call girls "little girl" but "sister," "sister girl," or "sister boy." Ruan Xiangyi understood a little, but Zhao Qingshi had only a vague idea.

There was a young person who could speak Mandarin nearby. She was the old man's granddaughter, about seven or eight years old. She translated: "My grandfather meant to praise him for being handsome and energetic."

When Ruan Xiangyi saw Zhao Qingshi, the tips of her ears turned red for the first time.

The child asked: "Sister, are you and him friends?"

"What does it mean to be friends?"

"It means being in a relationship."

Ruan Xiangyi smiled faintly: "How did you tell that?"

The child covered his face shyly: "Brother, this brother is holding your hand..."

Ruan Xiangyi laughed.

The only means of heating here was a brazier. Ruan Xiangyi stretched out her hand to warm herself by the fire. Zhao Qingshi saw the ring put back on her hand, and his smile deepened.

There was a lot of noise on the other side, and it seemed like they were arguing in the local dialect. The two of them turned their heads to look over there curiously.

"Who taught you that firewood is wasted? What are you doing?"

"I can't burn you, but you can still poke me with the will-o'-the-wisp fire."

"Get out of the way, it's so hard."

"You're so confused, who are you talking about?"

“…”

"Do you understand?" Ruan Xiangyi asked in a low voice.

"I don't understand." Zhao Qingshi said.

"Then what are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and laughed out loud. Zhao Qingshi hooked Ruan Xiangyi's hand. At this time, Li Yingxue came, and Ruan Xiangyi quickly withdrew her hand and looked over there.

Zhao Qingshi: “…”

A bunch of people gathered around her, taking pictures. She was wearing traditional Miao clothing, and the silver on her body jingled. Jiang Ruzhi walked over and exclaimed, "What a beautiful dress!"

Li Yingxue had a promotional video today, so she changed her outfit. The beautiful crown made her face look even smaller. Ruan Xiangyi also thought the dress was beautiful. Jiang Ruzhi suggested, "Do you want us to change into it too? We've made it all this way here."

"It's too cold. I'm afraid of catching a cold, so I won't accompany you. I can take pictures for you. I brought a camera."

Jiang Ruzhi thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit cold indeed."

Zhao Qingshi was away from Ruan Xiangyi because he was on the phone. Jiang Ruzhi finally found an opportunity to get close to her. "Zhou Zilang just told me that Zhao Qingshi donated some money to the township government to rebuild the road here."

Ruan Xiangyi: "How did he know?"

"Because it was donated in the name of the TV station." Jiang Ruzhi laughed secretly, "Did you ask him to donate it?"

"No." Ruan Xiangyi shook her head. "If you hadn't told me, I might not have known either."

In winter, when darkness falls quickly and the wind is fierce, Jiang Ruzhi went to an elderly woman's house to get her hair and makeup done in the Miao style. The silver glittered under the light. She still couldn't resist the allure of the beautiful clothes and struck a dozen poses for Ruan Xiangyi to capture.

It was just too cold. She couldn't help but sneeze twice. The clothes were loose, and she could wear other warm clothes underneath, but it would make her look fatter, and it wouldn't look good in the photos, so she just endured it.

After a few minutes, she couldn't help it. Guizhou was too cold, even colder than Yitong. Now she felt that Ruan Xiangyi was a wise choice. She took a few photos and quickly went to find some clothes to put on.

Ruan Xiangyi's legs and feet were still not very flexible, and she stood under the light with a scarf covering half of her face, checking the photos she had taken.

Not far away, Zhao Qingshi was roasting a fire and chatting with an old man, while at the same time paying attention to what was happening over there.

Looking at her quiet profile, Zhao Qingshi slowly raised his cell phone.

Li Yingxue and Zhou Zilang came back from work and happened to see this scene. Zhou Zilang found an excuse to leave. Li Yingxue walked over. She had taken off her makeup and tied her slightly curly hair behind her, but the makeup was still on her face. She wanted to scare him from behind, but he found out.

She didn't look embarrassed at being discovered, and asked with a bright smile, "What are you filming?"

Zhao Qingshi glanced at her calmly, then focused on Ruan Xiangyi again. Li Yingxue only then realized who his camera was aimed at, and blurted out in disbelief, "Are you secretly filming Ruan Xiangyi?"

The word "secretly photographed" sounded a bit off to him. After checking several times, he turned off the screen and sneered, "Is there a problem?"

Li Yingxue was still a little afraid of him. After all, if she offended him, she might lose many opportunities. She smiled and said, "I crossed the line. Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Zhao Qingshi glanced at her.

Li Yingxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she thought the secret was over, Zhao Qingshi passed by her and said lightly, "She is my wife."

Li Yingxue widened her eyes.

Zhao Qingshi continued indifferently, "This is the secret you should keep."

Li Yingxue couldn't figure it out.

As the night grew colder, Zhao Qingshi walked over and placed the hand warmer from his coat pocket in her palm.

"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Do you still want this leg?"

Ruan Xiangyi put the camera in her bag and put it on her back. She put her hand against his face and said, "My palm is warm."

Zhao Qingshi had no choice but to hold her hand and asked her to give him the camera.

She said it wasn't heavy.

Zhao Qingshi picked her up by the waist. Li Yingxue, who was not far away, stared at her for a long time.

Ruan Xiangyi didn't notice anyone, and subconsciously put her hands around his neck, listening to him say:

"I asked Xia Li to book a plane ticket. You'll be on the same flight with me tomorrow."

Ruan Xiangyi had no objection.

Zhao Qingshi was a little surprised: "I acted first and asked for your permission later, and you didn't make a fuss with me?"

Ruan Xiangyi: "..."

Do you really want me to make trouble with you?

"I told Ruzhi I wouldn't be back tonight. She knows I'm with you."

"She doesn't call me a scumbag anymore." Zhao Qingshi chuckled.

"I confessed our relationship to her," Ruan Xiangyi said. "She said she was very sorry and asked me not to embarrass her when I see her next time."

"You said that?"

Ruan Xiangyi was a little embarrassed: "She saw the kiss mark on my neck."

At this, she glared at him.

Zhao Qingshi smiled: "My fault."

Li Yingxue stood behind them, watching their silhouettes elongated by the street lights and their footsteps becoming heavier, and it felt like they had been in love for a long time.

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Author's words: Next book: A Girl's Prayer

1. At the end of his senior year of high school, Xu Tiao made a brave decision and sent an anonymous farewell email to the person he liked: I wish you all the best, I will slowly forget you.

She thought then that they would never meet again.

Later, he returned to his country.

She is a sophomore, and he is a rising tech elite with a beautiful woman by his side.

2. Jiang Jing has a group of bad friends around him. One time, they told Jiang Jing a secret.

Xu Tiao has a crush on him.

At the time, Jiang Jing was leaning on the sofa. She just found it funny after hearing this. Slightly tipsy from the alcohol, she opened her phone and saw the message that invited her to dinner but was politely declined. The tone was even colder: "Ha! Is this what you call having a crush on me?"

Later, the secret was confirmed.

It was raining heavily that day, and Jiang Jing sent Xu Tiao back.

"Do you usually contact each other by email?" It seemed like a casual question.

Xu Tiao's heart suddenly panicked for no reason, but he didn't respond.

Jiang Jing continued, "Except for work, I rarely use email. However, I replied to a private email yesterday and asked her, 'Have you forgotten it now?'"

He stopped with his umbrella, tilted his head to look at her, stared at her persistently and asked, "Do you think she has forgotten now?"

I pray that I will no longer like you, but I am always attracted to you.

——Diary of a Young Girl