Chapter 59 59 Baby, remember, if you want something, just follow me...

Of course Shi Rui didn't shut up. Instead, he seemed to be ignited with some kind of interest. His fingertips slid quickly across the screen of his mobile phone, and all the photos of Qin Jixiu stored in the album were displayed in front of him.

There are formal wear photos, daily life photos, and bed photos. Although the bed photos are not erotic enough, they are numerous, which makes Qin Jixiu amazed and his face slowly turns red.

Qin Jixiu also discovered that Shi Rui had accompanied him on business trips a long time ago, and the work photos he took were interspersed with close-ups of his chest, waist, and buttocks.

His expression froze instantly, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Shi Rui, what are you doing during work hours?"

"I wanted to..." Shi Rui deliberately dragged out his words, then paused. "Oh, what did you say? I finished taking my work photos, so I rewarded myself by taking some photos of something interesting. I've been very restrained, okay? I just looked at them secretly, and I didn't go around bothering you."

That’s true. Qin Jixiu didn’t know what else to say.

Shi Rui lowered his head and began to admire, his eyes revealing his admiration and enthusiasm for his own photography works, which made Qin Jixiu feel uncomfortable and he couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Shi Rui didn't know what he was thinking about. He suddenly put down his phone and suggested without warning that he would take Qin Jixiu to a private sculpture gallery in Lincheng.

Although he didn't understand why they had to go through so much trouble during the New Year, seeing Shi Rui's expectant eyes, Qin Jixiu nodded: "Okay, I don't have anything else to do anyway."

Two hours later.

The car stopped in front of a small white building hidden under a sycamore tree.

The building has a low-key appearance. There is no sign at the entrance, only a heavy wooden door. It really looks like a private collection place.

As soon as Qin Jixiu got out of the car, he saw Shi Rui take out a bunch of keys from his pocket, walk to the door, and skillfully insert them into the keyhole and turn them.

Qin Jixiu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This can't be your personal museum, right?"

Shi Rui paused, turned around and smiled: "No, it's from a friend. He knew I liked sculptures, so he gave me a key and asked me to come and have a look when I have time."

Qin Jixiu didn't ask any more questions and followed Shi Rui in.

The museum is very quiet, with only the spotlights overhead shining on the sculptures, casting mottled light and shadows.

Most of the sculptures inside are tributes to classic works.

Qin Jixiu took a closer look and found that the techniques of these sculptures were not particularly skillful, and the details were still a little rough, but the overall charm was imitated very vividly, and it can be seen that the creators loved sculpture.

He walked around and suddenly noticed that there was a small "S" engraved on the base of each sculpture. Qin Jixiu pointed at the letter and turned to ask Shi Rui, "Is your friend's last name also Shi?"

Shi Rui rolled his eyes and nodded quickly.

The two continued walking inside and finally came to a spacious sculpture workshop. In the center of the workshop stood a metal chair, next to a workbench piled with sculpting clay, and several carving knives of different sizes were scattered on the floor.

Shi Rui walked to the chair and looked back at Qin Jixiu with anticipation in his eyes: "Brother, can you sit here?"

Qin Jixiu guessed what Shi Rui was going to do. Although he was a little surprised, he was more curious because it was his first time to be a model.

He walked over to the chair and sat down, his body unconsciously tensing.

Seeing this, Shi Rui personally helped him adjust his posture.

Qin Jixiu followed Shi Rui's instructions, crossed his legs, and placed his hands casually on the armrests.

Time passes slowly.

Qin Jixiu's body became increasingly stiff under Shi Rui's fiery gaze. Shi Rui reminded him, "Brother, you can try a different move."

Qin Jixiu looked at Shi Rui's serious profile, and his heart suddenly softened. He asked softly, "Baby, are you interested in continuing to sculpt? If that's what you really love, I support you in doing what you like. Even if you don't want to make it a career, we can buy a studio in Jiangcheng. You can tinker with it when you're free. It wouldn't be bad to just treat it as a hobby."

A hint of emotion flashed in Shi Rui's eyes, and then he smiled again: "No need. Even if I want to make a sculpture, I will only ask you to be the model. But when we are both free, instead of wasting time on this, it is better to just hold you."

"Okay, stop it."

An hour later, Shi Rui finally put down the carving knife and clapped his hands.

Qin Jixiu leaned over to take a look.

That "self" sat upright, with his hands on his knees, and even the folds of his shirt were refined.

Although it is still a semi-finished product and the details have not been carved yet, just looking at the outline, you can see Shirui's skills.

Qin Jizheng was about to praise him, but Shi Rui put down his tools without hesitation and patted his butt: "Brother, let me take you to see our tea garden."

Qin Jixiu's eyes lit up.

The two packed up their things, locked the door of the sculpture gallery, and got into the car again.

Shi Rui drove along the country road towards the tea garden. There was still snow on the farmland beside the road.

Qin Jixiu looked at the scenery outside the window and felt inexplicably lost.

Shi Rui is very familiar with the roads in his hometown. Qin Jixiu couldn't help but start to think wildly. If Shi Rui really wants to return to Lincheng to develop, should he consider buying a house at the junction of the two cities?

He pondered silently—he'd heard from a friend that there was a suitable property near the junction of Jiangcheng and Lincheng. Many couples commuted between the two cities for work and chose to buy a house there. The neighborhood was nice and close to the highway, so it seemed like a good choice.

Shi Rui's tea plantation was so large that Qin Jixiu couldn't see the end of it. He didn't quite understand the income of tea farmers with such a large tea plantation, but it was definitely not as wealthy as the Qin family.

"Do you want to change your car?" Qin Jixiu suddenly asked him.

Shi Rui quickly shook his head and said firmly: "No, my car drives well and there is nothing wrong with it. There is no need to replace it."

Qin Jixiu looked at his serious expression and couldn't help laughing. "Okay, I'll listen to you. But remember, honey, if you want something, just tell me. Don't feel embarrassed. My money is only meaningful if it's spent on the right things, and you are that right thing, understand?"

Shi Rui's heart was moved when he heard that. He suddenly asked, "Do you want to come to my house?"

Qin Jixiu was stunned.

"I'm just kidding," Shi Rui said immediately after noticing his strange expression, "It was a bit too sudden. Let's wait for next time."

Qin Jixiu seemed to catch the disappointment in his eyes and immediately said, "Go, go now."

But he has to prepare gifts for the visit.

He was still thinking about what to bring, but Shi Rui himself backed off first.

Of course he had to back off. It was New Year's Day, and he didn't want to suddenly reveal his lies. What if Qin Jixiu got angry? He would be angry but could only hide it from his parents, which would be even more uncomfortable. What should he do?

Ye Bo had deceived him, and Qin Jixiu still couldn't forgive him.

This made Shi Rui even more hesitant to tell him the truth. Since the day he met Qin Jixiu, Shi Rui had been hiding his family background. If Qin Jixiu knew the truth, Qin Jixiu might think he was scheming.

Wait a little longer until the right time comes.

The two of them wandered around the tea garden for a while before driving back to Jiangcheng. As soon as they got home, Qin Jixiu received a call from Song Zenghui. Song Zenghui invited him and Shi Rui to his house. He was all alone at home, feeling lonely and desolate, with no one to keep him company or care for him. He felt particularly miserable.

Of course Zhu Xun also went to join in the fun.

Hearing that Shi Rui could cook, Zhu Xun suggested eating dinner at home. So, the four men started preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Shi Rui picked up the potatoes, skillfully cut them into thin slices, and then cut them into thin strips.

Qin Jixiu looked at Shi Rui with his sleeves rolled up and his knife skills were very skillful. He didn't know how much better he was than the other two, and he felt a little proud.

Qin Jixiu crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "I wish Xun would learn how to cut vegetables."

Zhu Xun rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Have you ever cut vegetables in your life? How dare you criticize me?"

Shi Rui turned around and smiled while cooking: "It's okay, Ji Xiu doesn't need to learn, I can cook, I can just cook for him in the future."

Song Zenghui and Zhu Xun looked at each other and showed envious expressions at the same time.

Qin Jixiu washed his hands politely and stood aside waiting. Although he didn't do any work, he still kept sweet-talking Shi Rui, saying "You're so great, baby" on the left and "You even know this, that's amazing" on the right, which made Shi Rui very motivated.

Zhu Xun couldn't help but mutter something beside him. He couldn't hear what he said, but it was definitely not a compliment.

Song Zenghui helped while grinning foolishly.

Just then, Song Zenghui's cell phone rang. It was his father calling. Song Zenghui quickly wiped his hands and answered the phone. He walked into the living room and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

My father's voice came from the phone: "Zeng Hui, in a few days, I will take you to meet Mr. Shi from Shengwen Group. He has a cooperative project on hand, and our company would like to discuss it with him. Mr. Shi said he will bring his two sons with him. I will send you a photo of his family of four so you can recognize them in advance."

"Okay, Dad, I got it." Song Zenghui hung up the phone and soon received a photo from his father.

He glanced at the kitchen and saw Shi Rui was still busy cooking, so he put his phone on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to help.

Shi Rui quickly cooked six dishes, including fish, vegetables, meat and soup. Song Zenghui also took out his collection of fine wine and filled their glasses.

As the host, he raised his glass to toast the other three: "Come on, Jixiu, Zhuxun, and Shirui, happy New Year. Thank you for coming to spend the New Year with me, an older single noble. I wish you all good health and happiness in the new year, and a prosperous career."

Each of them said something auspicious.

The four of them clinked their wine glasses together and took a sip.

Zhu Xun tasted the dish first, his eyes widened. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said to Shi Rui, "No, buddy, the food you cook tastes like my mother's. It's super fragrant and delicious!"

Qin Jixiu kicked him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shi Rui said generously: "I figured it out on my own, I haven't learned it specifically. If there's a chance in the future, you and Brother Hui are welcome to come to our house for dinner."

Zhu Xun nodded immediately and said bluntly, "If it wasn't on my way home from get off work, I would go there every day!"

Song Zenghui silently took a few bites of the food. It tasted really good, much better than what he had made himself. What had they said before? Qin Jixiu had been used to being served since he was a child. In the end, he had to find someone who could serve him.

After a few minutes, he suddenly remembered the photo his father sent him, so he picked up his phone and clicked on the photo.

This is a photo of a family of four.

Song Zenghui just took a casual glance and his eyes widened instantly. His hand loosened and the chopsticks fell on the table.

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