Chapter 103 Can You Try to Depend on Him

Qi Yanxue glanced at him coldly, "You're quite shameless. You're still here after losing."

Zhu Wendong sat beside him, playing with his five fingers out of boredom.

Perhaps she should have avoided the scene of the father-son conversation.

She leaned close to Qi Yanxue's ear and said in a low voice, "Do you want me to wait for you over there?"

"No need," Qi Yanxue's tone softened as she spoke to her, her long eyelashes drooping, "Stay with me."

Zhu Wendong didn't say anything else, quietly lowered his presence, and started eating the dessert on the plate in front of him.

Qi Kancheng's face froze a little at Qi Yanxue's disregard, but after a moment, he returned to normal and chuckled, "Is this the person you're going to marry?"

Qi Yanxue didn't answer but retorted: "You're eating pickles today, your life is so free."

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Qi Kancheng was silent for half a second, then said calmly, "I came here today to say that I can give up the throne. Although I originally planned to let Axun inherit, he is unwilling to marry or take over. After all, your last name is Qi, so it's not bad to hand it over to you."

The Qi family did pay attention to bloodlines when Old Master Qi was the steward, but when the old master passed away three years ago, the corrupt and rigid rules disappeared.

After that, Qi Kancheng settled in Germany and was willing to hand over his domestic businesses to Qi Yanxue, but it was limited to agency rights.

Qi Yanxue leaned back in her chair, her cold eyes swept towards him, and she sneered, her tone icy: "You won't need to eat porridge with this mouth when you get old. It's just right to chew bricks. They're hard anyway."

If he hadn't fought for it, Qi Kancheng wouldn't have left him a single cent of the group's shares.

But Qi Kancheng still insists on being stubborn.

Qi Kancheng's gentle expression changed, "Do you have to make things so awkward?"

"What? Are you planning to put me in solitary confinement again?" Qi Yanxue's tone was gloomy, revealing an unspoken coldness.

Qi Kancheng knew that he was now fully grown and could no longer do anything to him. He shifted his gaze to his side and changed the subject, "Why don't you introduce me to him? We'll be family from now on."

"You only remembered we were a family after you lost control?"

Qi Yanxue's dull face showed a hint of amused smile, and he said calmly, "Wait until you can stay in that shabby basement for 24 hours before coming to talk to me about your family."

Due to the elegance that had permeated his bones over the years, Qi Kancheng suppressed his anger and was too lazy to communicate with him anymore. He stood up straight and asked one last question before leaving.

"Did you go to the cemetery on your mother's death anniversary some time ago?"

Qi Yanxue looked at him with mockery in her eyes, "If you had gone to the cemetery, you would have known whether I had been there or not."

There were many eyes looking over here. Qi Kancheng nodded calmly and greeted them, then turned and left the banquet hall.

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After he saw the man leave, Zhu Wendong leaned over to look at him, and asked in confusion, "Have you ever been put in solitary confinement before?"

It wasn't that Zhu Wendong deliberately heard what they were talking about, but she was sitting too close, so their voices fell into her ears without reservation.

Qi Yanxue said nothing, just stared at her, unwilling to move even a little bit.

Zhu Wendong didn't quite understand what it was like to be in solitary confinement, but he guessed the general meaning from the wording of his words, and instantly understood why Qi Yanxue could adapt to the darkness faster than ordinary people.

Her heart twisted into a ball, and she frowned and asked, "Is it uncomfortable to stay in a place where you can't tell the difference between day and night for so long?"

"Not bad." Qi Yanxue avoided his gaze and answered calmly.

"We're all human beings, staying in a dark place," Zhu Wendong said, his fingertips turning white as he clutched the thin blanket around him. "How can we be okay?"

The noisy conversations around were disturbing. Qi Yanxue did not answer. He suddenly took her hand, stood up and walked out.

"Boss Qi, are you leaving now? We haven't even discussed our cooperation yet!"

Someone behind him called him anxiously.

Qi Yanxue turned a deaf ear to it until they reached an uninhabited area, where the wind stopped and the air became still.

Under the warm orange street lights, his smooth outlines were hidden in the light, and his long eyelashes hid the dark emotions in his eyes.

"What about you?" Qi Yanxue spoke word by word with difficulty. "When you're abroad and can't sleep all night, does it feel hard?"

Zhu Wendong replied subconsciously: "Not bad."

After they say it, they realize that they are always used to covering up past scars and are unwilling to reveal them even to their close ones.

They are willing to share the good times, but neither of them wants the other to share the bad times.

Qi Yanxue wrapped the thin blanket tightly around her shoulders, bent down, took her hand, and interlocked their fingers.

"Zhu Wendong, can you also try to rely on me?"

The voice was like a cold wind blowing across the eyes, bringing up a sour emotion.

This is how Zhu Linbin was dealt with initially, and this is also how he is being hypocritical now.

Zhu Wendong lowered his head and bit his lip, "Give me some time."

"Look up." Qi Yanxue stared at her lowered head.

Zhu Wendong did as he was told and slowly raised his head to look at his sharp and taut jawline.

Then I heard him pull his lips and spit out two words, "Kiss me."

The clear voice contained a command.

Zhu Wendong didn't move, but just said, "Take me to see where you are being held in solitary confinement."

Qi Yanxue didn't answer. He placed his palm on the back of her neck, pulled her closer, bent down and blocked her soft lips, his tongue constantly entangled with hers.

They had done something more intimate just yesterday, but Zhu Wendong felt that this kiss contained deeper and heavier emotions, strong, hot, like a surging tide.

A melancholy I'd never felt before permeated my lips and tongue. The stubborn seed buried in the damp soil finally sprouted.

In the endless darkness, the first ray of morning light shines through.

After a long moment, Qi Yanxue let her go and stared at her intently, "Do you really want to see it?"

Zhu Wendong took a deep breath and said firmly, "Yes."

-

It was the second day when Qi Yanxue brought Zhu Wendong to the Qi family mansion. At that time, there were only the housekeeper and nanny in the mansion.

The butler bent down and called out, "Second Young Master."

I've never seen the Second Young Master bring a woman here before. Seeing them holding hands and hearing about the Second Young Master getting married, I naturally called the cool and beautiful woman behind him, "Young Madam."

Qi Yanxue turned her head to look at him, "He's not here?"

Understanding his implication, the butler replied, "The master flew to Germany last night."

"Clear all the people and leave only a few behind." Qi Yanxue ordered calmly.

Without waiting for the butler's answer, he took Zhu Wendong into the villa. No one had lived in the villa for many years. Qi Kancheng would only stay here for a few days when he returned to China every year.

So it is deserted and lifeless when no one is around.

Zhu Wendong followed him through the living room and corridor and stopped in front of a door. Qi Yanxue opened the door emotionlessly.

What comes into view is a staircase extending downwards. The boundaries of the stairs become more blurred as you go down, as if staring into a swallowing abyss.

Zhu Wendong raised his foot to go down, but was pulled back by Qi Yanxue.

"There's no light down there, so just stand here and watch."

Qi Yanxue leaned lazily against the wall, his eyelids slightly raised, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Zhu Wendong didn't go any further down. He just stared at the bottomless darkness and asked, "What's it like down there?"

Qi Yanxue answered without thinking: "As long as there is a bed, a table, and a sofa, the bedroom will be whatever it is."

I can't tell the truth from the falsehood in his words.

Zhu Wendong fell silent, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in her eyes. After a long moment, she asked seriously:

"Can you smash it?"