Chapter 93: Talking about writing a book for him

Jinghai, Yuejin Villa.

Qi Yanxue had just come out of the bathroom, with water droplets hanging on her hair. The cell phone on the table kept ringing, echoing in the huge and silent house.

He walked over and picked up his phone, which was full of messages from Lu Guanqi.

Watching chess in silence: [［Picture］]

Guanqi Buyu: [Go check the trending searches, they're all going viral! I wish Wendong will publicly confess his love for you!]

Qi Yanxue calmly clicked on the picture.

The screenshot is from the entry #学盐其开山作真原始真原始#

He didn't even take the entire screenshot, just showed him an entry. It was really something. Qi Yanxue couldn't help but curse Lu Guanqi inwardly.

He opened Weibo and was about to click on the entry when his finger stopped and hesitated for a moment.

Regarding Zhu Wendong's book "Xue Yanqi's Secret Love", Qi Yanxue initially suspected that the prototype was Qi Suixun. Later, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he felt that it was probably someone else.

In short, he never thought about himself. Even when Lu Guanqi said he was confessing to him, he doubted himself.

Because the main plot of that book is about the heroine who has a crush on the hero but dares not confess her feelings. She has been paying attention to him silently behind his back until he bravely pursues her in college. After they get together, they get married after graduation. The whole story is very sweet from beginning to end.

Why didn't he think about himself?

Because he was a scoundrel, naughty, and rebellious in high school, and he had nothing in common with a good girl like her who was so outstanding.

They didn't know each other in high school.

Qi Yanxue came back to his senses, his fingertips trembled slightly, and finally clicked on the first-ranked entry.

As soon as I entered, I saw her clarifying Weibo post.

@学盐其: Regarding the prototype of "学盐其的秘密戀", I'm sorry to use the public platform to explain that he is an outsider and an amateur.

But I have good news for you all, I married him!

The comments below are piling up one after another.

"Wow, your secret crush came true!!! Congratulations! Happy wedding!!"

"Finally, one of the world's mysteries has been solved! Congratulations!!"

"I'll just type all 99s all over the screen, shocking everyone! I'll omit the 99s here..."

"I told you there was something wrong with the ring in the lower right corner of the snowman photo. Sure enough, sure enough!"

"Go back upstairs. I'll give you three minutes. I want to know the owner of the ring."

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Qi Yanxue's gaze seemed to be fixed on the phone, and he looked at the text over and over again, as if he wanted to imprint it in his mind.

It turned out to be him.

It was written to him...

How come he didn't notice it during those countless days and nights of reading that book?

He cried like a fool while holding the book, thinking that she was writing about someone else and that she liked someone else.

I thought she went to California because she didn't want him anymore.

Qi Yanxue's fingertips turned white as she clenched the phone, and water droplets from the ends of her hair dripped onto the screen, blurring the word "marriage".

He was alone in the house that had once been filled with traces of her.

There was only one thought left in his mind: he really wanted to see her now.

I want to hug her, kiss her, hear her voice, and smell the scent of white tea on her body.

He missed her so much.

Qi Yanxue dried her hair, quickly got dressed, walked out, and called her secretary: "Book me the next flight to Jiangbei."

"Okay, Mr. Qi, are you going back to Jinghai?"

Qi Yanxue opened the car door, got in the driver's seat, and stepped on the accelerator. "Go back tomorrow morning. Please help me book a ticket back to Jinghai."

Thirty seconds later, the secretary replied, "Mr. Qi, the flight information has been sent to your phone. The nearest flight to Jiangbei tonight is in two hours."

"Hard."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yanxue drove at lightning speed, twice as fast as usual.

After getting on the plane, he was anxious and kept turning the wedding ring on his ring finger to ease his gloomy mood.

Suddenly she remembered that when she flew to Jinghai to find him, she felt the same way and was nervous.

We both have an urgent desire to meet.

It turns out that loving someone is like this. You can’t wait to see her, even if you are thousands of miles away, across mountains and rivers.

An hour and a half after landing in Jiangbei, the secretary had arranged for a driver to wait for him at the airport.

Qi Yanxue got in the car and said, "Uncle Li, go ahead and don't let go."

"Okay, Mr. Qi."

Uncle Li looked through the rearview mirror at President Qi, who had his lips tightly pursed. Although he couldn't tell what emotion he had, he looked very anxious.

He still felt a little regretful that he couldn't help Mr. Qi pursue his wife last time, so this time it was time for him to show off his driving skills.

Uncle Li stepped on the accelerator, turned left, accelerated, and overtook in one go.

Qi Yanxue was completely unaware of this. He lowered his head and turned off the airplane mode on his phone, then saw the call from "Chu Chu's wife."

The call came in an hour ago.

He called back, and it took a long time for the other end to pick up the phone.

"Qi Yanxue?" The voice was still sleepy, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Qi Yanxue glanced at the time. It was one in the morning. She went to bed a little early today.

"Asleep?"

Zhu Wendong dozed off, completely forgetting about the phone call he had made earlier, and mumbled, "Yeah, I fell asleep."

Qi Yanxue's heart softened and he said, "Okay, then you go to sleep."

After hearing this, Zhu Wendong put his phone aside, did not hang up the call, and fell asleep.

After a long time, I vaguely heard the sound of a car door closing and the empty footsteps in the underground garage from my cell phone.

After a while, the combination lock sounded.

The voice seemed close and real, and it didn't seem to come from the other end of the phone.

Zhu Wendong turned over in a half-asleep state, and then his back felt concave, his waist tightened, and his back pressed against the chest that was surrounded by cold air.

She was startled by the cold and woke up completely from her sleep.

The familiar and pleasant scent of cedar penetrates my nose, and I feel a warm and moist touch on the back of my neck.

Zhu Wendong rubbed his eyes and called out uncertainly into the silent night, "Qi Yanxue?"

Qi Yanxue stopped kissing the back of her neck and said, "It's me, Chuchu."

His voice was unusually hoarse.

Zhu Wendong woke up belatedly and wanted to turn over to face him, but he was restrained and unable to move, so he could only lie with his back against him.

She had no choice but to maintain this posture, staring blankly into the darkness, and asked, "Why are you back?"

"I love you so much, wife."

Qi Yanxue said this without any context, his voice filled with an obscure emotion.

Zhu Wendong then recalled the phone call he had made to him before going to bed and asked nervously, "Did you see the Weibo post I posted?"

Qi Yanxue kissed the back of her neck again, not wanting to miss a single inch, "Hmm."

Zhu Wendong felt a little itchy, but he couldn't hide. He tried to keep his voice steady and tried to communicate normally with him, "So you rushed back all the way from Jinghai?"

Qi Yanxue didn't stop moving, "Yeah."

Zhu Wendong resisted but to no avail, "Qi Yanxue, please speak properly."

The hem of her pajamas was lifted up, and she felt a chill on her chest, wrapped around it.

Zhu Wendong's scalp felt numb, his limbs went limp, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

A moist and charming voice sounded in my ears.

"You talk, I listen."

How can she say this!

Zhu Wendong was powerless to resist and felt like a fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, and Qi Yanxue was the executioner.

She gasped and said angrily, "Take your hand back and talk nicely."

"Go on." Qi Yanxue held her earlobe in his mouth and said something completely irrelevant.

Zhu Wendong felt dizzy and her whole body was numb. Every part of her was filled with his scent, which enveloped her powerfully and domineeringly.

She closed her eyes. "What?"

The tone was doubtful.

"Tell me about writing a book for me."

Qi Yanxue withdrew his hand from her chest, turned her over to face him, and gently pinched her waist, "Open your eyes and look at me, baby."