Chapter 63 Brother-in-law [VIP]

Qingran moved her covered fingers but didn't speak. The man's palm was very hot, like a flint that almost melted her.

He lowered his eyelashes to avoid the man's almost tangible gaze.

Fu Qingyan didn't press him, and lowered her eyes to start unbuckling her seatbelt.

The small seatbelt couldn't accommodate two hands moving at the same time. Qingran pulled her hand away from the warmth of her body, hesitated for a moment while holding it in the air, and finally naturally placed it on the shoulder of the person in front of her.

The landing point was incredibly coincidental; the palm rested on the shoulder, and the skin on the side of the thumb just touched the man's neck.

The neck was as hot as the palms.

Upon feeling this brief contact, Fu Qingyan paused, his hands methodically examining the fastened seatbelt, but his mind wandered off uncontrollably.

For the first time, he found the aroma of tea made from sun-dried rose petals to be so rich and captivating.

"What if we can't solve it?" Qingran asked softly.

The hand resting on his shoulder tightened slightly as if out of concern, the palm lightly brushing against the man's sensitive skin, bringing an indescribable itch.

Fu Qingyan carefully savored this teasing, whether intentional or unintentional, his expression unchanged, only his voice deepened, his tone both joking and serious.

"If I can't unlock it, then I'll have no choice but to keep you locked in my car for the rest of your life."

Qingran tapped his neck: "The old saying goes, 'A golden house is kept to hide a beauty,' what is this?"

"Although there's no golden house, at least the name of keeping a mistress is fitting?" Fu Qingyan chuckled, his voice as melodious as a harp.

As soon as he finished speaking, the seatbelt, now free from spiritual control, snapped open.

"Looks like I'm not as lucky as the legends say," the man sighed, seemingly regretting that he had missed the chance to lock someone in the car for life.

Qingran lowered her hand from the man's shoulder: "Perhaps you're still missing a golden house."

"Then adding the Golden House will suffice?" Fu Qingyan asked back, taking the opportunity to grasp the young man's withdrawn hand.

Qingran: "Perhaps what's important isn't the golden house itself, but whether you can satisfy the people inside."

"How can I satisfy him?" After saying that, she laughed at herself: "You asked too quickly. This is the question I should be thinking about."

The young man's hands were slender and jade-like, exquisite like works of art. They looked much better lying quietly in his palm than when they were casually held.

Fu Qingyan reached into the car's front storage compartment and took out a simply packaged gift box. He pushed the lid open with one hand and then took out a bracelet and put it on Qingran's wrist.

It was a platinum clasp bracelet with a small metal pendant hanging from the clasp, bearing a frosted, cursive letter Y.

"I saw this on the way to pick you up, and I thought it would suit you perfectly."

Qingran raised his right hand, now adorned with the bracelet, and shook it. The soft metallic texture of the bracelet complemented his fair skin perfectly.

He watched as the metal plate swayed and flipped, revealing its front side.

"Y, banquet?"

Fu Qingyan didn't explain: "Do you still like it?"

His gaze was fixed on the letters hanging on the young man's wrist, as if they were his personal mark on the young man, and his eyes held a deep-seated admiration and pleasure.

"Mr. Fu has said this to so many people," Qingran said, her gaze shifting from the bracelet to the man's face, "asking him if he likes it, saying he can be his background."

Fu Qingyan's gaze shifted from the wristband to the young man's clear eyes, and he smiled helplessly, "Just you."

Qingran neither said she believed it nor she didn't.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu, for bringing me back," he said, getting out of the car and raising his right hand. "And thank you for the gift, Mr. Fu."

She pulled his wrist closer and kissed it, her rosy lips landing perfectly on the cold metal plate. With a gentle smile, she said, "I like it very much."

Then, without looking back, he walked away under the scorching, almost tangible gaze from behind.

Inside the car, the figure disappeared from sight at the hotel entrance, and the man closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat with a relaxed air.

Pull open the collar, loosen the cuffs, then take off the glasses and rub the bridge of the nose.

Fu Qingyan opened his eyes with a boredom and a lack of interest after his phone chimed with a new message.

The message came from someone unexpected but delightful.

Qingran: [It seems we missed the wine tasting segment today?]

Fu Qingyan: [I'm too rushed, I don't have time to go home and get it. How about you come visit my house another day?]

Qingran didn't answer directly: "Let me think... Saturday might be a day off~"

The man's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. He tapped his finger, and felt the faint fragrance in the car, which had faded as its owner left, gradually intensify again.

At this moment, he was genuinely regretful that the seatbelt hadn't held him in place for longer.

On the other side, Qingran returned to the hotel and first told the system something.

[Zero Zero, what have the Xi family been up to lately?]

Having just finished watching the live version of the scene, the system, with its mechanical heart pounding, frantically investigated and answered questions.

[Xi's father is in a small, dark room, probably having a secret rendezvous with his mistress. Xi's mother is doing her pre-sleep skincare routine, Xi Qingsong is playing video games with his classmates, and Xi Qingning is finalizing her project proposal.]

After Wu Cuilian switched the babies, she secretly kept an eye on the Xi family for a while. When she learned that her son had the character "Qing" in the middle of the next generation of the Xi family, she insisted on persuading Xu Guoqiang to name the original owner Xu Qingran.

Xu Guoqiang didn't care about names, and Wu Cuilian actually got it done.

Unfortunately, her knowledge was limited. She only knew that the next generation of the Xi family had the character "Qing" in their middle name, but she didn't know that the third character had to be composed of the radical "Mu" (wood).

[Don't worry about Xi Qingsong and Xi Qingning for now. Keep an eye on Xi's parents' movements. They don't need to be involved in Yong City. If they show any signs of leaving Yong City for an extended period, please let me know.]

The system readily agreed, entered the information into the program, and then asked: "[Why are you monitoring them?]"

Qingran: [This will make it easier for me to get the hair follicles for a paternity test as soon as possible.]

When he returns to the Xi family, he can't just say he's the Xi family's biological son and expect them to believe him. It would be more efficient to present evidence directly.

System: [Is the host preparing to go to the Xi family to acknowledge their relatives?]

Qingran: [Soon.]

The system lit a candle for Fu Qingyan, and after a while couldn't help but ask: [Are we really going to keep this from Fu Qingyan forever? I think he really likes the host~]

Fu Qingyan was simply the most proactive fragment it had ever seen!

Qingran snorted: "[He didn't even tell me he has a girlfriend on the surface.] How much of what he calls 'liking' is genuine?"

That's right!

The system firmly stands by the host's side. That's right, Fu Qingyan doesn't even say he has a girlfriend in name, so what's wrong with lying to him!

*

Saturday hasn't even arrived yet, and Friday is already here.

These past two days, Qingran and Fu Qingyan have continued to meet briefly each afternoon, just like before, taking advantage of the opportunity to order takeout.

On Friday afternoon, Qingran had something to do, so after delivering the food, she rode her bike to Eric's studio.

Eric was the client for Qingran's first time working as a print model.

Yesterday, he contacted Qingran and said that the promotional photos taken last time were very effective, and customer service reported that many customers came specifically because of the models' faces in the promotional photos.

Although not everyone who asks will buy, sales have increased by at least 50% compared to the same period last quarter, so Eric wants to reshoot the promotional photos for some of the store's classic models.

This time, without going through Wei Lin, Qing Ran can receive the full payment; she can earn 2000 yuan if she finishes filming in half a day.

Because the last shoot went well, his value increased.

Qingran arrived at the studio a little after 2 PM and immediately got to work, changing clothes, getting her makeup done, and posing according to the client's and photographer's requests.

The two parties had previous experience working together, so they cooperated quite well and finished their work around 7 p.m.

Then Eric said he was in a good mood because he finished work early, so he treated everyone to dinner. After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock.

"Qingran, I have a business opportunity to introduce to you," Eric said to Qingran after leaving the restaurant.

Although he works in fashion design, his appearance is not as "trendy" as the stereotypical image of a male designer. He is dressed quite neatly and takes out his phone to say, "A friend of mine who studies traditional clothing saw your photos and wants to ask you to take a couple of photos of your outfits to see how they look. Are you interested?"

He then handed Qingran his friend's number, saying, "He has your number too, he might contact you in the next couple of days."

Qingran entered her contact information: "Okay, thank you."

Eric smiled knowingly: "If you really want to thank me, why don't we go to a bar for a drink?"

Qingran: "I don't drink alcohol."

Eric shook his head. She couldn't even be bothered to give a reason for refusing, but what can you do when a beautiful woman has special privileges?

"Just kidding, do you need me to take you home?"

Qingran said no need: "I'll just take a walk and enjoy the breeze."

After saying goodbye to Eric and the others, Qingran received a notification on her phone shortly afterward that her payment had been credited to her account. She then glanced at her current bank balance.

A little over forty thousand.

The money is enough for a paternity test, but it's not even enough to cover the price per square meter of housing in Yongshi.

Fortunately, he wasn't obsessed with buying a house; he was comfortable living in a luxury villa as well as in a remote mountain forest.

[Host, what do we do next? Continue delivering food?] the system asked with great interest.

In this world, it works for its host every day and has finally found its sense of existence, talking about delivering takeout with great enthusiasm.

Qingran: [No, I need to rest for a while.]

Remembering that she had put on makeup, changed clothes many times, and hadn't showered yet, and couldn't return to the hotel immediately, she used magic to clean herself quietly, and indeed felt much more relaxed and comfortable.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the radiance of the spiritual core flowed and nearly solidified into a physical form.

If all goes well, I should have absorbed enough insights into the evolution and convergence of this world by now.

When his spiritual core is formed and his foundation for cultivation is established, he will need to undergo seclusion for an indefinite period to consolidate it and experience the trials of that small world...

What is Fu Qingyan doing now?

The system glanced at the screen and commented: "[Hmm, he's drinking with his friends, not too far from us~]"

Qingran: [Address.]

The system posted the address and route, which happened to be the same restaurant where we had delivered food last time.

Strolling towards the bar, Fu Qingyan received a system report as she neared her destination: [The party's over, Fu Qingyan is about to call a designated driver.]

Qingran raised an eyebrow: [I snatched the order.]

The system did as instructed quickly, and in less than three seconds boasted, "[Done!]"

Qingran: [Zero Zero is awesome~]

Before the demons could even exchange a few words of flattery, Qingran's phone vibrated, and the caller ID showed it was none other than Fu Qingyan.

Oh, I almost forgot that the designated driver's number is also displayed.

As I walked, I swiped the answer button and placed it to my ear.

"Now you're not just delivering food, you've started offering ride-hailing services too?" A familiar voice came through the phone.

Qingran jokingly revealed the truth: "I only became a designated driver because you called one. In fact, I hired a top hacker to monitor you, and he knows your every move."

The system—a top-tier hacker—secretly puffed out its chest.

"Is that so?" the man said lazily, with a languid smile. "I'd rather you monitor me personally than use a top-tier hacker."

The tone was lowered and slowed, as if the voice was close to the eardrum.

"It's best to keep a close watch on them and never leave their side."

"OK."

The man chuckled: "If you agree, when can I meet my personal driver for tonight?"

"Why don't you turn around and look?"

Fu Qingyan subconsciously turned around and saw Qing Ran holding her phone under a streetlamp not far away, tilting her head and smiling slightly. The bracelet on her wrist shimmered with tiny lights, like crushed ice stirring wine. His heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly captivated.

A note from the author:

Thanks for the lightning strike, thanks for the watering, chirp!

Look! The silly guy threw a landmine.

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