This man had a pair of deep eyes, and his eyes stayed on her for a moment. Fan Qi felt a little cold under such gaze. She looked down at herself. Oh my! How could she not be cold? She was wearing a tight skirt that could not cover her chest or legs.

She remembered that tonight the original owner had agreed to accompany a wealthy businessman for a social event with the director who had been kind to her. Even though she had just had an argument with Chen Zhiqian and he had warned her that if she made such a film again, he would drag her back to Shanghai, the original owner still changed into this cool, sexy, tight skirt that showed off her curves and prepared to attend the dinner.

Fuck her! Fan Qi, who worked as a researcher in an investment bank for three years, feels like vomiting whenever he recalls those greasy and ignorant financial men who tried their best to persuade her to drink and even made advances at the dinner table.

When the two were speechless, the phone on the table rang, and she picked up the phone: "Hello!"

"Come to Xingxing Tea House right now. I've found a makeup artist to do some makeup for you. Don't look too tacky when you meet Boss Ye..." A burst of Cantonese was spoken across the phone.

I can actually understand Cantonese? Fan Qi was still in shock when the other party asked again: "Did you hear that?"

Fan Qi realized that this person was the original owner's agent. She said calmly, "I'm busy."

"No time?" The agent was stunned for a moment, and his voice suddenly rose. "Brother Wang praised you so much and could use you, and you said you didn't have time? You can't go if you say you won't go? In the entertainment industry, such social events are unavoidable, and Boss Ye said that if you go, he will give you 3,000 yuan."

"Three thousand?" Paid drinking companionship? Fan Qi, who was already impatient, said in a stiff tone in his not-so-fluent Cantonese: "I suggest you think about the similarities and differences between pimping and being an agent. If it's not in the contract, don't come to me!"

Fan Qi hung up the phone, then thought that his agent would definitely continue calling, so he picked up the receiver and put it on the table to prevent him from calling.

A "gulp" sound reminded her that the original owner had only eaten a little for lunch in order to maintain her figure. She was already dressed, what else could she do? She had to fill her stomach first.

This house is extremely small and there is no independent kitchen. The stove is just around the corner. Fan Qi opened the cupboard above and saw several packets of instant noodles inside. She took out one packet, but her stomach reminded her that one packet of noodles was not enough, so she had another one.

Fan Qi took two packets of noodles, two eggs and a handful of vegetables from the refrigerator, and boiled water to cook the noodles.

The instant noodles cooked quickly. She squatted down in her tight skirt, opened the cupboard door and took out the bowl. Then she remembered that there was another person in the room. She paused and turned to look at Chen Zhiqian, who was sitting at the dining table, writing furiously with a pen in his hand.

The evening sun, which was no longer scorching, shone through the west window, shining on his face, which looked sharper with a little more, but less masculine. If any of those men who deliberately wanted to get close to her were half as good-looking as him, would she still have the heart to reject him?

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Chen Zhiqian turned his head to look at her. His eyes were as deep as a cold pond. Fan Qi thought of the twenty-seven knives and shuddered. Her thoughts vanished like smoke. She took out two bowls of noodles and stood up. She divided the noodles in the pot into two and put one egg in each bowl.

She brought the noodles to the dining table: "Let's eat! I cooked noodles."

Chen Zhiqian seemed a little surprised, paused for a moment, and said, "Okay, thank you!"

He reached out to take the documents on the table, took the noodles and chopsticks, picked up the noodles and started eating.

Fan Qi picked up the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup. Seeing the lipstick on the rim of the bowl, she reached out for a tissue to wipe the lipstick off and continued to eat the noodles. After the bowl of noodles went into her stomach, she finally felt a little better.

"Fan Qi." Hearing his voice, Fan Qi, who was trying to eat, looked up. Chen Zhiqian looked at her and said, "I'm free recently. Why don't I go back to Shanghai with you, talk to both sides' elders, and get a divorce?"

When reading the novel, Fan Qi was wondering how such a powerful man like Chen Zhiqian could marry such a wife. It was not until he integrated the original owner's memory that he understood the reason.

The marriage between the original owner and Chen Zhiqian was actually an arranged marriage of the old generation.

Before liberation, the Chen family was a big capitalist in Shanghai. After liberation, the family's factory was transformed into a joint public-private enterprise, and the family lived a relatively stable life. After Chen Zhiqian was born, the Chen family hired the original owner's grandmother as a nanny to take care of the child.