Chapter 299: Eating Hot Pot at a Concert

"oh."

Zhou Shuang couldn't think of anything, so she just let him talk and followed his train of thought.

Qi Huaijing took her to his sports car and parked it in front of the cheongsam factory he mentioned. Zhou Shuang thought it would be a large shopping mall, but she didn't expect it to be located in an ancient courtyard surrounded by water.

Pushing open the half-open door, one saw many embroiderers wearing silk cheongsams with their hair tied up, concentrating on their work. Even though they knew there were guests coming, no one looked up at them.

Zhou Shuang was amazed at the exquisite stitching skills of their hands. A few minutes after she came in, someone hurried over. When he saw Qi Huaijing, he immediately put on a careful smile.

"Boss Qi, why are you here?"

Qi Huaijing said calmly, "Well, bring your wife here to choose two cheongsams."

The woman was about thirty years old, with a plump figure. She wore a modified cheongsam with a lowered color. She was graceful, with a thin waist and a plump butt. Even Zhou Shuang, as a woman, could not help but look at her twice.

She also glanced at Zhou Shuang lightly, and quickly turned her gaze to Qi Huaijing.

"If Madam wants a cheongsam, just tell me. You don't have to come in person. I'll have the person in charge send it to Madam Ren for her to choose from."

Qi Huaijing: "No need, I'll take her to choose and take a look around."

He held her hand and walked slowly forward in the woman's almost jealous and envious eyes. The woman glanced at them and quickly adjusted her mentality.

This pretty girl with a plain face is able to hook up with Qi Huaijing, who is indeed much more pure and beautiful than women like them. Moreover, judging from her age, she is probably a college student who has just reached adulthood. Nowadays, big men like young women with high education and good looks to reproduce the next generation, so she has nothing to feel unbalanced about.

"Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi, please come this way."

The woman led the way, and soon they arrived at the product selection area. There were so many cheongsams in there that it was dizzying. Zhou Shuang reached out to touch them. Each one was made of the finest silk, and felt cool and smooth. There were also winter styles, with fox fur rolled around the neck and cuffs, which made them look both noble and elegant.

In Haicheng, she had never seen cheongsams of such high quality. In upper-class banquets, most of the socialites wore high-end dresses from foreign brands, but almost no one wore cheongsams.

But to be fair, any piece you pick here is more luxurious and elegant than those exaggerated and gorgeous colors, covered with diamonds, and those that lack temperament and can make million-dollar haute couture look like street stall goods.

"Mrs. Qi, please try on any piece you like."

The woman had sharp eyes and quickly selected eight pieces and had them brought to Zhou Shuang.

Zhou Shuang finally chose a light and elegant soft pink cheongsam, with a nipped waist in the middle, tightened at the hips, and phoenix buttons all the way down. The pattern of the cheongsam was dotted with a few pearls. As her body moved slightly, the pearls emitted a sparkling light, making her look even more ethereal.

“So beautiful.”

When Zhou Shuang came out after changing, the women couldn't help but marvel at her outfit. They thought that this outfit was simply made just for Zhou Shuang. Looking closely at her palm-sized face, she had the unparalleled grace of a Jiangnan woman. No wonder the ancient scholars and nobles were willing to pay a fortune for a beautiful woman's smile.

It was so stunningly beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off it. Zhou Shuang hadn't looked in the mirror yet, not knowing what she would look like in it, but she saw Qi Huaijing's eyes fixed on her, and the burning feeling in his eyes made her heart tremble.

“Isn’t it ugly?”

She walked in front of Qi Huaijing a little awkwardly, and if he said anything she didn't like, she would take it off immediately.

"How could it be—"

Zhou Shuang looks almost perfect in this outfit. Even among the models they found, few can look as good as Zhou Shuang in it. After all, models pursue an extremely thin figure, which is not as full as hers, showing more temperament and lines.

Both women seemed nervous before getting Qi Huaijing's confirmation.

This cheongsam shop has a century-old foundation and is one of the businesses under the Qi family. Qi Huaijing is the 106th generation to take over. The woman has also devoted nearly ten years to this place. Her success is to get the boss's recognition.

Qi Huaijing gently took Zhou Shuang's hand, his voice was calm but his eyes were warm: "Of course, they look great. Pick out a few more that you like. We have time anyway, so there's no rush."

He prepared not to go to the company today and to accompany Zhou Shuang.

The woman's face showed a relieved expression when she heard Qi Huaijing's approval. She accompanied Zhou Shuang carefully until Zhou Shuang picked six pieces and refused to pick any more.

Qi Huaijing pointed directly at a whole row of cheongsams and said, "Pack all these styles. I need them for spring, summer, autumn and winter. Send about three boxes to me this afternoon."

Zhou Shuang was startled and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"I don't need that many. I already have a lot from the last time you sent me. How can I wear them all?"

Oh my God, this is not how you do wholesale. If she wears a different piece of clothing every day, she will probably have to wear it for three years.

"It's okay, they're all home stuff, you can come get them anytime you want."

“…”

Zhou Shuang finally reacted after a long while: "Are you saying this is the Qi family's property?"

Qi Huaijing gently tapped her nose: "Well, in addition to cheongsam, there are also tea, porcelain, and ancient painting restoration. All the intangible cultural heritage you can think of are involved."

Zhou Shuang blinked, and now her feelings towards Qi Huaijing were not just praise, but admiration.

For thousands of years of Chinese civilization, many people have only focused on chasing fashion trends and have discarded many good things passed down by their ancestors. However, Qi Huaijing took them over and passed them down from generation to generation. This thoughtfulness alone is precious.

"Wear this one. I think it looks good on you. No need to change it."

The young wife in front of him had fair skin and black hair that fell naturally behind her like silk. The simple and elegant cheongsam outlined her body curves beautifully, and even women couldn't help but take a second look.

At this time, Qi Huaijing's cell phone rang, and he put it close to his ear.

"Mr. Qi, the two concert tickets you ordered have been issued and sent to your phone. Please check."

It was his assistant who called. Qi Huaijing said calmly, "Okay."

After hanging up, he looked at Zhou Shuang and said, "Let's go to the Grand Theater for dinner later. There will be a concert by a national singer there this afternoon. I've bought the tickets, so you can go and watch it."

Zhou Shuang knew the value of this concert. It was said that scalpers were selling tickets for more than 300,000 yuan each, so you can imagine how valuable they were. She was surprised that Qi Huaijing knew she liked it.

"It's rare for Mrs. Qi to enjoy concerts at her age. I thought only people like us in our late 40s would go."

The woman interrupted, probably trying to find a topic on purpose.

Zhou Shuang smiled faintly: "Art knows no age. In fact, I also feel that there is a generation gap between me and people of the same age."

For example, Qi Luoyan really can't appreciate the Pop Mart that she likes, but she has a special liking for objects closely related to the Chinese cultural heritage, such as collectibles, ancient paintings, and cheongsams.

He also dislikes noisy concerts and prefers operas, concerts, and piano recitals. This is strikingly similar to Qi Huaijingdao.

The woman smiled awkwardly. Apart from cheongsam, she really didn't know anything else. She just chatted for a few minutes and couldn't stand the feeling of being completely ignored by Qi Huaijing.

Before meeting Mrs. Qi, the woman felt that for a man like Qi Huaijing, the best person to be with him was a woman like herself. A little understanding of Chinese culture could also help his career.

Of course, she had also met the vice president next to Qi Huaijing, but she always felt that she was too strong a woman, and Qi Huaijing would definitely not like her.

But after meeting Zhou Shuang today, the woman had to admit defeat.

The age difference, knowledge, as well as Zhou Shuang's manners, figure and temperament all fit the saying - the peach tree is young and tender, its flowers are bright and beautiful, and the daughter is married, and she is suitable for her family.

She is more than just a little bit short.

Qi Huaijing and Zhou Shuang were talking to each other, and the woman wisely stepped aside and stopped disturbing them.

After all, it would be redundant for either of them to have sex when they are too well-matched.

After picking out the cheongsam, Qi Huaijing naturally took her hand and got into the car. She sat in his passenger seat and the man leaned over to fasten the safety buckle for her.

A familiar breath came to her face, and Zhou Shuang could even clearly see the fine hairs on his face and the light falling on his side face.

As Qi Huaijing's chest rose and fell, they could feel each other's heartbeats almost at the same time.

It was Qi Huaijing who broke the silence first: "Are you afraid of me?"

Seeing Zhou Shuang's nervousness, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

She had never seen him like this before. Even Qi Huaijing himself was surprised by his calm expression, because no one had ever seen him so calm.

He is always serious and oppressive. He is handsome but not friendly. While people appreciate his handsomeness, they also have to face the urgency brought by his aura.

"fine."

Zhou Shuang turned her face away, trying to use the wind outside the car window to dispel the heat on her face.

I'm not really afraid, but when I face him, I can't help but think of what happened last night.

Qi Huaijing used his eyes to gently describe her facial features. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains without any paint, and her lips were as red as red cherries without any lipstick. She looked very kissable at first glance...

Qi Huaijing was dissatisfied with her pretending to look elsewhere, so he reached out and turned her face to force her to look at his handsome face.

“Shuangshuang——”

"Um?"

Zhou Shuang was a little confused, wondering what he was going to say. Finally, she clearly heard the word "forget it" from Qi Huaijing's mouth. When she was surprised, he had already kissed her.

For a split second, Zhou Shuang felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. He exuded the deadly, alluring scent of patchouli, and Zhou Shuang was completely unprepared, just like last night.

If Qi Huaijing hadn't accidentally hit the car horn, the sound startled the two of them and caused them to quickly separate. Zhou Shuang didn't know if he would have taken her in the car.

Qi Huaijing was obviously very upset, but he didn't show it obviously.

"Let's go, let's grab a seat first so we can enjoy the view while eating."

Zhou Shuang also pretended to be calm and lifted her hair, looking at her flushed face in the rearview mirror. Her eyes, which had always been wise, now had a hint of haziness and silliness.

Sure enough, the saying that love makes people stupid is true. She felt that her eyes at this moment were not much different from those of the Husky dog ​​that often appeared on a certain video software.

The concert was held in the largest theater in Rongcheng. Qi Huaijing had indeed booked a private room, which was fully equipped with snacks, fruit plates, tea, and wine, and also had a dedicated staff to serve him.

Zhou Shuang once again lamented the charm of money. Just like her family, since she was born, there were few people around her whom she could interact normally, even those celebrities and rich kids.

So she chose to go abroad. There were many rich people there, and everyone ate the same food as white people. They would carry instant noodles in the dormitory and post on WeChat Moments late at night.

The overseas Chinese were all starving. At that time, all they could show off was their cooking skills. No one showed off their cocktail parties, high-end bags, watches and luxury cars, because none of those could compare to the envy of a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"I'll have someone bring you whatever you want to eat."

He took out an exquisite picture album like a magic trick. Zhou Shuang had thought it was a magazine before. As expected, after leaving the inland upper class society, many memories became unclear.

There are so many outrageous things in Haicheng, this is nothing.

"Whatever."

Having said that, my eyes involuntarily fell on the seafood and the specialty of Rongcheng, hot pot.

I just don't know if it would be too strong or not good to eat it this way.

Qi Huaijing was able to grasp her needs very well and asked his assistant to send her hot pot and seafood platter, but he chose mushroom soup as the base, which was not as spicy as the other one.

Zhou Shuang can't eat spicy food very well, she prefers light food.

After a while, someone really brought out the clear soup hotpot, which was accompanied by many of Zhou Shuang's favorite dishes. She couldn't help but look at the podium.

The musicians and conductor of the concert had all entered the venue one after another. Wouldn't it be too careless and impolite for her and Qi Huaijing to eat hot pot while listening to such elegant music?

She glanced at him. Qi Huaijingdao was not at all restrained, but was busy putting seasonal vegetables into the hot pot soup.

“…”

"how?"

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Qi Huaijing glanced at her lightly. Zhou Shuang's face was a little red and her expression was not very natural.

"We really have to eat hot pot here, isn't it a bit bad?"

Oh my god, let it get out that she ate hot pot at the concert, that's too outrageous.

"Do you mind?"

That wasn't what she meant; she just thought others would mind.

"Don't worry, no one can see us. Besides, I spent 300,000 yuan to get this private room. No one will dare to say anything if we spend the night here."

Three, three hundred thousand?

Well, Zhou Shuang had to say that he was indeed generous. Although this amount of money was nothing in their Zhou family, Zhou Shuang still felt distressed.

"There's really no need to spend this money. We can choose a seat with a good view. There's no need to sit in the box."

It was the private room, more than 20 square meters, facing the podium. There was a huge screen, and everyone on the stage could be seen clearly. Moreover, the music was right next to her ears. She looked at the bowl of hot pot beef that Qi Huaijing picked up with chopsticks, and the aroma almost made her dizzy.

"Don't worry, the people in the audience and the singers won't see us, we'll just eat our food.

He focused on feeding Zhou Shuang meatballs and prawns, and the last packet of snail noodles finally broke Zhou Shuang's defense.

"Let's forget about this."

The two people said in unison that the taste was indeed a bit strong.

"Well, instant noodles."