"Mo Weiyun, I don't want to eat grass!" Yu Qiuchi angrily picked up some greens and shouted at Mo Weiyun in the kitchen.
Mo Weiyun was washing tomatoes, and he said he couldn't hear her.
Yu Qiuchi reluctantly picked up the vegetable and ran to the kitchen. He turned off the tap and said, "Wash it clean!"
"Whoever marries you will save money!" Mo Weiyun wiped the water off his face. He looked at the vegetables in Yu Qiuchi's hand and said helplessly, "The kitchen is smoky, so just wait outside."
Yu Qiuchi stuffed some greens into Mo Weiyun's mouth: "Why wasn't it me who married her?"
Mo Weiyun sized up Yu Qiuchi's figure with a strange look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Yu Qiuchi felt that Mo Weiyun was up to no good!
"Okay." Mo Weiyun scalded off the tomato skin: "They're all my people anyway."
Yu Qiuchi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He noticed that Mo Weiyun seemed to be getting more and more outrageous lately. Last night, he kissed him while pinning him down, and in that way... What a scumbag who doesn't uphold male virtues before marriage!
Our CEO Mo personally cooked lunch today. Although Yu Qiuchi was a little disgusted with the vegetables, she still obediently ate them all!
Mo Weiyun has been very busy lately because of her appearance on the show. In the afternoon, Yu Qiuchi was curled up in his cat's bed, playing games.
This time, Chi Ye was smart and hired four bodyguards to protect Princess Xiao Qiao throughout the entire process!
He was engrossed in playing games, and through the French windows he could see the sky gradually darkening outside. Yu Qiuchi got up from his soft nest. Mo Weiyun had a party tonight and would be home late, and he was bored, so he decided to start his nightlife.
Yu Qiuchi recalled his past memories. His nightlife consisted of going to bars or watching races, which was pitifully lacking. But Yu Qiuchi couldn't think of anything else.
Just as Yu Qiuchi arrived at the bar entrance and was about to make a call to gather more people, he saw someone he never expected—Song Yaozhuo.
Today, Song Yaozhuo was wearing a black windbreaker, a very versatile style. It didn't look very thick, but it was more than enough for the night. The neon lights outside the store made him look somewhat decadent. He was holding a cool helmet and leaning against his motorcycle, smoking.
As Yu Qiuchi approached, he noticed a number of cigarette butts around him, indicating that the area had been there for a long time.
"Brother Yu, are you heartbroken and here for a drink?" Yu Qiuchi shook the ash off Song Yaozhuo's jacket and teased, "Why don't you go inside? Why are you smoking outside?"
Song Yuzhuo's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Yu Qiuchi, who was smiling at him. His fingertips trembled slightly as he shook off the cigarette that was still shimmering with red flowers.
Fortunately, the ground here is concrete, so it won't catch fire.
His tone was flat and concise: "Waiting for a friend."
“I’m also waiting for a friend. In that case, how about we have a drink together? It’ll keep you company.” Yu Qiuchi tilted his head, gesturing for him to come in.
Unexpectedly, Song Yaozhuo reached out and grabbed Yu Qiuchi, who was about to enter the store. You could see the neon lights flashing in his eyes: "I've been waiting."
Yu Qiuchi was stunned by Song Yaozhuo's words. He quickly recovered and brushed Song Yaozhuo away from his sleeve: "There are rules in variety shows that you can't ask about the whereabouts and contact information of guests without permission. Brother Yu, you've broken the rules."
“I didn’t ask.” Song Yaozhuo’s eyes were bright. He was an extremely reserved person, but Yu Qiuchi could see a burning fire in them: “Everyone knows.”
Everyone knows? Did Tang Ke or Zhou Baixi reveal it?
Yu Qiuchi took a moment to process this, and then realized that "everyone" here didn't refer to the dating show guests, but rather to the spoiled rich kids in their upper-class circle.
Song Yaozhuo's family is also in business. Although he has no intention of taking over his father's company now, his father still has to plan for his future. In social circles, everyone knows about each other's trivial matters.
Yu Qiuchi has always been a well-known figure in the industry, and the places he goes to are just a few, so it's not hard to find out.
Yu Qiuchi sighed, his gaze towards Song Yaozhuo was complicated.
"So you waited here specifically for me?"
Song Yaozhuo nodded slightly. Yu Qiuchi's scarf was a little crooked. He lowered his eyes and reached out to help straighten it, but Yu Qiuchi subtly avoided him and straightened the scarf himself.
"Why did you come to me?" Yu Qiuchi could roughly guess, but he had no other topics to discuss.
Song Yaozhuo withdrew his hand. Just now, when Yu Qiuchi was dodging, Song Yaozhuo's fingertips had brushed across the back of Yu Qiuchi's hand, feeling a very hot temperature.
He didn't know why he was here waiting for this very small chance, since Yu Qiuchi hadn't come here as often as before after returning to China.
He had heard of Yu Qiuchi before, and even met him once, in this very bar, when he and his father had a major falling out over his college application choices.
His father wanted him to study something related to business so he could take over the company, but he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and wanted to study photography.
In the end, his father compromised, but on one condition: that he accompany him to the capital to discuss business and that he get to know the wealthy young men.
Song Yaozhuo could understand his father's meaning, to let him feel this atmosphere of extravagance and debauchery, but unfortunately, Song Yaozhuo remained silent and motionless amidst the loud music. He sat quietly in the corner watching the rich kids revel and dance wildly.
He was out of place.
But he heard one name a lot – Master Chi. Even though he didn't show up for the first half of the event, his name was constantly being mentioned.
Some people say he's really arrogant, beating up someone the day before yesterday and beating up someone the day after tomorrow. He's really powerful, and the higher-ups don't care, so he can do whatever he wants.
He also mentioned his older brother, who was just the son of a chicken that anyone could ride, yet he was so lucky to have married Madam Chi.
Most of the comments were sour remarks made out of jealousy, until a black-haired boy opened the door to the private room, at which point the chatter stopped abruptly.
The boy's cheeks were still a bit chubby, making him look very young and not yet fully developed. But his charming eyes revealed a hint of nonchalance.
He seemed to be in a very good mood, gently swirling the wine in his glass. Without saying a word, he suddenly threw the wine in the face of the person who had been talking the loudest, much to everyone's surprise.
He was indeed extremely arrogant. Song Yaozhuo could still remember the boy's clear yet angry eyes back then, which were very attractive. He was flamboyant and vibrant.
But because of Song Yaozhuo's personality, he remembered that everyone called him Master Chi. After that, he returned to Yancheng and never heard any news about Yu Qiuchi again.
I thought they were just passing through my life, but unexpectedly we met again. Fate always likes to play tricks on people.
He didn't recognize Yu Qiuchi at first glance on the dating reality show because Yu Qiuchi had changed. He had changed a lot since the year he met him. The baby fat on his cheeks had faded, and the playful and irreverent look in his eyes had been replaced by a gentle and refined one, but he could still capture people's attention at a glance.
Song Yaozhuo had to admit that during both of their first meetings, he heard a strong thumping sound from his heart.
He stood in the neon ambient light, rubbing his fingertips as the heat slowly faded, and said, "I want to see you."
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