Chapter 655 I Can Make You a Lot of Money

Zhou Xiuzhi was surprised when she heard this. "That damn girl Tang Qi is married? How old is she?"

Tang Jiajia's heart choked. She was the same age as Tang Qi, and she even had a child! Zhou Xiuzhi thought for a moment, "Do you know her husband?"

Tang Jiajia quickly shook her head, "I don't know him. He's wearing a mask, but he looks very young, probably in his 20s."

After saying that, Tang Jiajia grabbed Zhou Xiuzhi's hand in panic, "Mom, what should I do? If Daqing Kempinski Mall really doesn't cooperate with the VL brand, he will definitely not forgive me."

Zhou Xiuzhi said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? Daqing only has Junjun as a son. The Cheng family must want to end their family lineage! Otherwise, as long as Junjun is in our hands, Cheng Daqing can't leave you."

…

Tang Qi and Mo Shaochen went to the Mo family's old courtyard house in City B, had lunch, and took an hour's lunch break. When they got up and were about to leave, Tang Qi received a call from Qin Jingxiu.

Qin Jingxiu seemed to be in a good mood on the phone. "Qiqi, based on the clues and information you provided, the investigation has finally made some progress. It shouldn't take long to solve the case. When the investigation is finished, Dad will take a vacation to spend time with you."

Tang Qi curled her lips and chuckled, "Okay."

Qin Jingxiu asked about Mo Shaochen's health again, "How is Shaochen doing recently?"

"He's recovering well. I think he'll be able to walk normally in another week."

"What about his memory? Did he remember anything?"

Tang Qi paused and replied slowly: "There has been no progress for the time being."

Qin Jingxiu was a little disappointed. "Well, by the way, don't forget to ask Xiao Yu to stew the herbs I gave you a few days ago to nourish Shao Chen's body."

Tang Qi chuckled, "Okay, Dad, I get it."

At first she just felt it vaguely strange, but at this point, she basically understood the other party's intention and couldn't help laughing.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Ba suddenly asked her: "Sister Qi, do you suspect that your brother-in-law's memory has been restored?"

Tang Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why do you ask?"

"Just now, Father Qin asked your brother-in-law if he remembered anything, and you paused for a moment."

"Little clever ghost."

"Hehe, if we talk about the person who knows Sister Qi best in the world, it has to be me."

Tang Qi smiled and said, "Don't let your brother-in-law hear this."

Xiao Ba snorted disdainfully: "Are you afraid that your brother-in-law will be jealous? Sister Qi, men should not be spoiled too much."

"I'm worried that he will destroy your body."

“…”

Under the red date tree in the yard, Mo Shaochen sat in a wheelchair and Uncle Jin stood beside him. Both of them held a rattan frame in their hands. Two servants stepped on the ladder and put the picked red dates into the rattan frames in Mo Shaochen and Uncle Jin's hands respectively.

A breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the red dates swayed among the leaves, attracting people like little red lanterns.

Tang Qi's gaze fell on Mo Shaochen, who had his back to her.

There were actually signs that Mo Shaochen's memory was recovering. It started on the night they stayed at Qin's house. She climbed down from the balcony to find him, and he was holding her in his arms on the bed, asking how long they had to wait.

She didn't notice anything at the time, until later, when she heard him talk about the scenes in his dreams, she vaguely came to her senses.

If he had not recovered his memory and determined that those erotic dream scenes were real events between the two of them, he would not have asked her such a probing question as "How long should I wait?"

Moreover, during this period, his aura became more and more like before, cold, strong, and domineering.

But I don’t know how much of his memory has been restored, or whether he has remembered everything?

Tang Qi smiled in an ambiguous way, walked behind the man, put one hand on his shoulder, and picked up a round red date from the wicker basket in his hand with the other hand.

Probably because of the different varieties, the dates are not as crispy as those from Qin’s House, but they are very sweet.

“Is it sweet?”

Tang Qi chewed the jujube meat, looked down at the man who looked up at her and nodded, "Sweet."

"Aren't you holding a big basket in your hands?"

“You feed me.”

Tang Qi reached his other hand into the wicker basket and was about to take the dates, but Mo Shaochen gently held his hand.

"It's sweeter in your hand."

In front of him, she ate the date into a clean pit in two bites, threw it into the mud of the flower bed, and said with a smile: "It's quite sweet."

“…”

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Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce, loaded with a basket of big red dates, drove away from the courtyard under Uncle Jin's reluctant gaze.

Seeing that Mo Shaochen was still sulking, Tang Qi couldn't help laughing and raised her hand to hook his chin, "What's the big deal? It's just a date. There's a big basket in the trunk. Eat as much as you want when you get back."

He turned to look at her and said in a faint voice, "You feed me?"

"Hello."

The man's black eyes were tinged with charm. "Feed with your mouth?"

Tang Qi glanced at him with a half-smile, took out her cell phone, and checked Lu Yiran's home address.

Before sending the evidence that Yang Ya had someone write it for her to Xu Yali, she wanted to talk to Lu Yiran in person. It would be even better if she could be signed successfully.

Talented young female writers like Lu Yiran, who have a tragic life story but are talented, are the object of competition among major online literature websites.

The fact that he is the author of romance novels and the real author behind "Lu Xueshen's Little Childhood Sweetheart" alone is enough to make Lu Yiran famous. After all, public opinion and netizens tend to sympathize with the weak.

Lu Yiran's home is in the basement of an old residential area. Strictly speaking, it should be an underground warehouse with an area of ​​about 100 square meters. The bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom are separated by wooden boards and curtains.

There are only two windows about one meter wide in the whole house, half of which are underground and half are on the ground. This makes the house very humid and the air is filled with a faint musty smell.

The only valuable thing in Lu Yiran's house is a laptop in the corner of the living room near the window.

The laptop was still on, displaying a document filled with words. Before she came in, Lu Yiran should still be writing.

Seeing Tang Qi looking at his house indifferently, Lu Yiran's face showed a hint of embarrassment and said, "The house is a bit messy, you can sit anywhere."

In fact, it was not messy, but too simple. It was already late October, and the temperature in City B was much cooler than the capital. In addition, the basement was relatively damp. Sitting on the only wooden chair and sofa in the living room, Tang Qi still felt the refreshing coolness despite wearing a windbreaker.

Taking the water that Lu Yiran poured for her, Tang Qi couldn't help but chuckle when she saw that he was standing stiffly and looking at her with confusion and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Please sit down. I came to see you because I want to discuss something with you about work."

Lu Yiran brought a plastic round stool, sat opposite her, and asked cautiously: "What job? How do you know about me?"

Tang Qi did not answer Lu Yiran's question directly, but asked her: "Do you like writing novels?"

Lu Yiran shook his head, then nodded, "I write novels because I can make money. I like any job that can make money."

Tang Qi was very impressed by the other party's honesty. "I can make you a lot of money, ten times, or even a hundred or a thousand times what you are earning now. Would you like to consider signing a contract with my website and becoming a full-time online writer?"

(End of this chapter)