Chapter 62: How about the store’s treasure?
Shang Que said, "How childish! I won't argue with him," but whether it was a shooting game, go-karts, or even catching dolls, she wanted to compete with Ji Jingchuan.
The end result was that after returning home, Ji Jingchuan threw the baby he was holding in his arms, hanging on his shoulders, carrying on his back, and holding in his mouth to the ground, then collapsed on the sofa like a dead fish, weakly accusing her: "Shang Que, why are you so competitive? You raced karting 21 times just to beat me one more time. If you didn't know, you would think you were going to murder your own brother to become my only daughter."
Shang Que didn't care: "Then why didn't you admit defeat earlier?"
"How can that be?" Ji Jingchuan sat up suddenly. "This is my specialty. If I hadn't had a leg cramp at the end, I wouldn't have known who would win or lose. Come back next time if you have the guts!"
"You said I have a strong desire to win?" Shang Que narrowed his eyes at him, "You're not bad either."
Ms. Shang watched the brother and sister bickering and couldn't help but smile knowingly. She rubbed one of their heads and asked, "You must be hungry after playing for so long. Do you want to have some midnight snack?"
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he immediately stood up and asked, "What do you two want to eat?"
"Sit down, sit down," Ms. Shang pushed him down and said excitedly, "I've learned a few new dishes recently, let me show you how I cook them."
"A new dish? A vegetable salad with raw bitter melon slices, celery and mustard sauce?" Shang Que recalled the scene when Ms. Shang brought out a plate of such a new dish for her to "try", and she couldn't help but become alert.
"Nono, it's a delicious volcanic lava cake."
Shang Que didn't trust her cooking skills at all: "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to bed first."
She pretended to yawn and was about to run away, but the next second, Ms. Shang quickly pushed her down on the sofa.
"If you're tired, take a nap here. I'll wake you up when it's ready." Ms. Shang didn't give her a chance to resist. She walked straight into the kitchen, humming a little tune and muttering, "No one has tasted my new product since you returned to China. I finally got the chance, and you still want to escape?"
The kitchen door slammed shut, and Shang Que showed a mournful expression: "We're done."
Ji Jingchuan hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet. Instead, he was curious about their life abroad: "Did Mom often develop new dishes for you to try?"
"No," Shang Que corrected seriously, "It's a poison test."
Ji Jingchuan:?
Not long after, there was a crackling sound from the kitchen. Ji Jingchuan suddenly remembered something and stood up, looked at the closed kitchen door, hesitated for a moment, and sat back down.
His eyes fell on Shang Que, who, knowing full well that he could not escape this disaster, had already resigned himself to playing with his phone. After a few seconds of hesitation, he asked coyly, "Shang Que, how long will Mom stay in China this time?"
The living room suddenly fell silent. Ji Jingchuan thought Shang Que hadn't heard him, but then she said without even looking up, "Tomorrow."
"So soon?" Ji Jingchuan frowned, "Doesn't that mean she won't be able to see my concert?"
"sure."
"What's okay? My concert is in two weeks. Shang Que, you won't forget, right?"
Faced with his questioning, Shang Que remained silent. Just when Ji Jingchuan thought she knew she was in the wrong and didn't dare to speak, Shang Que suddenly blurted out, "About 4:30 in the afternoon."
What is 4:30 in the afternoon?
Ji Jingchuan was stunned. He looked carefully and found that Shang Que was wearing a Bluetooth headset. From a distance, the phone screen seemed to be a WeChat call interface.
Ji Jingchuan:?
So you weren't talking to him at all?
Who is so important that Shang Que can completely ignore him in front of him?
Ji Jingchuan was furious: "Shang! Que!"
"Ah? What's wrong?" Shang Que was startled by his sudden outburst. He hurriedly took off one of his earphones, but accidentally touched the screen to turn off the Bluetooth, and Jing Ya's voice came out of the phone.
"Then I'll pick you up." He suddenly laughed, his tone deliberate, "Remember to keep it a secret from your brother."
“…”
And deliberately caused trouble for her.
Shang Que hung up the phone expressionlessly.
At the same time, Ji Jingchuan gnashed his teeth and said, "I already know, don't even think about it."
Seeing that the phone had been hung up, Ji Jingchuan turned his attention to Shang Que and said angrily: "Shang Que, you are done. I just talked to you like that and you ignored me. I will complain to our mother later!"
The kitchen door just opened, and Ms. Shang came out carrying a black plate of unidentified objects. Hearing the commotion, she asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"
"mom--"
Shang Que took the initiative: "Ji Jingchuan said he wants you to go to his concert!"
"Hey, Shang Que!" Ji Jingchuan stared at her incredulously, then quickly patched up: "I mean, if you are free, you can come and have a look. If you are not free——"
"I'm free," Ms. Shang interrupted him, smiling, "Of course I'm free. I came back this time because Queque told me you were going to have a concert, and I already grabbed the tickets."
Ji Jingchuan was completely stunned, "Shang Que told you?"
"Yes, Queque also said that your singing is super, super beautiful, and I will definitely regret it if I miss it. As soon as I heard it, I quickly bought a ticket back home." Ms. Shang said in an exaggerated tone.
Shang Que retorted: "How could I have said that?"
"That's probably what you said in your heart, anyway, I heard it."
"Right! Shang Que just loves to do that." Ji Jingchuan nodded heavily in agreement, completely forgetting about the complaint he was about to make. He said confidently, "But she's not wrong. This genius's live performance is one of the best in the domestic entertainment industry. It's definitely something people will never forget. But why are you still trying to get tickets yourself? I have tickets for the backstage area, in the first row, which is a great seat. You'll be able to see my handsome performance on stage clearly."
Ms. Shang complimented him, "Really? He's worthy of being my son."
"Of course!"
"So this little lava cake is a reward for you being the first to try it."
"Hey—" Ji Jingchuan paused, looking down at the dark thing, and subconsciously dragged someone into the water: "Where's Shang—Shang Que?"
He turned his head and saw that Shang Que's door was just closed at this moment.
Ji Jingchuan narrowed his eyes: "Mom, I want to complain!"
With a swish, the door opened again. Shang Que poked his head out and said, "Jing Ya knows you've returned home and wants to invite us to have dinner together. I'll send the address to Ji Jingchuan later and ask him to drive you there tomorrow. I'll go there myself after I finish work."
Ji Jingchuan:?
Not a date?
"Sure," Ms. Shang said happily, "I haven't seen him for a long time."
Ji Jingchuan:!
No, why does mom seem to like Jingya too?
Ji Jingchuan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and mentally classified Jing Ya as a level one danger group, more dangerous than the burnt little cake in front of him!
*
The work Shang Que was talking about was actually the anniversary celebration of a certain platform, which was not particularly important. She could leave early after walking the red carpet.
But something went wrong. When the assistant was delivering the jewelry, she'd left the ring at the studio. With only twenty minutes left to go, it was definitely too late for the contact to deliver it. Fu Xingzhi glanced at her bare hands and frowned. "It's a bit out of place."
This set of high-end necklaces and earrings are designed with exaggerated large diamonds, and the matching bracelet is a large-carat gemstone diamond ring. Originally, the three pieces complemented each other, but now without the ring, the necklace and earrings appear particularly prominent, and look a bit top-heavy.
Shang Que suggested: "My suggestion is to take off the necklace and earrings as well, so that it won't be out of balance."
"Then you'll see the marketing account post about 'Shang Que suspected of being terminated by its high-end brand endorsement contract'." Fu Xingzhi laughed coldly, opened the door to the backstage lounge with his phone, and left a message: "I'll go think of a solution."
"It's not that serious." Shang Que bared his teeth at his departing figure, then turned to look at his assistant, who was bowing his head with a look of regret on his face, and consoled him, "He was just being scary. It's nothing serious. Just be more careful next time."
The cell phone on the dressing table suddenly rang twice. Shang Que walked over and picked it up. It was a WeChat message from Jing Ya.
[Jing Ya]: Here we are, waiting for you.
[Jing Ya patted you]
He took a picture of the location diagram and found that the car was parked in an inconspicuous corner.
Shang Que replied with an OK.
Just as I was about to put down my phone, another message popped up.
[Jing Ya]: Didn’t they say that you can’t use your phone half an hour before the start, so admission is delayed?
[Shang Que]: No, it’s not postponed... I’m waiting for a call from my agent. He’s looking for a spare ring for me.
[Jing Ya]: What’s going on?
[Shang Que]: The diamond ring for my red carpet look this time was left in the studio and I didn’t bring it with me. Now that I’m about to start work, it’s too late to go back and get it.
[Shang Que]: I started doing my styling in the morning and didn’t even have lunch. I went out to buy a loaf of bread and it fell on the ground. I intended to pick it up within three seconds, but it was snatched away by a passing kitten.
The more Shang Que spoke, the more miserable he felt.
[Shang Que]: I have bad luck today [.jpg]
The emoticon she posted was of a little pink beaver kneeling on the ground, miserably picking up spilled food with chopsticks. Its pitiful appearance was exactly the same as her experience.
Jing Ya seemed to see her expression at that time and couldn't help laughing.
He patted Shang Que's portrait.
[Jing Ya]: That’s not necessarily true. I’m nearby.
[Shang Que]: What's the use of you being around?
[Jing Ya]: Have you forgotten what I do?
Jing Ya has many businesses under his name, but in this case, he is obviously referring to Wu Ni.
[Jing Ya]: What do you think of Wu Ni's signature item? Is it worthy of your celebrity look today?
[Shang Que]: By the time you get it from the store, I’ve already finished walking the red carpet.
[Jing Ya]: Who said that the store’s treasure is kept in the store?
[Shang Que]: Where is it?
[Jing Ya]: It's on me. Do you want someone to come down and get it, or should I bring it up?
This floor was full of reporters and media, and Shang Que finally asked Fu Xingzhi to go down and get it in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
Not long after, he pushed the door open and looked at Shang Que hesitantly, as if curious about her relationship with Jing Ya. However, since there were outsiders around, he held back his questions and only said, "I got it, but I don't know how to open the box."
Fu Xingzhi handed over a round ring box. The box was made of wood, and there was an intricately carved cartoon bird on the lock. I don’t know if the paint on it had been worn off a little because it was opened and closed frequently.
Shang Que was a little distracted while holding the box, until Fu Xingzhi reminded her, "It's almost time," she reacted, turned the wooden bird counterclockwise 90 degrees, and then pressed it inside. With a light click, the ring box opened.
An oval pink diamond with a rich color comes into view.
"Hey, this," Assistant Xiaoke said in surprise: "Sister Queque, is this the one we saw before that was sold for 300 million?
Pink diamond?"
Shang Que had been a fan of watching auction videos for a while, but most of the items he saw were forgotten. The only thing he remembered most vividly was a nearly 20-carat Fancy Vivid pink diamond. Unfortunately, the buyer was anonymous, and he hadn't seen any subsequent news about the diamond online.
She put the ring on her middle finger. The huge pink diamond sparkled in the light, as if it was tailor-made for her.
*
After walking the red carpet, Shang Que went backstage to change his clothes, avoided the paparazzi and reporters waiting under the building, and slipped to where Jing Ya parked his car.
She opened the car door, got in, took off her mask, and fastened her seat belt, all in one smooth motion.
"Thank you for saving me." Shang Que took off the ring on his finger, and suddenly thought of something. He patted his head in annoyance, "I forgot, the ring box is still with my agent. Do you have another box? Will the ring be lost if it's left like this?"
“It will be lost.”
"What should I do?" Shang Que took out his phone. "He shouldn't have gone far. I—"
Before she could finish her words, Jing Ya suddenly took the ring from her hand and put it back on her ring finger: "So please keep it for me first."
The dimensions are exact.
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