Chapter 6 Your ex-girlfriend is still single
After hanging up the phone, Cen Wan looked at the number she had written down on the table, opened WeChat and started searching to add contacts.
A burnt cartoon character's head popped up on the page, with a pair of big white eyes and frizzy hair.
Cen Wan was stunned, and confirmed the number again. She was silent for two seconds before clicking add.
The call came through quickly, and Cen Wan directly explained her purpose.
Shensu: [Your name is Cen Wan?]
Cen Wan was stunned. She said so much, but the other party only paid attention to this?
However, collectors like this generally tend to have somewhat unusual thinking, so she didn't think much of it: [Yes]
Orion: [What do you want this stone for?]
Cen Wan: [I'm a pigment artist. Natural minerals are excellent raw materials. One of the pieces in your collection matches the color of the pigment we need, so I'd like to discuss it with you. Please give it to me.]
Betelgeuse: [Paint artist? What exactly does he do? Sounds cool.]
[How old are you? What else is going on at home? Do you have a boyfriend?]
Cen Wan frowned. Wasn’t it said that the other party was an elderly collector who didn’t like to communicate directly with people?
Why does this feel like a census?
However, out of politeness, Cen Wan still replied briefly.
Although she didn't know why Qin Yanxiu suddenly changed her mind, there were too many uncertainties if she went into the mountains to look for it. If she was unlucky, the timeline would be longer. It would of course be better if she could buy it directly.
Maybe Shen Yixiao doesn't care at all. He won't take such trivial matters to heart now. She is just a small person and it is not worth him to make things difficult for her.
She lowered her eyes to look at the screen. A lot of questions came from the other end, and she answered some of them in a roundabout way.
…
At the same time, on the top floor of the Zhongxing Media Building, in the president’s office.
Ji Yuanchen slumped on the sofa, typing on his phone: "Brother Yi, your girlfriend's name is Cen Wan, and it's a pretty nice name."
"Paintmaker, what is this?"
"She's still single now, you..."
Ji Yuanchen's voice stopped abruptly because he felt a chill. Turning around, he saw Shen Yixiao sitting at the desk with a smile on his lips, but a biting coldness in his eyes.
"Have you been too idle lately? Guess what your father's reaction would be if he knew you stole his treasure?"
Ji Yuanchen took a look at the pile of stones he had taken from the old man. He had no idea which one Cen Wan wanted, nor did he know which pile Qin Yanxiu had given him, so he took away all the ones he thought looked good.
When he came to find Shen Yixiao carrying a large bag of stones, the security guard at the gate almost thought he was a thief.
He waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay. If the old man finds out, I'll say it's a gift for you. He won't be embarrassed to ask you for it again."
Shen Yixiao chuckled with an ambiguous tone, and suddenly changed the subject: "The old man told me a few days ago that he hopes to find you something to do. I see that you are too idle, so why not..."
"No, no, no, Brother Yi, Brother Yi, I was wrong." Ji Yuanchen immediately sat up, clasped his hands together and begged for mercy, "I shut up, I shut up."
He just wanted to be a lazy young man, eating, drinking and having fun. The old man insisted that he go to the company for training, but he was not cut out for it.
Besides, how could his current life be as comfortable as going to work and reviewing reports and attending meetings every day?
Shen Yixiao leaned lazily in the chair, his slender fingers twirling the pen carelessly, his expression dejected.
Ji Yuanchen glanced at his phone, then looked at Shen Yixiao, and it was impossible to tell what his mood was.
He asked tentatively: "She wants to treat me to dinner tonight, do you want to join us?"
Hearing this, Shen Yixiao's eyes darkened slightly. He raised his eyes and looked over, his tone slightly cold: "Please?"
Ji Yuanchen lowered his head and replied, "Ah, he said he wanted to talk to me in person."
Shen Yixiao lowered his eyes, and after a moment, glanced at the bag of stones of various colors and shapes.
Ji Yuanchen seemed to hear the sound of a drawer opening and closing. He turned around and looked at Shen Yixiao blankly: "Brother Yi?"
Shen Yixiao raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Take this pile of broken stones with you."
Ji Yuanchen: "You don't want it?"
Shen Yixiao: "Do I look like a rag collector?"
Ji Yuanchen: "..."
Why is this different from what Qin Yanxiu said?
…
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Cen Wan arrived at the private restaurant she had booked in advance and sent the room number.
It’s not safe to talk on the phone. It’s better to talk in person. Even if it doesn’t work out in the end, it won’t waste too much of her time.
Considering the other person's age, she first ordered two signature dishes that required time to stew, and then sat down and waited quietly for someone to come.
Half an hour later, the door of the box was pushed open. Just as she stood up to greet him, she was met with a silly smiling face.
"Hi, see you again!"
Ji Yuanchen waved at her familiarly.
Cen Wan was stunned for a few seconds before she came to her senses: "Are you the buyer that Young Master Qin mentioned?"
Ji Yuanchen did not hide it: "It's not me, it's my grandfather."
Qin Yanxiu's assistant simply told her that the collection was no longer in his hands, but gave her the other party's contact information and asked her to get it herself.
At this moment, a thought flashed through her mind, fortunately it was not in Shen Yixiao's hands.
Cen Wan smiled and said, "Well, then, Young Master Ji, please take a seat. We can eat and talk at the same time."
Cen Wan called the waiter over, served tea, and handed over the menu.
Ji Yuanchen said to the waiter who was adding tea, "Add another set of bowls and chopsticks!"
Cen Wan was stunned. The next second, the door of the box was pushed open again, and a tall figure walked in, with a tall and straight posture.
Cen Wan's breath suddenly skipped a beat and her fingertips shrank slightly. Why did he come?
Ji Yuanchen said with a smile: "I have been with Brother Yi all day, Miss Cen, don't you mind?"
She calmed herself down and smiled calmly, "Of course not."
Shen Yixiao just glanced at him when he first came in, then strolled to the side, pulled out a stool and sat down, his posture casual and leisurely.
Cen Wan pursed her lips and tried to maintain a smile: "What would you two like to eat?"
Ji Yuanchen pushed the menu over: "Brother Yi, take a look."
Shen Yixiao picked up the menu and slowly flipped through the pages without saying a word or ordering.
Time passed minute by minute, and only the sound of rustling papers could be heard in the box. Cen Wan's eyes fell on the pair of bony hands, and she felt that every second was torture.
Cen Wan pursed her lips and said, "If you don't know what to order, you can ask the waiter for some recommendations."
Shen Yixiao raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
Those deep and quiet pupils just looked at her, calm and peaceful, like an endless sea.
Cen Wan was stunned. She shouldn't have said so much.
Ji Yuanchen came over: "Brother Yi, how about I do it?"
Chen Yixiao had already spoken: "Elephant-like Concubine's Smile, Baked Eel in a Stone Nest, Crystal Shrimp with Crab Roe, Yellow Croaker in Soup..."
The waiter quickly took note of it, but Cen Wan's heart felt like it was bleeding, and she didn't even care about the awkwardness of sitting at the same table with Shen Yixiao.
At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to make the deal.
After ordering the dishes, Ji Yuanchen spoke familiarly, "Is Miss Cen from South City? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Cen Wan: "I used to work somewhere else, and I just returned to South City recently."
Besides, they are not in the same circle at all, and he has never seen himself normal.
Ji Yuanchen still had many questions, and Cen Wan could only patiently answer them. After the dishes arrived, Cen Wan finally found an opportunity to ask, "I wonder if Mr. Ji would be willing to give me that stone?"
Ji Yuanchen subconsciously looked at Shen Yixiao's expression.
Shen Yixiao picked up a shrimp with his chopsticks and glanced at him: "Does my face have the answer?"
Ji Yuanchen: That’s right!
He was really unsure of his attitude and decided to go back and ask Qin Yanxiu, the emotional master, for advice.
So he said vaguely: "My grandfather likes to collect these things. Let me ask him."
Cen Wan clenched her chopsticks tightly. He didn't say that on the phone, but she couldn't question him directly.
"Then I'll trouble you, Master Ji. I'll wait for your reply."
After saying that, Cen Wan withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to eat.
Shen Yixiao didn't speak at all, but he had a very strong presence. Cen Wan couldn't ignore him, and her eating movements became a little unnatural.
She couldn't figure out his attitude or why he followed her, but it seemed as if everything had nothing to do with him.
When the party was almost over, Cen Wan went to the bathroom and paid the bill.
When I came out of the bathroom and just turned the corner, I saw a tall figure leaning against the wall. He had one leg slightly bent against the wall, and he was looking down, casually playing with the lighter in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps, the narrow and dark eyes looked over, and at the same time, there was a click, and a blue flame jumped into his pupils.
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