Chapter 1109 Mr. Qi's Clingy Wife 38
Without hesitation, his slender fingers typed the word "know".
I have something I'd like to ask you.
Qi Lu: [Let's talk tomorrow, it's getting late.]
Song Jinhuan glanced at the time. "It's only seven o'clock. You usually go to bed at ten."
Qi Lu's frozen lips curled up again. In any case, during the days they spent together, the other party knew his daily routine like the back of their hand.
Unlike the resistance I felt when others understood me, I felt only genuine joy when I was with her.
Emotional progress: 50.
Qi Lu stared at the "Goodnight" message as a closing remark, then turned off the screen.
His old friend Shangguan Jin sat opposite him, observing his series of reactions and finding it quite amusing.
"So many people in Kyoto are eyeing Madam Qi's position. Have you thought it through?"
Qi Lu, with a lazy demeanor, nonchalantly retorted, "What are you considering?"
Shangguan Jin smiled, clearly not taking those people seriously.
"What if you can't win her over?" Compared to those other people, Qi Lu's emotional setbacks piqued his curiosity more.
"It's my fault, and I'll change my approach." The man's smile was gentle, but the chilling darkness in his eyes suggested that his words were far from as kind as they appeared.
Shangguan Jin chuckled dryly, "The most important thing when pursuing someone is sincerity; don't force them."
"As long as they don't reject you, you'll eventually win them over if you pursue them for a few years."
"The worst thing you can do is to force it."
Qi Lu remained silent, seemingly absorbing little of what he was saying. On the blank page of his desktop, he had jot down a few key points.
The last point is: coercive measures can be taken when necessary.
Then he ordered Shangguan Jin to leave.
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At 9:30 a.m. the next morning, Song Jinhuan arrived at the residential area where Qi Lu lived, as agreed.
The moment I stepped inside, I had a creepy feeling of being watched.
She reflexively looked towards the floor where Qi Lu was, but could see nothing except for the reflective glass.
Song Jinhuan took the elevator according to her memory, and the door opened as soon as the doorbell rang.
Except for his days off, Qi Lu always wears a suit and keeps his appearance clean and tidy whenever he is at home.
He was always particular, even having rules about the other brooches he wore from Monday to Friday.
Therefore, Song Jinhuan was quite surprised when the man was wearing only a white shirt with the top two buttons undone.
The white shirt revealed faint marks from the tank top, suggesting that the muscles, honed through training, were bound together, yet also possessed a dangerous glint that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.
He wore a piece of white jade on his collarbone, which was hung by a silver chain.
It's usually impossible to catch a glimpse of them.
He wore a black suit jacket over a shirt, and black socks inside black slippers.
It's difficult to associate color with homogeneity.
At this moment, the man held a pair of avocado green slippers with deer antlers in his well-defined hands, which seemed out of place with the surrounding display.
What are you standing there for?
Qi Lu leaned down slightly, grabbed Song Jinhuan's arm, pulled her inside, and closed the door behind him.
The slippers were placed beside her feet.
Song Jinhuan snapped out of her daze, bent down to take off her white shoes, unconsciously twitched her toes, put on slippers and stomped on the ground.
It felt surprisingly good on my feet.
Today she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a light purple skirt. When she bent over slightly, the hem of the skirt would rise up a bit.
Qi Lu glanced at it, his fingertips unable to resist rubbing the seam of his trousers.
My throat is slightly itchy.
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