Her voice sounded particularly calm in the night wind: "The Qin family is a piece of fat meat, and many people are eyeing them. If we touch them now, it will easily allow others to take advantage.
She raised the corners of her lips slightly, the night obscuring the cold glint in her eyes. "Besides, wouldn't it be great to let Qin Yuheng continue to be Ning Yunmeng's 'flower protector'? Let him see with his own eyes what kind of person he's been trying so hard to protect."
"The higher you praise someone, the harder they'll fall. It'll save you a lot of effort if you wait until the Qin family's meat is right before you eat it."
Duan Shuce was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle Ning Xiwan's hair: "Okay, Wanwan, that's insidious! I like it!"
Ning Xiwan slapped his hand away: "Get lost!"
Ye Qingliu listened quietly on the side without expressing any opinion.
"Oh right," Duan Shuce said, his tone lightening as if he remembered something. "Next week is the city's high school basketball league finals. Qingliu's team has made it to the finals. Let's go and see how Qingliu crushes the weaker teams."
Ning Xiwan looked at Ye Qingliu: "Can you play basketball?"
Ye Qingliu said expressionlessly: "A little bit."
"Tsk, 'a little bit'?" Duan Shuce scoffed. "Who was that guy who knocked out the ace from the neighboring sports school in the last practice? Son, being too modest is hypocritical!"
Ye Qingliu: "..."
"Okay," Ning Xiwan smiled, "I'll go cheer for Qingliu then."
As the three of them chatted, they unknowingly walked to the bottom of Ning Xiwan's dormitory. Warm lights shone from the building.
"Go upstairs and have some rest early." Duan Shuce handed her the bag and tidied up her hair that was messed up by the wind.
"Yes." Ning Xiwan took the bag, looked at Duan Shuce, and then looked at Ye Qingliu who was silent beside her, "You should go back early too."
Ye Qingliu nodded slightly.
Ning Xiwan turned and walked into the dormitory building. Duan Shuce and Ye Qingliu didn't turn around and leave until her figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
The night wind grew even colder. Duan Shuce, hands in his pockets, stared at the shadows stretched by the streetlights ahead. He suddenly spoke, his voice devoid of the playful joking. With a barely perceptible chill, he said, "Qingliu, the Qin family's land south of the city..."
"The director of the Planning Bureau," Ye Qingliu continued walking, his cold voice particularly clear in the silent night, "He has an appointment with me to discuss their new district's smart city project next Wednesday."
Duan Shuce paused and turned his head to look at Ye Qingliu.
The light from the street lamp outlined the boy's cold and perfect profile. In his gray-blue eyes, there was a calmness that controlled everything and an unfathomable coldness.
He suddenly laughed, his laughter was flamboyant and a little bit ruffian.
"Okay." He patted Ye Qingliu's shoulder, "Then I'll wait and see the show."
Ye Qingliu dodged his hand in disgust and quickened his pace forward, leaving Duan Shuce with only a thin and upright back that seemed as if it could never be crushed.
Duan Shuce was not annoyed. He hummed a tuneless song and followed lazily.
The night is dark, and the road ahead may still be full of thorns, but the figure of the young man standing shoulder to shoulder is enough to crush all the haze.
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