42 Peace of mind
"Yanzhou, she really begged him. Let's talk about it when we get back."
"It's nothing, I'm just digesting." Song Chiyu pretended to stretch her arms.
"You haven't eaten yet, why are you taking a walk?" Zhou Yue thought she was waiting for him on purpose, and he was even more touched. He quickly invited her to sit down: "Sister-in-law, please sit down."
Song Chiyu pretended to be relaxed and sat down.
Qi Yanzhou lowered his eyelids thoughtfully, but said nothing. He picked up a piece of cooked beef and put it into her bowl.
Halfway through the meal, Brother Wen and his group returned with their entourage.
Zhou Yue chuckled when he saw the people they brought. It was the shop owner who had been resentful of him for finding a bargain that day. He put down his chopsticks and stood up, saying, "Hey, I didn't cause you any trouble, yet you sent someone to mess with me."
The shop owner didn't know who he was, but seeing how polite Brother Wen and the others were, he didn't dare to say anything for a moment.
Brother Wen quickly distanced himself, "Brother Qi, Brother Yue, it was him who came to us. Otherwise, how would we have known you had this?"
Zhou Yue sneered and grabbed the shop owner by the collar: "Do you know this street belongs to us? We kindly let you stay, and you end up hiring outsiders to scheme against me? It's a good thing we live in a society governed by law, otherwise, someone as despicable as you—"
"That thing originally belonged to me," the shop owner retorted.
"If it's yours, how come it's with me? Did I steal it from you? You should have called the police! Why are you resorting to crooked methods?" Zhou Yue silenced the other person with a few words. "This business ultimately relies on culture. If you can't even understand what's being fed, what are you doing in the antique business? Before I became a master, I was an apprentice for ten years! With your level—"
Qi Yanzhou, without showing any emotion, interrupted Wen Ge, saying, "This is between you and him, it has nothing to do with us. I'm only here for you."
"Master Qi, I'll give you another 100,000. Let's just consider it making friends, okay?"
“Wouldn’t that make us look like we’re bullying others?” Qi Yanzhou replied, “Zhou Yue, give him that late Qing dynasty porcelain cup you got. We won’t take advantage of others for nothing.”
Song Chiyu: "..."
Goodness, they sold something worth at most 50,000 on the market for 300,000.
Although I knew the other party deserved it, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"We won't take the things you just gave Zhou Yue for nothing." Qi Yanzhou had Zhou Yue take two thousand yuan from the room and handed it to Brother Wen: "Is that alright?"
“Okay—” Brother Wen was almost in tears. Just asking people to find that thing would cost more than two thousand. But since Qi Yanzhou had spoken, his job was safe, so there was no reason to bargain anymore: “Master Qi, Brother Yue, we’ll be going now.”
"Okay." Qi Yanzhou saw that the shopkeeper also wanted to follow, so he gestured to Zhou Yue to stop him: "Tengteng's house, let's go."
"I paid a year's rent—"
Qi Yanzhou pulled out five stacks of cash from the 100,000 yuan and threw them at him. "The penalty for breach of contract and the rent are all here. Get out. I won't bother you, but you can't do this job anymore. Find another one."
"Why do you say I can't do it? Do you even know who my mentor is?"
"Tell me about it."
The shopkeeper shut up, still protesting, "I didn't tell them to come and steal it. I just told them you had this item. Why should it be on my tab?"
"Because you don't follow the rules," Qi Yanzhou replied. "Since you're unwilling to abide by them, then find another profession."
"Who are you?" the shopkeeper stammered. "You think I'll just switch professions like that?"
"Yes." Qi Yanzhou nodded: "If I say you can't do this job, then you can't do it."
The shopkeeper didn't believe it and picked up the money from the ground to leave. Qi Yanzhou, however, had Zhou Yue take the contract for terminating the lease and only released him after Zhou Yue pressed his fingerprint on it.
It was only at this moment that Song Chiyu gained a deeper understanding of their line of work.
It wasn't as simple as she had imagined.
"Master Qi, I'll transfer you 100,000 yuan first." Zhou Yue was so happy to suddenly earn so much extra money that he couldn't stop smiling.
"I don't want to."
"Hehe, don't take it too."
Song Chiyu suddenly understood why Qi Yanzhou said that part of it was his; even if he didn't want it, Zhou Yue would still give him a portion of the money.
Zhou Yue was clearly well aware that if it weren't for Qi Yanzhou, his 200,000 yuan would have been wasted, and none of this would have happened.
She touched her chin thoughtfully.
As soon as they came out of the antique shop, Song Chiyu couldn't wait to say, "Master Qi."
Her voice was gentle and flattering, and her eyes shone with light.
It was obvious that he wanted something from him, but he showed no resistance or wariness: "Hmm?"
"Would you like to invest in my shop? We'll split the profits 50/50."
"Haven't I already invested?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Song Chiyu was taken aback, realizing that what he had said about waiving the rent was true, and quickly waved his hand: "You said it was just a small-scale operation, I said it was a big one."
He instantly understood what she wanted to do, and asked seriously, "Can it make money?"
“Of course!” Song Chiyu agreed decisively at first, and then added in a low voice, “If you invest.”
"My resources?"
"Yes." She nodded repeatedly, her eyes shining.
"Not included."
"Ah," she said, taking his arm in disappointment, "why?"
"They're all my resources anyway, so what difference does it make who I partner with?"
“But I’m more skilled than them.” She hugged his arm, her full, round breasts pressing down beneath her clothes.
Even someone as gentle and refined as him couldn't help but lower his head and ask, "What kind of technology?"
Song Chiyu looked bewildered until he gently touched her chest with his elbow, at which point she abruptly released her grip on him: "Qi Yanzhou!"
"kindness."
"I'm talking to you about something serious."
"Let's talk about it after you've really mastered this field." Qi Yanzhou's attitude had already been very clear before. "Don't forget you're going to Beijing tomorrow to learn restoration from a teacher."
If he hadn't mentioned it, Song Chiyu would have completely forgotten. But after his reminder, she realized that he just thought her skills weren't good enough. "Hmph, it's no use if you disagree. I'll just go around telling people that I'm your wife. They'll have to patronize my business because of you."
"Okay." He smiled gently, but he wasn't convinced.
“I don’t care, you have to invest.” Song Chiyu said, taking his arm again.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks. "I don't think you want me to invest."
Song Chiyu looked puzzled: "Then how could I let you in—"
Before she could finish speaking, her hand, pressed against his curves, was lightly pinched. Her face flushed instantly. Even though it was night and the surrounding shops were closed, lights still shone through. She abruptly released him: "What are you doing?"
"Sorry." He immediately nodded in apology: "I bumped into it by accident."
“Was that an accident? You still…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
"What else should I pay?"
Song Chiyu ignored him.
He wouldn't invest if he didn't want to, there was no reason for him to drag himself into it. Back in the car, Song Chiyu was about to fasten her seatbelt when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her legs and waist, pulling her from the passenger seat onto his lap.
Song Chiyu stared at him in disbelief.
This is the main street. Although there aren't many people around, the surrounding lights are much brighter. The shadows cast by the roadside trees on the windshield are dappled by the streetlights. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, her breasts were lifted and massaged.
His deep, cool gaze met hers without blinking.
Song Chiyu instantly gave in, no longer daring to confront him directly. She could only gently push his hand away, only to be pinched even more fiercely. She immediately let out a soft snort and patted his shoulder in dissatisfaction.
“Once you’ve mastered the trade, I’ll get you a shop from my brother. You can do whatever you want then. You don’t need to give me any shares; I’ll cover your losses.” He suppressed his emotions, closed his eyes, and kissed her earlobe.
Song Chiyu shyly avoided his lips: "Where is your brother's shop?"
"Jingshi."
Song Chiyu then remembered what Li Li had told him when they first went on a blind date.
"Does your family have connections in Beijing?"
"Mmm." He was completely unrestrained by her and kissed her earlobe again: "The person you mentioned last time should be contacting you soon."
Song Chiyu was stunned for a moment before she remembered who she was talking about.
The bespectacled boy who asked her to use Qi Yanzhou's connections.
She herself had forgotten about it, but she didn't expect him to remember.
Qi Yanzhou instructed, "Remember to make him owe you a favor."
"Mmm," she responded almost inaudibly.
He pulled her face close and kissed her lips. Song Chiyu sensed that he was acting differently than usual, and turned her head away, saying, "We'll talk about it when we get back."
He held her lips, squeezed them a few more times, and then slowly released them. "What were you trying to do when you told me to close my eyes just now?"
"...I want to kiss you."
He stared intently at her lips. Song Chiyu felt uneasy under his gaze, and, bracing herself against his shoulders, tried to sit up: "When we get back..."
He seized the opportunity to pull her thighs up, making her change position and straddle his lap.
Almost immediately after sitting down, Song Chiyu felt something. Thanks to him, she was even more sensitive to him than she had imagined, and unconsciously let out a soft moan.
"What's your name?"
Song Chiyu found it difficult to speak, "Who told you to do... so... before? Just thinking about it now makes me..."
As she spoke, she rubbed against his leg.
He raised the corner of his lips meaningfully, "Is this what you meant by only wanting me to invest?"
"Can you go back and talk about it later?" The dappled shadows of the trees fell through the glass onto her thin coat, and most of the driver's seat was hidden in shadow, with only her belt on the steering wheel visible.
"Mmm," he said in his usual gentle tone, but his fingers betrayed him by lifting up her undergarments, pulling down the lace below her collarbone, and kissing her directly.
His high, straight nose pressed against her soft skin, pressing deeper and deeper with each sucking of his tongue.
Song Chiyu found it absurd, but she couldn't stop him. She pulled her coat over his face, as if she were trying to please him.
"Yanzhou," she pleaded with him, "we'll talk about it when we get back, please don't stay here."
"You even dared to let me kiss my ancestral grave, but you don't dare to do it here?" He raised his head, pulled out a tissue from the side to wipe away the remaining water stains, then straightened the lace that had been pulled down and pulled down her undershirt.
"I don't know—humph."
His long, slender fingers, which had been wiping her face, suddenly brushed against her through her jeans. She instinctively hugged his head, biting her lip, "If you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry."
"I'm sorry," he gently placed her back in the passenger seat, "I couldn't help myself. Are you alright?"
Song Chiyu was both angry and annoyed, but still subconsciously replied, "It's nothing."
He smirked, "Where's the pocket you used to carry your ancient books?"
Song Chiyu then realized that she had forgotten to take it. Qi Yanzhou replied, "I'm going to collect timber with that craftsman tomorrow, and I'll come back to get it then."
Song Chiyu was not in a hurry to take it.
"good."
After returning home, Song Chiyu denied everything.
She took a shower first, then lay down immediately. When Qi Yanzhou went in, she was already asleep. Sensing her exhaustion, he didn't say much, but gently kissed her forehead: "Goodnight."
She was unable to answer.
He tilted his head and breathed evenly.
Qi Yanzhou stared at her intently, her chest rising and falling with the drooping neckline of her nightgown, appearing and disappearing beneath her collarbone. He watched for a while, but ultimately did nothing, silently pulling the comforter over himself and turning off the light.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
A soft, dim light shone through the light-colored curtains, casting a hazy glow into the room. Song Chiyu was awakened by her alarm clock and was about to get out of bed when she suddenly felt a tightness in her arm around her waist. Qi Yanzhou's still sleepy voice rang out abruptly: "Awake?"
Song Chiyu thought her alarm clock had woken him up, so she turned her head to answer and was about to speak when he suddenly got up and kissed her lips.
She had just woken up and was still groggy. She let him kiss her.
His hand reached behind her, passing over the ruffled neckline, causing the shoulder strap to slip down and reveal a section of her smooth, white shoulder. He kissed down her shoulder, following her collarbone.
Caught off guard, Song Chiyu suddenly let out a muffled groan.
His high, straight nose pressed against her chest, sucking on her lips. His hand reached across her skirt, grasping the skin of her legs, and untied the bow tied at her waist.
"What are you doing?" She finally came to her senses. But it was too late. She abruptly grabbed his fingers. "I have to catch the high-speed train later."
“Yes,” he said, his cool, deep eyes fixed on her in the dim light, “soon.”
Song Chiyu was more sensitive to him than she had imagined. Just his fingertips made her legs go weak, and she was completely immersed in it. She started saying dirty things that she would have been too embarrassed to say before, and she couldn't wait for him to take it a step further.
"So this is what you meant by 'nothing but investment'..."
She had no interest in listening to his nonsense and took control of the situation on her own.
He gave a surprised smile. "You want me that much?"
She didn't answer, but her actions betrayed her eagerness; her legs felt weak and sore in waves, and the room was filled with soft, sweet cries of "husband."
...
"If you think like that, how could you go to bed so early last night?" Qi Yanzhou looked at her incredulously, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his lips.
Seeing that he was mocking her again, Song Chiyu covered her face in embarrassment: "If you don't seduce me, I still don't think that way."
Qi Yanzhou's smile deepened, and he prepared to pick her up. She quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't worry about me. I'll go by myself in a bit."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Song Chiyu found it difficult to speak. Her legs were weak and sore, with a lingering aftertaste. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I'll go on my own later."
He vaguely understood something, pulled her legs around his waist, and said, "I'll hold you while you wash."
**
Song Chiyu had never been in such a rush when taking the high-speed train; the train started moving almost as soon as she settled in.
She watched the scenery rushing past the window and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she have the leisure to pick up her phone and glance at Qi Yanzhou's WeChat message: "This is the address. Call this number when you're almost there, and someone will come to pick you up."
"My older brother will come to pick you up after you're done there. I'll come over later."
Song Chiyu replied, "Yes."
His message came back immediately: "You made it?"
Song Chiyu got angry just thinking about it, but she wasn't really angry. "Hmm."
Then she realized he should be driving at this time, but he was able to reply to her WeChat message so quickly, so she couldn't help but ask, "You haven't left yet?"
"Okay," he paused, "Let's go now. Let me know when you get there. Messages or calls are fine."
For some reason, these seemingly ordinary words gave her a sense of security, as if her feet were firmly planted on the ground, and her heart softened: "Okay, take care too."
She unconsciously covered her chest with her phone.
As she was gazing out the window, lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side of the corridor: "Hey, Yufang, look at that girl, isn't she Yunjin's ex-boyfriend?"
Song Chiyu and the woman called Yufang turned around at the same time.
The moment their eyes met, they both revealed a hint of disdain.
As luck would have it, this person was Xie Yunjin's mother, Hao Yufang, and the person who spoke was Xie Yunjin's aunt, who had belittled Song Chiyu to the extreme that day.
"Oh," Xie Yunjin's aunt greeted her, bypassing Hao Yufang, after confirming it was her. "Long time no see, you impolite Miss Song. Where are you headed?"
“Long time no see, you sharp-tongued Aunt Zhao,” Song Chiyu retorted, crossing her legs and saying, “Where I go is none of your business.”
"Of course I can't control that. I'm mainly worried that you'll go looking for Yun Jin again. After all, you were the one who kept bothering Yun Jin back then. Now that you're older, it should be even harder for you to find someone, right?"
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