Chapter 215 I will marry the one I want and I won’t change
After Chen Qing arrived at Yuan Hui's house, he remembered that the luggage he brought from Chenyuan was still in Yan Baiqing's car.
Helpless, she had to take the initiative to send a message and make an appointment to meet Li Xiangli.
The next morning, during her professional class, she had just left the piano building when Yan Baiqing's Bentley was parked at the main entrance.
Chen Qing frowned and stopped, not going out.
Yan Baiqing had been sensible before and would not make her feel uncomfortable about such a thing. Besides, the rumors outside were not pleasant to hear. Before going to bed last night, Yuan Hui told her about them in a very emotional voice, and not a single word of them was true.
Judging from the situation today, Yan Baiqing does not intend to avoid suspicion in public.
Chen Qing has few contacts in the circle, so it is understandable that she didn't hear about it. It would be unreasonable if Yan Baiqing didn't know about it.
She walked to the corridor window and her cell phone rang.
"You saw me, why are you hiding away?"
"I made an appointment with you at Beixiaomen."
Yan Baiqing said with a smile, "Is there any difference?"
Chen Qing looked behind him and saw students rushing out of the corridor after class.
She stared at the fallen leaves in the tree pit outside the window and emphasized again, "I'll meet you at the North Gate."
After saying that, he hung up the phone neatly.
Yan Baiqing was stunned in the car for a moment. At this moment, the driver was also looking at him. Except for Yan Weilan, no one had hung up on Mr. Yan, and no one had spoken to him in this tone.
"You're ungrateful." The driver snorted. "It's obvious he wants to use your influence to investigate his parents' affairs, and yet he's pretending to be noble."
The man turned his phone back and forth, "She's not being aloof, she's thinking about Jingyan's reputation."
"Does she still have the extravagant hope of returning to the Jiang family? Even if Mr. Jiang agrees, Mrs. Jiang will not accept her again."
Yan Baiqing didn't want to talk about this topic. He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "How is the group preparing?"
"The board of directors will hold its first meeting this evening to discuss the matter of your position."
"I got on the inside line halfway through the meeting and told them that I wasn't going to agree to any position for now. My mother was seriously ill, and Mr. Feng's fake auction case wasn't over yet, so I had no intention of taking over."
The driver couldn't figure out what he was thinking and hesitated to respond.
Yan Baiqing unbuttoned a few buttons, half of his face hidden in the shadows, and said, "Tell me what I said."
"I've got that." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror again. "The hospital's bodyguard said Director Yan...wants to meet with Mr. Meng."
There was a sudden silence in the car. His heart sank and he concentrated on driving.
After waiting at the North Gate for twenty minutes, Chen Qing finally arrived.
She squeezed into the back row, panting, "Sorry, I'm going back to the dorm to put my piano down."
Yan Baiqing handed over a handkerchief and said, "Wipe the sweat off your face."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qing took out a tissue from his bag.
His eyes suddenly dimmed, and he chuckled and retracted his smile, "No classes today?"
"Yeah." Chen Qingtuan picked up the tissue, clenched it in his palm, and sat up straight. "Are you going to see Li Xiangli?"
"Eat first."
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yan Baiqing looked at her and said in a neutral tone, "You weren't so wary of me before. Do you have to consider having a meal together?"
Chen Qing curled up his fingers. There was no emotion in this sentence. It was calm without a ripple, but the meaning was unclear. It was fine once or twice, but if he was offended again and again, it would really annoy him. This show would be in vain.
So, she turned her head and answered seriously, "My costume was too tight at the last welcome party, and I didn't deserve to eat."
Yan Baiqing was amused and calmed down, "Qing'er, a plumper figure would be more charming. Besides, Huaiyang cuisine is light and won't make you fat."
“Which Huaiyang cuisine?”
"Hanlin Garden."
Chen Qing knew this restaurant. It had a business-style style and private rooms needed to be booked a month in advance. Yan Baiqing seemed to have guests.
Hanlinyuan is not far from the school and can be reached in 40 minutes.
She guessed right. The moment the door of the private room opened, a man in a suit and tie stood up and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Yan."
Chen Qing observed him carefully. He was about forty years old, fair-skinned, thin, and didn't look like a cunning person, not like a businessman.
"Is Mr. Shao okay with picking up a little girl for dinner?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's my honor to bring a beautiful lady to visit you." Mr. Shao pushed his glasses, looked at Chen Qing in a friendly manner, and nodded to her.
Yan Baiqing did not introduce herself, nor did he ask any more questions. He pulled out the chair to the left of the main seat and motioned for her to sit down.
It is a tacit agreement at a dinner party that unless the good news has already been made public, everyone should tell each other to avoid saying the wrong thing when they meet. Otherwise, if the private relationship is not good enough, there is no reason to introduce a mere female companion specifically, just respect her.
Yan Baiqing took the towel and washed his hands, then casually instructed the waiter, "Please tell the kitchen to use as little oil and salt as possible."
Mr. Shao was overjoyed. "Mr. Yan is so considerate. He even knows that I can't eat greasy food because of my three highs."
"She's trying to lose weight, so I just coax her into eating a few more bites."
He choked and smiled bitterly.
Yan Baiqing poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Chen Qing. "Mr. Shao is getting married. My mother is seriously ill, so I can't go to the scene to congratulate him. I prepared a gift. I'll take a look at it later and have someone put it in your car."
Newly married?
Chen Qing looked at the man opposite him. At this age, he had just gotten married.
"Oh! You're so polite. This is my third wedding, and I didn't have a ceremony, so it doesn't matter whether I go or not." Mr. Shao smiled, his face flushed, and he rolled up his sleeves to cool down. "But I'm really curious. You asked me to meet you in person. The gift you gave me must be really valuable."
Yan Baiqing laughed and suddenly moved closer to Chen Qing. "Are you hot?"
He leaned down, his shoulder pressing against the center of her spine, making her shudder. "It's not hot."
"I'm sweating." He quickly pulled away and changed the subject naturally.
Chen Qing watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He drank the soup when there was soup and ate the vegetables when there were vegetables. He was quiet and while picking up the vegetables, he moved his butt a little further away.
Yan Baiqing was chatting with Mr. Shao while keeping an eye on her. When she looked at the steamed shad for the third time, he reached out, picked up a piece and put it on her small plate.
Chen Qing subconsciously glanced at Mr. Shao opposite him. The other party's expression quickly subsided and the look of astonishment disappeared in an instant.
She silently took a sip of the soup, put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.
Yan Baiqing sat lazily and casually, his expression indifferent, "Not eating anymore?"
"I'm full."
His eyes fell on the fish meat that hadn't moved at all, and his voice turned colder. "Don't you like it?"
Chen Qing shook his head, "50% to 60% full is just right."
Mr. Shao jumped out to smooth things over, "Girls are more particular about their figures. If my first two wives had been so self-disciplined, I wouldn't have had to change to a third one!"
Yan Baiqing stared at Chen Qing's profile and said in a teasing tone, "I don't have as much energy as Mr. Shao. I will marry the one I want to marry, no matter what she looks like, and I won't change her."
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