Chapter 9 The Youngest Professor in the Chinese Department

Wen Zhixian stared at the message sent by Song Kairui for a while. How did Gu Yuchen know that she was having dinner with someone else?

[How did he know? ]

Song Kairui replied: [I don’t know, but he asked me around 7 o’clock, so I guess we met during lunch time?]

Around seven o'clock? That was the time when she and Mr. Qi came out of the restaurant. Perhaps she saw it.

If Gu Yuchen hadn't been a bit arrogant, and hadn't been waiting for her to apologize first after the quarrel, he would have really rushed up to question her.

She replied to Song Kairui: [Tell him to stop hitting me.]

Song Kairui: [Got it.]

After exiting the chat interface, she was about to put down her phone, turn off the light and go to sleep, when she suddenly remembered something about Mr. Qi. She opened the search term and typed in Hua A Da Qi. As soon as she typed in Mr. Qi's last name, a name popped up below - Qi Yanjing.

She didn't know whether to click on it or not, but when she saw a photo of the back, she concluded that this was Mr. Qi.

There is a special issue about him in the school column. He is the youngest professor in the Chinese Department. According to his age, he should be 28 this year. However, I have not seen a single photo of his face after flipping through the pages. Most of them are of him from the side and back.

There is not much personal information in it, mostly works, academic papers and monographs.

She slowed down her voice and pronounced "Qi Yanjing", looking as confident as the others.

A very good person.

Although they had met several times, they had never even spoken to each other's names, so he could be considered a friend she met by chance.

After reading Mr. Qi's column, she turned off her cell phone and switched it to silent mode for fear of being disturbed by phone calls before going to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was to touch my ears. The muffled sound in my ears seemed to have disappeared.

These days, the first thing she does every morning when she wakes up is to feel whether her ears are completely healed.

She took a long breath and looked at the ceiling. Even her injuries had healed, as if nothing had happened. But she could not forget the slap she received. Every time she thought of it, she felt bad.

She pinched her left cheek, stretched her muscles, and climbed out of bed.

I got up and made a delicious breakfast, then went to the cafe after eating.

"Zhaoli, good morning." When Wen Zhixian arrived at the cafe, she found Qin Zhaoli was also there, so she sat opposite her.

Qin Zhaoli pushed a breakfast in front of her and said, "I thought you would come to the store early this morning."

Although Wen Zhixian had already eaten breakfast, he still took two bites of the breakfast Zhaoli brought him, while sharing his good news: "This morning I found that my ears were healed, so I made a sumptuous breakfast at home. Isn't this late?"

"That's great?" Qin Zhaoli reached out and pressed her left ear.

She nodded: "There is no other noise, and the sounds I hear are normal."

Qin Zhaoli sighed, "Don't let Gu Yuchen go."

"Okay, I understand." She couldn't eat any more, so she put down her chopsticks and asked, "Why did you come so early today?"

Qin Zhaoli sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and said, "My parents went out for dinner yesterday. I heard that Uncle Gu mentioned that you and Gu Yuchen had obtained a marriage certificate at the dinner table."

She knew that Gu's parents liked Zhixian very much, and Zhixian's parents also liked Gu Yuchen very much. It was quite embarrassing that this happened now.

"That's Gu Yuchen's fault. He won't put the blame on me. Let's talk about it when he asks."

Qin Zhaoli nodded slowly, and then seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "I was going to sit at that table when I came at eight o'clock."

She pointed to the table in the corner by the window. Wen Zhihan looked in the direction she pointed. That was where she usually sat.

"Guess what, a handsome man sat at the table with a cup of coffee. I have to say that man was really handsome. I am not exaggerating at all. He had a face that looked very intelligent. But he only sat there for five minutes, exactly five minutes, and then left."

Wen Zhixian knew who it was as soon as he heard her description, "Mr. Qi."

"Do you know him?"

She nodded and told Qin Zhaoli how she met him: "I ran out of Gu Yuchen's house and fell at the door. I lost my keys and lipstick. You don't know how desperate I was when I couldn't find my keys at the door. Then he brought them to me."

"He's not bad."

Wen Zhixian agreed, "I offered to pay him for the gas but he refused. But he probably saw me getting beaten and felt sorry for me, so he sent it to me."

She paused, "What's even more embarrassing is that later in the evening, Gu Yuchen came to the store to look for me, and we had an argument. I lost control of my emotions and he saw us again."

Qin Zhaoli laughed out loud, Wen Zhihan sighed and covered his face: "I haven't been so rude in all these years, and it just so happens that I'm seen by others every time. It's embarrassing to think about it."

"But it was just a chance meeting. If you saw it, just let it go. I won't tell anyone about it." What's more, she even invited him for coffee and dinner, so he would definitely not tell anyone.

Qin Zhaoli joked with her for a few sentences before saying, "Let's go. I'm going to the company."

"Be careful on the road. Bye~" She stood up and saw Qin Zhaoli off to the car. After watching the car drive away, she went back to the store to continue her work.

During lunch, her father called her. She picked up the phone and heard the other end say, "Girl, are you coming back for dinner tonight? I made sweet and sour pork ribs and your mother made pot-wrapped pork. Do you want some?"

The first thought that popped into her mind was "eat!", but when she thought about how her parents had sent her away yesterday and said they would eat for her, she swallowed the words and said, "Dad, I ate last night, so I won't eat today. You and my mom can help me eat. I don't need to eat at all."

Wen Xingzhi took down his phone and whispered to his wife beside him with a smile: "The young lady is really just like you."

Shen Ling rolled her eyes at him, but she thought the girl was funny and kept smiling.

"You really don't want to eat? I just bought the ingredients this morning."

"No, I ate too much yesterday." He was just being stubborn.

Wen Xingzhi pretended to sigh, "Well, since you ate too much, next time we won't have these two dishes on the table to avoid wasting them."

Wen Zhixian gritted his teeth: "..."

"Okay, my lady, you go ahead and do your work. I'm hanging up now." Wen Xingzhi took the phone away from his ear and said to his wife, "Make another grilled steak tonight. I'll bring back a tomahawk steak after get off work."

Wen Zhixian suddenly softened his tone and said softly, "Eat."

Wen Xingzhi: "Ah? Girl, are you talking to me?"

"Please cook the Tomahawk steak more tender." He started to make requests.

The parents were so happy. Wen Xingzhi said, "Okay, we'll make it for you when you come back in the evening."

She despised her own behavior, but the smile on her face betrayed herself.