The next morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and a faint light filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the room. Qingyao slowly opened her eyes, waking from her sleep. She gently tilted her head, her gaze falling on Qi Yue, who was still deep in sleep beside her. He slept peacefully, his breathing steady and deep.
Qingyao carefully got out of bed, afraid to wake Qi Yue. She casually grabbed a soft bathrobe and draped it over her, sash fastened, and tiptoed toward the large French window. The sunlight gradually brightened, illuminating her beautiful face and graceful figure.
Qingyao paused at the window, reached out, and pulled a slender cigarette from the box on the table. She expertly lit it. As the spark flickered, a faint aroma of tobacco filled the air. She gracefully placed the cigarette between her lips, took a light puff, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke. The rising wisps of smoke, like a soft veil, swirled in the air, forming beautiful smoke rings that rose and spread, one after another.
Just when Qingyao was enjoying this moment of tranquility alone, a voice suddenly sounded in her mind: "Ancestor, why are you smoking? You are a nine-tailed fox!" It turned out that the system Xiaoyi discovered Qingyao's behavior, was frightened, and couldn't help shouting.
Qingyao heard Xiaoyi's exclamation, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. She replied softly, "You think I've lived for tens of thousands of years and experienced countless vicissitudes of life. What can I not do?" After saying this, she took another deep breath of cigarette, letting the rich smoke fill her mouth, and then slowly exhaled.
After hearing Qingyao's words, Xiaoyi was speechless. He knew that this ancestor's experience and abilities far exceeded his imagination, so he obediently shut his mouth and said no more. However, not long after, Xiaoyi seemed to remember something important and spoke again: "Ancestor, I have something to report to you. According to statistics, your spending in the past two days has reached 20 billion. To prevent you from being offline when you need money in the future, causing inconvenience to you, I have set up the system so that for every dollar you spend, you will receive 10 times the profit. This should ensure that you always have sufficient funds at your disposal." It has been set up. In other words, you spent 20 billion in the past two days, and now you have received 200 billion. So, your card now has 200 billion. If you need anything else, please call Xiaoyi.
Qingyao nodded when she heard this, indicating that she understood, and said, "I understand. You can go out and play by yourself."
Xiaoyi slipped away silently like a nimble kitten, and disappeared from this world in the blink of an eye, going to other places to play.
Qingyao, on the other hand, didn't care about Xiaoyi's departure at all. She didn't even look at the mobile phone on the table. There might be countless unread messages in it, but she seemed to be oblivious to it.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing, who was outside the house, had woken up early in the morning. He keenly caught the subtle sounds coming from inside the house. Out of courtesy, he first walked gently to the door, then raised his hand and knocked cautiously. After receiving Qingyao's consent, he slowly opened the door and walked into the room.
When Yan Qing entered the room, the first thing he saw was Qingyao standing by the window smoking. At that moment, he couldn't believe his eyes, because he had never seen Qingyao like this before.
The indifferent woman in the past now stood alone in front of the window with her back to him, the cigarette in her hand flickering with a faint flame, and her back looked a bit lonely and desolate.
Yan Qing couldn't help but shake his head slightly, as if trying to shake off the strange feeling that had just surfaced in his mind. Then, he gathered himself together and walked forward until he was beside Qing Yao. He then asked softly, "Dear guest, what kind of breakfast would you like this morning?"
Qingyao heard Yan Qing's voice and slowly turned around. The fingers holding the cigarette moved slightly, and she exhaled a puff of smoke. Then she looked at the man in front of her calmly and replied lightly: "Prepare me a Chinese meal."
Yan Qing nodded, indicating that he understood Qingyao's request, then turned and left the room, going downstairs to prepare breakfast for Qingyao.
Qingyao, who remained in the room, remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, as if she were lost in thought. After a moment, she slowly raised her hand, brought the nearly burned cigarette to her lips, took a final drag, and then stubbed the butt out in the ashtray on the windowsill. Suddenly, a slight noise came from behind her, followed by a warm embrace.
Qi Yue was half asleep and didn't see Qingyao. Then he realized that Qingyao was standing on the windowsill. He walked over in a daze and hugged Qingyao tightly from behind. He buried his head in Qingyao's neck and asked softly, "Ayao, what's wrong? Sleep a little longer."
After hearing this, Qingyao stroked Qi Yue's head and said, "I'm not going to sleep anymore. I have things to do today. You should sleep a little longer."
Qi Yue nodded drowsily and said, "Okay." Then he climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.
Qingyao then went to the bathroom, quickly washed up, took a shower, and walked out wearing a purple suspender nightgown.
At this moment, Yan Qing had already arranged the breakfast neatly. When Qingyao came over, he pulled out a chair for her, and Qingyao sat down obediently.
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