To prevent Chen Zongyue from coming to the store again, Zhou Sui and Cheng Yue gave her a strict order, forbidding her from coming to the store again in the near future.
Finally, the person stopped coming, but I still get several phone calls a day.
No sooner had Zhou Sui hung up than the phone rang again. Without even looking at the caller ID, she answered, "What is it now?"
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to pause for a moment before speaking, "Hmm?"
That sound?
Zhou Sui looked down and said, "Brother Qi An, I'm sorry, I thought it was Cheng Yue."
"I thought it was someone else." She thought Song Qi'an didn't know who Cheng Yue was.
"Your biological parents' adopted daughter?"
"You know?" Zhou Sui was very surprised. Song Qi'an was currently thousands of miles away, and apart from the Zhou family, almost no one in the village knew about this.
Song Qi'an knew this because of the junior intelligence officer Zhao Xinfeng. In order to find out about this matter, he had asked Xinfeng for a lot of kickbacks.
As for how Zhao Xinfeng found out, it's basically inseparable from Zhou Yu.
"Hmm, you weren't affected, were you?" Although he already knew most of what had happened from Zhao Xinfeng, Song Qi'an still wanted to hear Zhou Sui's own account.
"No."
"I'll just do what I need to do now; the Cheng family has no effect on me." This further confirms that she will not return to the Cheng family.
"I should congratulate you on finding your biological parents, but I find that congratulations seem a bit unnecessary." Judging from Zhou Sui's tone, the Cheng family doesn't seem to have any impact on her, and she doesn't care.
Zhou Sui naturally couldn't tell Song Qi'an the reasons behind this, so she just smiled and dodged the question.
"Let's not talk about me anymore, Brother Qi'an, how have you been lately?"
“I ran into Aunt Wenxiu when I went home a few days ago. She said you were working on a very big project.”
In her previous life, Zhou Sui had never been to Shenzhen, but she knew that housing prices there would rise dramatically. The fact that Song Qi'an and his group could undertake large projects there meant they would make a lot of money.
"Yes, I've been busy with this project for a while now, and it was just finalized a few days ago."
Don't be fooled by Song Qi'an's ability to sum things up in a single sentence; only he knows how he endured those days of working overtime and staying up late every day.
"In that case, I should be the one congratulating you."
Zhou Sui was genuinely happy for him. "By the way, I've been making flower tea lately. Give me an address, and I'll send it to you when it's ready."
As she spoke, she casually picked up the paper and pen used for taking notes from the counter.
"These flower teas have all sorts of benefits, such as calming the nerves, refreshing the mind, reducing internal heat, replenishing qi and blood, and beautifying the skin."
"But you probably don't need beauty and skincare products. You're already so good-looking, if you keep taking care of them, other people will be jealous."
This was also a blatant compliment to Song Qi'an's good looks. Song Qi'an on the other end of the phone unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Just come here, I don't know much about flower tea, I'll listen to you."
As soon as Zhou Sui heard the words "I'll listen to you," she felt her ears burn. These words sounded like the doting affection a husband has for his wife.
"Oh dear, what are you thinking about?" Zhou Sui straightened her expression. "Then give me the address."
About ten minutes later, the call finally ended. Zhou Sui tore off the piece of paper with the address written on it and prepared to put it in her pocket.
Just then, a regular customer came to pay her bill. She was a female teacher nearing forty, exceptionally elegant and graceful, and a frequent customer of the shop for afternoon tea and snacks.
"Xiao Zhou, you're on the phone with your boyfriend."
Zhou Sui quickly waved her hand and said, "It's a friend of mine."
"Oh, still not admitting it?" The female teacher looked at her and chuckled. "I've come here several times, and I've noticed that you're a completely different person when you answer this phone."
"She would occasionally have that shy expression on her face. I've been through this before, you can't hide it from me."
The female teacher spoke with the air of someone who had been through it all, "Back in our day, we didn't have telephones, so we relied on letters. When I received letters, I was just like you."
Zhou Sui was stunned by what the female teacher said. Wasn't she usually like this when answering other people's phone calls?
"Several male teachers at our school are asking about you. I'll have to tell them later, 'Don't even think about it. This beauty is already taken.' Don't you agree?"
The people behind are the shop assistants at the counter.
The shop assistants had become quite familiar with Zhou Sui, and now they would joke with the female teacher, "The teacher is right, but our shop manager insists that she isn't."
"But if they find out that our store manager has a boyfriend, a lot of people will be heartbroken."
Zhou Sui is beautiful and young, only twenty-one years old. Some students at school are her age or even older than her. It would be a lie to say that she wouldn't be tempted by such a beautiful and powerful boss.
However, Zhou Sui had a very strong sense of propriety. Apart from the relationship between the business and the client, there was no point in talking to her. After being turned away by her several times, the news spread throughout the school.
The beautiful proprietress on the back street has very high standards; I wonder what kind of person can catch her eye.
"Oh dear, I have to go now, I have to go to my afternoon classes." The female teacher slung her handbag over her shoulder and left.
Zhou Sui was still immersed in what she had said, and finally asked the shop assistant for confirmation, "When I answered the phone just now, did I really seem like I was in a relationship?"
Several shop assistants nodded in unison, and then added their own comments one by one.
"You're so formal and serious when you're on the phone with your customers."
"I feel completely at ease making phone calls home."
"But when I call this person..."
Zhou Sui's ears perked up. "Your expression changes very noticeably. One moment you're happy, the next you're worried. Even when you're expressionless, the corners of your eyes are turned up."
"Also, you didn't notice, but when you were on the phone with this person, you unconsciously dragged out the last syllable of your words."
Zhou Sui was stunned; she hadn't noticed the difference at all.
"Impossible, my tone of voice is the same as usual."
Several shop assistants covered their mouths and laughed, not arguing with her; after all, she was the boss, and they couldn't argue with her.
"Next time, just look in the mirror when you answer the phone and you'll see."
After everyone finished joking around, they all went back to their work, leaving Zhou Sui standing there blankly, touching her face and then her eyes. Was her expression changing that obviously?
Then, when no one was paying attention, she tried saying a few more words, "Isn't it all the same?" She felt that there was really nothing wrong with it.
But everyone said so, and Zhou Sui looked down at the paper in her hand, then she was dumbfounded.
When did she write so much about Song Qi'an on the paper?!
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