In the early morning, the sun gently shone on the corridor of Jinpu Railway Hotel. Zheng Wanqing was still intoxicated in a sweet dream when a restrained knock on the door came.
"Who?" Zheng Wanqing answered in a daze, her voice still sweet and sticky.
"Wanqing, it's me." A gentle male voice came from outside the door, accompanied by the slight sound of paper rubbing against each other.
"Coming." She responded and was about to stand up when Xie Yun grabbed her wrist.
His deep eyes were particularly bright in the morning light, and he whispered, "I'll go."
After saying that, he stood up. The sunlight just depicted the smooth and powerful muscle lines of his naked upper body. He casually put on the navy blue nightgown hanging by the bed, and tied the silk belt loosely around his waist, outlining his tall figure. He opened the door, revealing only half of his face.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze. A barely perceptible surprise flashed across Ji Chen's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and the gentle smile on his face suddenly became a little stiff.
This was the first time Xie Yun met Ji Chen. He looked at the man in front of him calmly. Ji Chen was tall and slender, and the well-tailored suit made his figure look even more upright. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. The eyes behind the lenses revealed a refined and profound temperament, and his every move showed his elegance and self-restraint.
"Madam is still dressing up." Xie Yun's eyes fell on the oil-paper bag in Ji Chen's hand, which exuded the unique sweet aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts.
Zheng Wanqing hurriedly came in her nightgown, with her hair still slightly curled from the pillow. Seeing the slightly subtle atmosphere between the two, she smiled and broke the deadlock, introducing them: "Ji Chen, this is my husband Xie Yun." Then she turned to Xie Yun and explained: "Yumin, this is Editor-in-Chief Ji Chen, who came to Jinan with me to attend the seminar."
Ji Chen quickly adjusted his expression, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, Marshal. I've heard a lot about you." His fingertips were a little cold, but his voice was still steady.
Xie Yun held the hand, keenly aware of the slight tremor coming from the other's palm, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he responded: "Nice to meet you."
"Ji Chen, my husband and I plan to stay in Jinan for a few more days..." Zheng Wanqing's words made Ji Chen's eyes dim for a moment, but he quickly recovered and nodded slightly: "Tian, then I'll go back first."
Xie Yun noticed the fleeting pain in Ji Chen's eyes when he looked at Zheng Wanqing. As a man, he instantly understood Ji Chen's thoughts, and an inexplicable irritation surged in his heart. He quietly put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and gently stroked her silk nightgown with his fingertips.
Ji Chen felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw Xie Yun's actions, but he tried his best to control his emotions and didn't show it. He looked at Zheng Wanqing in a panic, and seemed a little at a loss, and subconsciously clenched the oil paper bag in his hand.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly handed over the oil-paper bag, his voice trembling slightly: "By the way, these sugar-roasted chestnuts are what you kept talking about when you were in France. I just bought them back from Furong Street. They are still hot. Take them and eat them."
When Xie Yun heard the word "France", he was slightly stunned and felt even more jealous.
Seeing this, Zheng Wanqing did not refuse but just reached out to take it: "Thank you very much. I really appreciate your help this time. Have a safe journey back home."
Ji Chen knew that it was not advisable to stay for long, so he suppressed the bitterness in his heart and forced a smile: "Hey, have fun." After that, he turned around and slowly left.
Xie Yun looked at Ji Chen's receding back, his brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing noticed something was wrong with Xie Yun, raised her head and looked at him, and asked with concern, "What's the matter?"
"France?" Xie Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife, with a look of scrutiny and doubt in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing seemed to remember something and hurriedly explained: "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that Ji Chen was my classmate in France. What a coincidence."
When Ji Chen's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Xie Yun pushed his wife against the door frame and said in a low voice with a hint of jealousy: "Madam, it seems that you have a lot of stories that you haven't told me?"
Zheng Wanqing was startled by his sudden action and let out a cry. Then she couldn't help laughing: "Young Marshal, are you jealous?"
Xie Yun snorted softly, hugged Zheng Wanqing tighter, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said with a bit of childish stubbornness in his tone: "Why do I feel that the way he looks at you is not simple."
She deliberately tapped his chest with her fingertips and said angrily, "We are just classmates. He has profound academic attainments and appreciates my academic works. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Xie Yun snorted coldly, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Tonight I will examine Madam." After that, he suddenly picked her up horizontally, and put on a doting smile on his face again: "But before that, I will take you to see the real Jinan."
Zheng Wanqing walked on the newly paved asphalt road in front of the Jiaoji Railway Station. The reflection of her apricot-colored shantung cloud silk cheongsam was reflected in the Western glass window.
Xie Yun was half a step behind her, his coat casually draped over his arm. When his eyes swept across the German patrolman wearing a red tasseled hat on the street, he subconsciously tightened his jaw, but quickly relaxed it.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Xie?" Zheng Wanqing deliberately covered half of her face with a silk fan, revealing only a pair of cunning eyes, "You said you are just an ordinary tourist today?"
Xie Yun chuckled, and gently took her hand with his bony fingers: "Madam is right."
He waved towards the street, and a rickshaw painted green glaze immediately trotted over, its wheels rolling on the road, making light sounds.
The driver was in his early forties, with wrinkles from wind and sun on his bronze face. His blue cloth jacket was washed bleached but still starched.
He took off his reed sun hat, revealing his shiny shaved forehead, and said in a thick Jinan accent: "Sir and Madam, are you going to go boating? My car has new German springs, so I guarantee you won't get shaken, and you'll be comfortable and stable."
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