Chapter 164 She Really Angry Qin Jiahuai This Time
Cheng Yiyi: "Because no man is willing to support me, I can only work hard. During this period, I taught myself a lot of architectural knowledge and won the award."
Her words were very provocative, implying that the other party wanted to support her.
Chu Yao pretended not to notice.
Test whether she really understands architectural knowledge.
Chu Yao: "Which architectural designer do you like best?"
Cheng Yiyi: "I like Zaha the most. Her curvy designs are beautiful, like flowing music~"
It also comes with a starry-eyed expression.
This evaluation is too general. It feels like a layman asked the AI a question on the spur of the moment. It doesn't sound like something a professional would say at all.
Chu Yao continued to probe, "Indeed. But what I admire most is her innovation in structural mechanics. By the way, take the cantilever design of the Fengpu Opera House as an example. I'd like to ask Designer Cheng, how does this solve the wind load problem?"
Although Chu Yao was also an outsider, her home was filled with her father's architecture books when she was a child.
She would occasionally flip through it and could make up a few words to fool people.
"The other party is typing..." This state lasted for a long time.
Finally, the reply came.
Cheng Yiyi: "This technology is very professional, and it's complicated for me to explain to you. However, I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to me and even go out of your way to learn about architecture for me."
She really didn't understand anything and even avoided basic structural issues.
Chu Yao recalled that in the short limited version, when she called Cheng Yiyi, a man with a middle-aged voice answered the phone.
Aunt Jiang's line has nothing to do with Cheng Yiyi, so the fact that Cheng Yiyi and the middle-aged man were still together at three or four in the morning should be objectively true.
But in this line at the moment, there should be no incident of her calling to find out about the man next to her.
Could it be that Cheng Yiyi's winning of the award has something to do with this middle-aged man?
Chu Yao probed again: "By the way, I seemed to have seen you yesterday. There was a middle-aged man next to you...was that your father?"
Cheng Yiyi: "Are you jealous?"
Chu Yao: "No, I'm just curious."
Cheng Yiyi: "Actually, he's not my dad, but he's an elder who loves me very much."
Chu Yao: "Do you have a photo? I feel like he looks like an uncle I lost for a long time."
After a while, Cheng Yiyi sent a photo.
It seemed like the scene of the designer competition. The man was sitting upright in the audience. He had regular features and a dark complexion. Although he was wearing a suit and tie, he did not have much of a natural sense of nobility in his temperament.
It's very much like the older generation who worked diligently and hard for most of their lives to cross the class barrier. They have a temperament that is rich but simple.
Chu Yao looked at this face carefully, and felt more and more...
Suddenly the door opened and Qin Jiahuai came back.
Chu Yao immediately showed him the photo in her hand. "Qin Jiahuai, ten years ago... on the day Wei Wan was thrown into a vegetative state, we saw a man struggling with my grandmother at the hospital entrance. Was that him?"
Qin Jiahuai's eyes narrowed slightly: "Yes, it's him."
Chu Yao put her phone away and looked down at the man again, her heart beating wildly uncontrollably.
The secret that grandma has been reluctant to tell for ten years is finally coming to light!
Chu Yao wanted to find out who this man was from Cheng Yiyi, but at this time Sheng Rong's parents came out with food and greeted them.
"Children, it's time to eat."
Chu Yao had no choice but to let Cheng Yiyi go for the time being, planning to go back and try again at night.
The meal was warm and enjoyable.
Chu Yao never drinks alcohol. She has something important on her mind and won't give anyone any chance.
After dinner, everyone sat together and chatted.
Every time the three of them got together, they had a lot to talk about, but it was basically Chu Yao and Sheng Rong talking and laughing, while Qin Jiahuai listened quietly on the side.
Chu Yao talked about the foggy state she felt in her senior year of high school.
There is a new term in the past two years, called brain fog. This condition is often caused by stress, lack of sleep, or taking a lot of medicine for illness.
After the COVID-19 pandemic, many people have brain fog and feel groggy all day long.
But ten years ago, this term didn't exist. Back then, if students were studying well but suddenly couldn't concentrate, the teacher would think they were bad students or distracted by premature love...
"After Lao Chen passed away, the new head teacher wasn't as easy to talk to as Lao Chen. He called me in all the time to criticize my declining grades and told me I must be in a premature relationship. That put even more pressure on me... Fortunately, I managed to overcome it."
Sheng Rong sat backwards on the chair, resting his head on the backrest and looking at her: "Poor little girl, I went abroad, and Qin Jiahuai also passed the exam early..."
And that damn scumbag... I'm too lazy to even mention him.
"You're the only one left..." Sheng Rong suddenly looked at Qin Jiahuai, "I thought you would stay with Yaoyao."
Qin Jiahuai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something.
However, Chu Yao spoke first, her tone very nonchalant: "That's fine. Even if we're friends, we can't sacrifice our future for each other. If I pass the exam and Qin Jiahuai doesn't, I'll leave early. What if I fail the exam after another year?"
Sheng Rong asked again: "Then you later also got admitted to Tangjing to study at university, was it to follow Qin Jiahuai?"
Chu Yao glanced at Qin Jiahuai calmly and smiled softly: "Of course not, it just happens that the best Communication University in the country is right over there."
Qin Jiahuai didn't say anything, his sharp and cold face was half bright and half dark under the light.
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It was already midnight when we left Sheng's house.
Before leaving, Chu Yao obtained Sheng Rong's consent and allowed him to use his identity to chat with Cheng Yiyi during this period of time until Cheng Yiyi confessed and then returned the account to him.
When they walked to the car, Qin Jiahuai habitually opened the passenger door for her.
But Chu Yao sat directly in the back row.
Because she was just at Sheng Rong's house and typed out Cheng Yiyi's design draft for this competition.
She planned to check it out on the way home and search online to see if Cheng Yiyi had synthesized it from someone else's design draft.
Qin Jiahuai had no choice but to follow her and drive in the driver's seat.
As the car started moving, Qin Jiahuai subconsciously looked at her in the rearview mirror.
I saw her lowering her head and checking the design draft with other drafts on the Internet.
The edge of her skirt had ridden up to her mid-thigh, but she was completely unaware.
Suddenly, a piece of paper floated under the seat.
Chu Yao bent down to pick it up, and the hem of her light blue skirt rose a little higher with the movement.
Qin Jiahuai felt an itch in his throat, but his voice was as cold as ever: "Sit tight. Fasten your seat belt."
Chu Yao didn't bother to pay attention: "No need to tie it in the back row."
Qin Jiahuai continued driving without saying a word.
A moment of silence.
Chu Yao suddenly felt a chill on her back, and her heart began to tremble...
She felt his oppressive feeling, and felt that he was about to start treating her...
Sure enough, when the car drove to a place where it could be parked, Qin Jiahuai suddenly turned on the turn signal and the car turned roughly under the sycamore tree next to the emergency lane.
With a sudden brake, Chu Yao fell off the seat and knelt under it.
She quickly sat up by holding onto the backrest of the front seat, cursing: "Qin Jiahuai, are you sick? You've shaken your brain out! You..."
Before she finished scolding, the driver's door had already opened and Qin Jiahuai unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
The next second, the rear door opened and a tall shadow cast a shadow over the car.
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