Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I am already married.
The slightly drunken spring afternoon sun fell on the steel behemoth, adding a bit of tenderness.
This building standing in the Juancheng Financial Center is the headquarters of Chen's Qingyu Group. Through the gaps in the glass windows halfway up the sky, one can see urban elites staring at their computers in front of neatly arranged desks. The revolving door downstairs is constantly open, and people holding office bags and coffee are coming in and out.
A series of residential areas have naturally emerged around the financial center, with food and beverages, especially coffee, accounting for the majority of the market. Within a five-minute walk from the Qingyu Building, you'll pass three coffee shops.
If you turn a corner without going through the traffic lights, you will reach Champs-Elysées Road. The second store on Champs-Elysées Road is a pottery store called He Yan. Following the trend of this street, it also sells coffee and desserts.
On a weekday afternoon, there were only a few scattered customers in the store.
The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, creating a dazzling glow. The utensils used to hold the coffee are all handmade, and the little rabbit on the cup is clever and cute.
Passing through a cloth curtain is the pottery shop's studio.
A woman in her fifties, dressed formally, was holding a brush. She hesitated to apply the glaze and looked at the girl next to her for help, "Miss Yan, can you help me with this step?"
Zhang Siyu was making pottery opposite and looked towards them when she heard what was happening. After Ms. Liu had purchased the pottery making project in the store in a group purchase, she specifically asked not to have any other pottery teacher and only wanted the boss to teach her personally. If Yan Jiu taught her, she would not be willing to do any of the steps and wanted Yan Jiu to do it himself.
I don’t know what the purpose is, but the boss is kind and really comes to teach her.
Zhang Siyu curled her lips, wondering if it was a colleague who was ruining the show.
Yan Jiu was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans today, the most ordinary outfit. There were mud spots on the black T-shirt, and her slightly curly black hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her a beautiful silhouette.
Even when facing such an obviously difficult customer, she remained gentle, like a pink lychee, exuding a sweet fragrance, beautiful and non-aggressive.
Yan Jiu pursed his lips and said, "Ms. Liu, personal experience is very important in pottery making. Otherwise, we can just buy the finished product and take it home. I still recommend that you glaze it yourself. This way you will feel more accomplished."
Liu Donglian completely ignored her and put down her brush. "Ms. Yan, I want a picture of a happy family of five under a blue sky and white clouds."
Yan Jiu showed an embarrassment, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult and will take a long time."
"Difficult?" Liu Donglian's face turned grim. "Just a simple pinch and a drawing like this costs over three hundred yuan. Miss Yan, go outside and have a look. A box lunch is only fifteen yuan."
"You can buy more than 20 boxed lunches with this!"
Liu Donglian's saliva was flying everywhere. Yan Jiu had never met such a person before. She was stunned for a moment, her long eyelashes trembling, and a look of helplessness appeared on her pretty face.
Fortunately, the sudden ring of the phone resolved the awkwardness. Yan Jiu shook the phone and opened her red lips slightly: "Si Yu, please help Ms. Liu."
Zhang Siyu stood up and said, "Ms. Liu, let me help you."
Liu Donglian didn't even look at Zhang Siyu. Her eyes were fixed on the direction where Yan Jiu left. Looking at her graceful back, she muttered softly, "Your butt isn't big enough. You can't give birth to a son."
Zhang Siyu walked to Liu Donglian and didn't hear clearly, "Ms. Liu, what did you say?"
Liu Donglian replied angrily: "I don't want you to do it, I want Miss Yan to do it for me."
Zhang Siyu swallowed her impatience and said in a gentle voice, "I'm the store manager here. I've held a personal pottery exhibition before. Ms. Liu, you can absolutely trust my skills."
Yan Jiu walked outside the store, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then answered the phone, "Jiao Jiao."
Xiang Tianjiao: "Jiujiu, why did you take so long to answer the phone?"
Yan Jiu rubbed her brows. She really didn't know how to deal with Ms. Liu, but she didn't bring her depressed mood to Xiang Tianjiao. She replied calmly: "In the store, a customer just came."
Xiang Tianjiao got straight to the point, "Did you know about this class reunion? Do you want to go?"
Yan Jiu: "The squad leader called me, I will go."
Xiang Tianjiao uttered an "ah" and hesitated for a moment, his tone obviously changing. "But, I asked, and he will go too."
"He" refers to Qin Rong, their college classmate and also Yan Jiu's ex-boyfriend.
Just broke up six months ago.
For a moment, the air seemed to be stagnant.
The air Yan Jiu had just inhaled rolled around in her body for a while before she exhaled heavily, holding onto the wall beside her. Her voice was like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, "Is that so..."
Xiang Tianjiao knew that Yan Jiu needed to digest and process this matter, so he chatted with her for a while and asked her to have afternoon tea together another day, then hung up the phone.
Yan Jiu had almost forgotten Qin Rong, and his appearance gradually became blurred in her memory. But as soon as he was mentioned, he seemed to be right in front of her, telling her to eat well and live a good life in the future.
The last thing he said to her was, forget him.
She had to lean her whole body against the wall to keep from sliding down.
As the extended Rolls-Royce drove past the Champs-Élysées, Secretary Gao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, exclaimed, "Eh!" and turned around to say, "Boss, it's the Madam."
The driver slowed down, and Secretary Gao asked uncertainly, "Do you need to get out of the car? Madam doesn't seem to be feeling well."
Chen Yuchu was wearing a white shirt tied with a neat Windsor knot, and his black suit was placed on the chair. He leaned back in a relaxed posture, and paused with his slender knuckles clasped on the back of his legs. He glanced out the window and saw a hunched figure. She seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, and her palms were pressing on her abdomen like a wet puppy.
There was no expression on his handsome and flawless face. He calmly withdrew his gaze and gently uttered two words from his thin lips, "No need."
Yan Hongsheng's daughter shouldn't be so fragile that she needs help from others.
Chen Yuchu recalled the first time she met Yan Jiu. She was facing an embarrassing situation in the Chen family. She was so weak that she looked like she would fall to the ground at any time, but her slender back always stood straight.
"Okay." Secretary Gao retracted his gaze and exchanged glances with the driver on the way.
Although the boss seemed aloof and unapproachable, he wasn't a mean person. How could he be so cold towards his wife, whom he hadn't seen for three months? Secretary Gao immediately thought that the boss and his wife were in a family marriage, so it seemed that they didn't have any feelings for each other.
Yan Jiu didn't notice the passing vehicles, but even if she did, she wouldn't be able to recognize them.
She took a long time to recover before she stood up again. Her fair face was pale and the sunlight on her body did not warm her at all.
Instead, there was a dull pain in my stomach.
When Yan Jiu returned to the studio, Liu Donglian was yelling at Zhang Siyu. Two employees, worried about what might happen, were standing next to them. When they saw Yan Jiu, they called out, "Boss."
Yan Jiu nodded slightly, her long, thick eyelashes drooping, and she asked in a good-tempered manner, "What happened?"
Seeing Yan Jiu, Liu Donglian's expression changed immediately. She interrupted what Zhang Siyu was about to say and asked enthusiastically, "Miss Yan, have you finished talking to your boyfriend? I heard that your boyfriend is a painter. Why not let him help me with the glazing?"
This sentence made Yan Jiu's heart skip a beat. A hazy look flashed across his eyes. His lips became heavier for no reason, but he still said, "He and I have broken up."
This shouldn't have been said in this kind of situation, and Yan Jiu didn't like to mention private matters.
But she still said it.
Several employees were shocked. No wonder the boss’ boyfriend hadn’t come for a long time. They thought he was going to an exhibition somewhere. It turned out that they had broken up.
No wonder the boss has been staying in the store every day for the past few months.
Liu Donglian's face lit up even brighter. "Then how about I introduce Miss Yan to a boyfriend? Isn't it said that the best way to forget someone is to meet someone new? This person is definitely a thousand times better than your ex-boyfriend and will make you forget him immediately. You must have heard of Qingyu Group. He works there and his annual salary is about this much."
Liu Donglian made a "two" gesture and said, "After you get married, you can just stay home and you can close this pottery shop."
Zhang Siyu: "Two million?"
Liu Donglian showed the white of his eyes, "Two hundred thousand!"
Yan Jiu couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a person who was a thousand times better than Qin Rong.
She pressed her abdomen lightly, frowning in pain, "I'm already married."
When these words were spoken, not only Liu Donglian, but also several employees were surprised.
Zhang Siyu's eyes widened. When did the boss get married? You can't just get a marriage certificate and be done with it. Trying on wedding dresses, taking wedding photos, and setting up the wedding banquet all take time.
The boss has been staying in the store during the day these past few months. Where does he find the time?
Yan Jiu really only got the marriage certificate.
She and Chen Yuchu got their marriage certificate during his free time after a meeting.
The marriage certificate photo was still in her wallet, but neither she nor Chen Yuchu smiled.
They were like two strangers who stood together by chance and took a photo together.
"Ms. Yan, if you look down on me, just say it directly. Don't use this as an excuse." Liu Donglian didn't believe Yan Jiu's words at all and believed that she was just making an excuse.
"I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, could lie without blinking an eye."
Zhang Siyu couldn't bear to watch it any longer. "Ms. Liu, everyone has the right to refuse."
The employees nearby also echoed.
They finally understood. No wonder Liu Donglian had been so naughty the moment she arrived, insisting on Yan Jiu teaching her personally and wanting Yan Jiu to learn the ropes first. They had originally thought that Liu Donglian wanted Yan Jiu's work but was reluctant to spend more money, but they hadn't expected this to be her plan.
Really, a toad wants to eat swan flesh.
Although Yan Jiu never boasted about her family background, the rent alone for opening a pottery shop like this in this land-scarce place would be an incalculable amount.
What's more, putting aside her family background, Yan Jiu has a clear and sweet appearance, and her creamy skin seems to glow, like a girl walking out of an oil painting. Her pair of beautiful and clear eyes sometimes make even them stunned.
Yan Jiu was about to say something when he felt a vibration in his palm.
It’s news from Yan Hongsheng.
He said: [I'm going home to have dinner with Yuchu tonight.]
Yan Jiu lowered the corners of his pale pink lips and said to Zhang Siyu, "You continue to entertain Ms. Liu."
Liu Donglian immediately became reluctant, "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you, little girl."
Yan Jiu ignored Liu Donglian and walked towards her personal studio, sending a message as he walked: [He is working abroad.]
Yan Hongsheng didn't reply, and Yan Jiu was not surprised at all. He sat on the wooden chair in a daze.
Her father was such an authoritarian and overbearing man. He never cared about her thoughts and his tone was always commanding.
More than ten minutes later, Yan Hongsheng called and his tone was very bad.
"How do you become someone's wife?"
Yan Jiu's expression was indifferent, as if the person Yan Hongsheng was scolding was not her.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Hongsheng: "You don't even know your husband has returned to China."
Seeing that Yan Jiu didn't say anything, his voice became more urgent.
"Are you still thinking about Qin Rong?"
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