Ji Hao and Ji Yangchen were unaware that the two people they were discussing would soon run into each other, though the atmosphere wasn't exactly harmonious.
Qin Sheng and Fu Jingheng went to Xichongge again, but they didn't see the receptionist from last time. The two were in a good mood and had a hot pot meal.
However, perhaps their auras clashed with those of Xichong Pavilion, because a small accident occurred—Qin Sheng's trench coat was splashed with water by a teacup that Fu Jingheng accidentally bumped into.
"I'm sorry." Fu Jingheng apologized in a low, hoarse voice as he wiped Qin Sheng's coat with a tissue.
But it couldn't be wiped clean.
Qin Sheng glanced at it and simply took off her coat: "It's nothing."
Fu Jingheng's eyes flickered, and he took off his suit jacket, casually draping it over Qin Sheng's shoulder: "It'll be cold outside."
Qin Sheng subconsciously looked out the window.
The air at the end of October was indeed quite chilly, but Qin Sheng was protected by spiritual energy, so this level of low temperature was not enough to make her feel cold.
So she paused only for a moment before pulling at her coat: "I'm not cold."
“But you,” she glanced at him, “are still recovering from your injuries and are weak. You shouldn’t catch a chill.”
“You just said,” Fu Jingheng pressed down on the girl’s hand that was pulling at her coat, leaning closer to her, “that your brother is weak?”
With a hint of deliberate intent, Fu Jingheng tilted his head slightly, and his warm breath, accompanied by the sound of his voice, sprayed onto Qin Sheng's neck, carrying a faint, cool fragrance of black lotus.
Qin Sheng was stunned.
The next moment, she instinctively raised her hand to block, followed by an elbow strike.
Caught off guard, Fu Jingheng was immediately knocked back several steps until he crashed into the wall behind him.
Fu Jingheng: "..."
He touched his chest, which was throbbing from the blows, and couldn't help but cough twice.
Qin Sheng snapped out of her daze, carefully examined his complexion for a moment, and then nodded: "He is indeed weak."
Fu Jingheng: "..."
He quickly composed himself and said seriously, "Brother has found the Spirit-Nourishing Grass, and the Heavenly Azure Seed has also been located. After your injuries are healed, you can check whether brother is truly weak."
"Oh." Qin Sheng glanced at him, paused, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you misunderstood something?"
Fu Jingheng raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
Qin Sheng looked directly at him and said seriously, "I only made the diagnosis of your weakness from a doctor's perspective, that's all."
She glanced at the man's crotch, her cool eyes filled with helplessness: "You don't need to care so much."
Fu Jingheng: "..."
He laughed in exasperation.
He couldn't resist raising his hand and flicking the girl's smooth forehead: "At such a young age, where did you learn all this nonsense?"
Qin Sheng remained expressionless: "I am a healer."
After saying that, he continued earnestly, "Your health is the most important thing. You can't ignore your illness and avoid seeking medical treatment."
Fu Jingheng: "..."
Fine, you're a fairy, so you get to decide.
Just then, a light knock sounded on the door. Fu Jingheng paused, got up, and opened the door to the private room.
A man in a sharp suit stood at the door.
He was startled by Fu Jingheng's outstanding appearance when he saw him appear inside the door, but he quickly composed himself.
He gave Fu Jingheng a scrutinizing look, his face darkening. "We're discussing important matters in our private room. Once you've finished eating, please leave as soon as possible and don't make any more noise."
Fu Jingheng's fingers, which were gripping the door, twitched, and he suddenly chuckled softly.
Sichong Pavilion is very popular among the wealthy families in Ancheng, and is the preferred place for them to discuss business and date.
It's not just because Xichongge has a nice environment and attentive service, but also because Xichongge highly respects the privacy of its guests.
The entire Xichong Pavilion has only seven private rooms, which are scattered in the four corners of the pavilion and the three areas centered on the central indoor garden landscape. There are no directly connected areas between the private rooms, and the interior and exterior of the private rooms are coated with special soundproofing materials.
Therefore, not only can you not see it, but the sounds inside the private room don't really carry out.
Fu Jingheng's shove was indeed quite loud, but that was only from the perspective of Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng, who were inside the private room.
As for the people outside, especially those in other private rooms, the sounds they could hear, while not exactly the faintest whisper, were certainly not enough to disturb their conversation.
So they've come knocking on our door already?
Fu Jingheng glanced at the man in front of him and slammed the door shut.
Qin Sheng ignored what was happening outside and quietly ate her meat until only a small dish of lettuce remained on the table. Then she put down her chopsticks and stood up, saying, "Let's go."
Fu Jingheng hummed in agreement and casually picked up her dirty coat.
After a brief moment of surprise, the man in the suit returned to the opposite private room with a sullen face.
The business partner went to the restroom. Qiao Yihan, who was deep in thought, heard the sound and casually asked, "Did he leave?"
The man in the suit, who was also Secretary Liu, lowered his head: "No."
"Hmm?" Qiao Yihan finally raised his head, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face.
"The people on the other end weren't listening to me at all. I just told them to leave as soon as they finished eating, and they immediately slammed the door shut," Secretary Liu explained, frowning.
As he spoke, he recalled the face he had vaguely glimpsed through the crack in the door and hesitated before saying, "Mr. Qiao, I think... I saw Miss Qin."
Qiao Yihan raised his eyes: "You mean, Qin Sheng?"
Secretary Liu recalled for a moment, and the image in his mind gradually became clearer: "Yes, it was Miss Qin Sheng."
Qiao Yihan got up and walked towards the door, but then stopped halfway, as if remembering something. He asked, "You just mentioned 'them,' who's the other person?"
“Never seen him before, he shouldn’t be a powerful figure from Ancheng.” He paused, then added, “He’s very good-looking.”
Qiao Yihan immediately thought of the picture he had received not long ago, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He started walking again.
The door to the private room opened, and Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng, who had just finished eating, came face to face.
Qiao Yihan's gaze swept over the two of them, pausing for a moment on the clearly male coat draped over Qin Sheng's shoulders. His already composed expression darkened further.
He strode forward, pulling Qin Sheng's coat off her shoulder and throwing it onto the trash can, while reaching out to grab her hand: "Come back with me."
But it all came to nothing.
Fu Jingheng pulled the girl's shoulder into his arms, while Qiao Yihan's hand brushed past Qin Sheng.
Qiao Yihan paused, then looked up and met Fu Jingheng's gaze.
Two pairs of equally cold eyes met, and for a moment, the atmosphere froze.
Until the girl's clear, cool voice rang out.
Qin Sheng broke free from Fu Jingheng's embrace, looked at the man opposite her, and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly: "Qiao... Yi Han?"
Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty, as if she had just recognized him.
Qiao Yihan's expression instantly turned even uglier.
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