Chapter 23023 "Did I allow you to investigate him?"
A stream of custom-made gowns flowed down Lan Hui's body, tirelessly moving like a clockwork puppet. To Lan Xi, the gowns didn't seem to differ much. Every time Lan Hui emerged from the fitting room in a new outfit, she nodded in approval, cupping her coffee to mask her absentmindedness.
"That dress is suitable for an engagement," Lan Hui sat down beside her, picked up the water glass and drank it all in one gulp. "What do you think?"
"Yes, sure." Lan Xi nodded, "Then let's talk about other things..."
"I haven't finished choosing yet," Lan Hui stood up again and walked towards the fitting room with high spirits, "I want to take a look at the wedding dress again."
After waiting for three hours, Lan Xi's butt was almost numb. She chased after him and grabbed him: "It's still early for wedding clothes, right? Do you want to spend a day picking all these out?"
"No?"
Three hours was the limit of her waiting. Lan Xi spread her hands helplessly and planned to pick up her bag and leave first.
"Hey!" Lan Hui called her, "What's going on?"
He was so immersed in the joy of his successful proposal that he hadn't noticed Lan Xi's unusual behavior until now. His intuition told him that what Lan Xi wanted to say was extraordinary, and if he missed this opportunity, he would never hear it again. Lan Xi's patience was very limited, and most of the time she would only give him one chance.
The manager and others on the side tactfully stepped back, leaving the space for them.
Lan Hui, observing Lan Xi's solemn expression, couldn't help but grow cautious, holding his cup as he waited for her to speak. He had a premonition that he would hear some shocking news, so he put on the air of a well-behaved listener.
“I like my assistant.”
Lan Xi's first sentence was a bombshell.
“I’m going??”
Lan Hui's cup was tilted and water overflowed from the mouth.
"But the problem is, he doesn't believe it at all," Lan Xi continued. "He always finds excuses to play dumb and avoid me, and this relationship."
Lan Hui asked tentatively: "How does he treat you..."
"He must like me."
He was about to ask if she was being sentimental, but his eyes fell on Lan Xi and he swallowed his words back. She was probably right. Lan Hui had helped countless omegas deliver love letters since they were little. In high school, Lan Xi loved playing soccer. The sidelines were lined with people offering water, and even on the field, people were desperately trying to get her attention. But Lan Xi only noticed a student who had broken his ankle in the crowd, so she made her way through the crowd to pick him up.
Her attention span is always strange, and she always likes to stare at inconspicuous places.
"He might be a little scared," Lan Hui said, crossing her legs. "To be honest, I'm a little scared too... Do you really like him?"
Hearing Lan Xi say that she enjoyed it was as much as seeing a fish that had been swimming in the water for twenty-eight years suddenly flap its wings and fly.
"By the way, who is your assistant?" Lan Hui asked.
"Liang Qing, you met him at A University. He was classmate Shen Su. He helped push my wheelchair."
"Oh, that beta," Lan Hui remembered. "I mean, is there a possibility that you misinterpret the kindness of helping others as love? You help him so much that you naturally care about him."
"On the contrary," Lan Xi sat up straight, "He misunderstood liking me as being helpful."
"Wait a minute, that's a bit confusing," Lan Hui grabbed a handful of hair, "There's something wrong with what you said. I don't quite understand."
Waiting for Lan Hui to come up with a solution is like waiting for an old computer that has been flooded and frozen to restart on its own.
"Should I continue to talk to him and explain things clearly?" Lan Xi simply asked him directly.
"That's definitely not possible," Lan Hui responded quickly this time. "He's already run away, so it's obvious that he needs time to calm down. If you push him any further, it might all be over."
"So I just let it go?"
"That's not what I meant...Did he submit his resignation?"
Lan Xi was stunned for a moment, then opened her phone to check: "No. He took a few days off."
"That proves he still needs this job," Lan Hui analyzed. "Wait for him to come back, and everything will continue as usual. Maintain a working relationship first."
Lan Xi remained silent.
"As long as he's still your personal assistant, he'll be by your side. Just get him settled down first and talk to him later."
"As if nothing happened?"
Lan Hui snapped his fingers: "That's right."
He rarely had the opportunity to give Lan Xi advice, and seeing that she was skeptical, he added, "Sister, although you are better than me in other aspects, when it comes to relationships, I am a speedster. Do you understand speedster?"
The persuasiveness of this sentence was obvious, and Lan Xi finally nodded: "Okay."
Maintaining his authority, Lan Hui held his chin in his hand and said, "But I'm really curious about what kind of person you like. Could it be that he appears to be weak and frail, but is actually a warrior in armor? Would he dare to go rock climbing without a rope around his waist?"
"Hold on, when did I ever say I wanted to date an Armored Hero?"
"Your requirements are clearly written down. I want someone who can do anything, just like you," Lan Hui counted on her fingers. "Jiang Sui's circle of friends is full of them right now, waiting for you to like them. By the way, how did you break up with him? He meets the requirements better than Qin Xing."
"When did I say I was looking for a..."
Lan Xi shut up in time.
She actually said that.
Lan Hui patted her shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't worry, you'll be right if you follow my instructions. Come back to me if you have any problems later, and I'll help you get it done!"
*
Liang Qing braved the drizzle as he carried box after box into the elevator. His apartment search went smoothly. He dragged his suitcase and negotiated with a landlord in a neighborhood near Lan Xi's residence. The apartment had just been renovated, with two bedrooms and a living room. Because of the good floor plan and the natural light and ventilation, he expected a high price. Unexpectedly, the landlord was young and easy to talk to, and the rent wasn't too high.
The apartment was sparsely furnished, and the landlord had let him choose his own. It had been raining all day, and Liang Qing had been busy decorating the apartment. He was so tired he collapsed on the sofa, motionless. He decided not to cook tonight and would just make a bowl of instant noodles.
"Ding Dong." The doorbell rang.
He jumped up reflexively and cautiously checked the surveillance screen. It was the landlord outside the door, not a member of the Liang family.
Liang Qing couldn't help but smile. He had just found this house, and it was impossible for anyone to find him at this time.
"Good evening," the landlord walked in carrying two bags of packed vegetables. "Wow, you finished it so quickly?"
"About the furniture..."
The landlord interrupted him: "It's okay, just tell me the total price and I'll call you later. Let's eat first."
"Okay, thank you," Liang Qing helped him take out the lunch box, "Thank you for treating me to dinner so late at night."
"No trouble, I live across the street," the landlord smiled. "I guess you've been busy all day and haven't had time to eat, so you might as well come and take a look at this house. If you have any questions in the future, just come to me."
"good."
Liang Qing nodded in agreement. The landlord looked to be in his early twenties, perhaps still in school. He came from a well-off family and was not short of money. He treated Liang Qing completely as a friend.
"Are you looking for a job or..." the landlord suddenly asked.
"I'm at work and took leave to move." Liang Qing replied immediately.
"Oh, well, don't be nervous," the landlord said, taking a big sip of soup with a spoon. "I'm just asking casually. You look very experienced. You must have been working for several years."
"Well, I'm a personal assistant now," Liang Qing explained, "and my boss lives nearby."
"Is that so?" the landlord nodded thoughtfully. "I see. I'll be leaving now. Take your time eating!"
He picked up his portion of food and pushed the door open. Liang Qing walked him to the door and watched him slip into the opposite side.
Something was not right, but Liang Qing couldn't figure out his purpose.
He mechanically stuffed food into his mouth while staring at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze.
Liang Qing hoped to receive the dismissal notice immediately, so that he could feel better. He kept opening and closing the chat box with Lan Xi, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Other colleagues in the company sent messages to express their concern, but Liang Qing always used the excuse of "not feeling well" to brush it off.
He waited in agony.
The holiday was over, the message list was quiet, and Liang Qing did not receive any notification.
He lived in a daze, often unaware of what he was doing, and wasted a lot of time. However, the landlord across the street would often come to visit him, asking him to eat and take a walk. In just a few days, he had tried every restaurant in the area.
The night before returning to work, Liang Qing couldn't sleep.
He couldn't face Lan Xi. He had said such harsh words, and her confused and sad eyes at that time were like a steel knife piercing his heart. Liang Qing thought, he was not worthy of love, Lan Xi should have discovered it sooner, then fired him and made him disappear far away.
At two o'clock in the morning, Liang Qing re-ironed the clothes he was going to wear, reviewed his schedule and related precautions, checked the various documents to be submitted, and even replayed what he was going to say in his mind.
He curled up in bed, closing his eyes and deceiving himself.
“Ding ding ding.”
The alarm clock rang.
Lan Xi opened her eyes, turned over, and checked her phone. Everything was normal. She washed up and did her morning exercises as usual. At a certain time, the doorbell rang on time.
Her eyes lit up, then she suppressed her surprised expression and walked to the entrance and opened the door.
Liang Qing was outside the door. He looked no different from usual, but he looked more haggard, with some dark circles under his eyes that had not been covered up.
He hadn't been busy these past few days. He'd gone for a walk and eaten on time, but he still didn't look well. Lan Xi suppressed the urge to ask him, turned back into the house, and continued running on the treadmill.
The only sound in the huge living room was the TV drama. Liang Qing changed his shoes and walked in, avoiding Lan Xi's direction with his eyes, and put on an apron to make breakfast.
During the meal, Lan Xi didn't ask him to sit next to her. She was flipping through her phone and didn't pay any attention to him.
Liang Qing sat down diagonally opposite her and ate quietly.
It seemed like he had overthought. He had thought Lan Xi would be angry and disgusted, but she acted so calmly, and all the previous things were over. If it could continue like this, it would be great, he thought, maintaining a distance from her, not too far, not too close, and staying by her side, this was his original intention.
"Your suggestion is not bad."
Lan Xi spoke to Lan Hui on the phone.
Since Liang Qing wanted to escape, she would escape with him, deceive herself together, and boil the frog in warm water. As long as she could keep him by her side, it would be fine.
Lan Hui replied immediately: "What's right or wrong? I found something and I'll meet you tonight to talk about it."
Lan Xi's eyes grew cold. It was easy for them to investigate someone's background, but she had never done so before. She was so flustered that day that she forgot to warn Lan Hui not to investigate Liang Qing.
"Tell me a place," she replied quickly.
*
The relationship returned to what it was before, the only bad thing was that Lan Xi still liked to stand him up on dates. This time she left without even informing him. With the help of Secretary Wen, Liang Qing finally determined Lan Xi's location.
It was a club. Liang Qing walked in, flanked by waiters. The shop was large and the decor was extraordinarily luxurious. The further he walked in, the more uneasy he felt. The sweet omega at the front desk gave him directions after he introduced Lan Xi's name: "Miss Lan is on the second basement floor."
Liang Qing walked out of the elevator. He felt a little relieved when he heard the faint sounds of music and cheers at the end of a dark red corridor. He was actually afraid that the second basement floor might be the scene of something like that. If he went there without saying anything, it would seem like... catching someone in an affair.
He was startled by the words that popped into his mind and coughed twice to interrupt his inappropriate thoughts. He simply didn't have the identity to match it.
The view at the end of the corridor suddenly opened up, and the cheering crowd almost blocked the way. In the center, the spotlight was flashing, and two shirtless alphas were fighting in the boxing ring.
It turned out to be an underground boxing ring.
Liang Qing felt embarrassed about his previous thoughts.
He raised his eyes and looked for Lan Xi in the high box. To his surprise, Lan Hui was there too, with his head hung down and applying ice to his face, as if he had just been in a fight.
The pampered young master actually likes to fight in person.
He walked around the crowd and came to Lan Xi: "Boss Lan."
"Liang Qing!!!"
Lan Hui was extremely surprised. Lan Xi glared at him and he moved his chair dejectedly and continued to apply ice.
"You can find this place because your secretary is helping you," Lan Xi's eyes fell on the boxing ring, and she didn't look at him from beginning to end. "I won't keep the appointment tonight, so you don't need to persuade me. Besides, you can leave work now, go home."
Liang Qing stood beside her silently without saying a word.
His task was not only to arrange Lan Xi's schedule and appointments, but also to take care of her daily life and record her behavior. He had always listened to Lan Xi's words, but it was always ineffective, and Liang Qing also had to deal with the chairman.
The fight on the field was violent and bloody, and the betting spectators were cheering wildly. Liang Qing didn't like this kind of scene. He took a quick look and then looked away, concentrating on observing Lan Xi. She was watching intently, perhaps she was also one of the betting spectators.
After a match, a scantily clad omega came on stage to celebrate with the winner. The male omega wore rabbit ears and a tail, barely covered by a pair of thin shorts. He blew kisses to everyone, his white skin dazzling. Liang Qing's eyes widened, thinking that something was wrong with this place. His intuition was right.
The bunny-eared omega didn't leave after leaving the stage. He walked through the crowd staring at him and walked towards this side step by step. Liang Qing had no reason to think that he would come to find Lan Xi. This idea had no basis, but he believed it firmly.
Sure enough, he came to Lan Xi and asked, "Miss Lan, are you having fun?"
He held the glass to his chest and filled it for her.
Lan Xi turned her head and looked at Lan Hui with a questioning look. The latter buried his head and pretended to be dead.
Lan Hui thought that this time he was probably really going to be beaten to death.
He shouldn't have acted on his own...
Half an hour ago.
Several snow-white pages of information were spread out on the table. Lan Hui crossed his legs smugly, waiting for Lan Xi to come over and give her a look of shock. As Lan Xi's figure appeared around the corner, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of paper and stood up: "Sister, look...ah, ah!"
Lan Xi punched him in the face: "Did I ever allow you to investigate him?"
Lan Hui was practically stunned by the blow, falling backwards onto the sofa. He quickly raised his profile page and yelled, "Don't hit me yet! He's sick!"
She snatched it up and unfolded it. It was a report from last year, a case of severe depression, with Liang Qing's name listed in the patient column. Scattered across the table were a few pages summarizing Liang Qing's life from birth to the present. Lan Xi read through them in silence, suddenly remembering the night she'd transformed into a Siamese cat.
That night, someone banged on the door, and she kept urging Liang Qing to call the police. He initially wanted to open the door, but then changed his mind and sat on the sofa until dawn.
She thought again of the so-called "friend" who made Liang Qing smell like cigarettes.
In fact, that person was his half-brother Liang Fei.
When Liang Qing's family's factory was under his parents' control, it was doing well. Back then, Liang Qing wore ill-fitting clothes and worked part-time in a restaurant to make a living. Now Liang Fei is addicted to gambling, and the factory is in decline. Liang Qing has deposited her savings into his account.
"..." Lan Hui said nothing, holding an ice cube and applying it to his wound. Things were completely different from what he had imagined. In his plan, his sister should have broken up with Liang Qing after reading the information, and lost interest in him. At this time, the male omega he had arranged should come on stage to comfort her.
Now the male omega came on stage on time, but Liang Qing also came, and Lan Xi had a complicated expression, and it seemed that she was thinking about slicing him and making soup.
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