Chapter 11 "I'm quitting after this job!"
Biezhi waited for an hour.
To be precise, he waited with Jing Qing for an hour.
Waiting is a common occurrence for them; they can sometimes wait for two or three days by simply waiting for something to happen. However, waiting for Ji Ran is ultimately a private matter and has nothing to do with Senior Brother Jing Qing. Bie Zhi tried to persuade him to wait two or three times, but Jing Qing refused each time.
Jing Qing seemed to be just as he said, having nothing to do after returning to the capital. He just sat in the shop, sometimes chatting with Biezhi, sometimes looking around the Five Flavors Shop.
"The waiters seem to know you quite well too," Jing Qing said thoughtfully, glancing at the occasional glances that were being cast in their direction.
"Hmm." Biezhi nodded, glanced back at the main gate, but still didn't see Jiran. She said, "I've been here quite a few times, and over time I've gotten to know them all. Occasionally when I come here and Jiran isn't there, I'll chat with them for a bit."
Jing Qing raised an eyebrow: "Why don't I see you chatting with your senior brothers and sisters?"
Biezhi fell silent for a moment.
To be honest, when she finally had some free time, she didn't want to step into Xianyun Tower at all; she always felt uncomfortable once she went in.
She pouted and muttered, "I don't want to go back to the building all the time."
I don't want to go looking for trouble.
Jing Qing chuckled: "You are—"
When she suddenly heard a soft footstep, Biezhi turned around and looked at the main gate. She didn't notice what her senior brother was saying at all. Her eyes fell on the tall and handsome figure of the man. She smiled and raised her hand high to wave at Jiran.
Ji Ran seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his gaze, which had been meeting hers, shifted slightly to the man behind her.
Following his gaze, Biezhi glanced back at her senior brother, then remembered something and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, please sit here and wait a moment, I'll go over there."
“You—” Jing Qing’s lips parted slightly, but he did not stop her from her impetuous manner.
Biezhi ran forward and saw that Jiran's gaze was still on her senior brother. She raised her hand and waved it in front of him, thinking about how to gesture so that he could understand. However, she couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. She lowered her eyes helplessly and sighed slightly.
The man's long, slender fingers grasped the hem of his sleeve and gave it a very light tug.
In that instant, Biezhi's eyelashes trembled.
She lifted her eyes to look at Ji Ran, and saw him shaking his head slightly, gesturing with his hand, asking himself how long he had been waiting.
“One hour.” Biezhi made a one gesture, staring intently at him. She saw a slight surprise flash in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected her to wait so long. She waved her hand and said, “It’s alright. I’m free anyway, so I came here to sit for a while.”
Biezhi paused, turned around and looked at her senior brother who had gotten up and was walking over. She pointed at him and then at Jiran herself, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "Senior brother came here with me. You two met last night, didn't you forget?"
accompany?
The dark glint in Fu Huaiqing's pupils was fleeting, impossible to detect. He smiled coldly to himself, but showed no sign of it on his face. His gaze passed over the figure on another branch and fell on the man who was walking slowly towards him, without missing the possessive look in the depths of his eyes.
To possess other branches.
As the manager of Xianyun Tower, Fu Huaiqing knew that the two had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. On the day Biezhi came to Wuwei Shop, the booklet on his desk clearly stated that Jingqing seemed to have feelings for Biezhi, but he had to hold back because Biezhi had no feelings for him.
However, that happened two years ago.
Two years have passed with great changes, and who knows if other branches might have other ideas.
Just like how even if a woman thinks Ji Ran is handsome, she might still admire other men.
For example, just now...
As Fu Huaiqing stepped down from the carriage, he clearly noticed Dao Chi's blatant and direct scrutiny. Her gaze followed his figure up and down, and her slightly raised eyebrows revealed her satisfaction.
Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept by. Bie Zhi looked around warily, but saw nothing amiss, nor did he see anyone who seemed suspicious.
However, her gaze was too direct, and even Ji Ran raised his hand and waved it in front of her, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
In an instant, Biezhi came to her senses and shook her head.
She looked at Jing Qing, who had walked to her side, and without forgetting what she had come for, she bent down and effortlessly lifted the basket next to Ji Ran's legs, saying, "He and I will carry the things inside first, and we will have to trouble you to wait a while, senior brother."
Ji Ran also bent down and picked up another basket.
Jing Qing frowned slightly and reached out to Bie Zhi: "I'll do it for you."
"No need," Bie Zhi dodged and laughed, "Senior brother knows I'm strong."
After saying that, she picked up the basket and walked towards the backyard.
Fu Huaiqing glanced at Jing Qing, whose expression was slightly tense, then smiled and followed Bie Zhi's steps.
The gloom that had enveloped the city quietly dissipated, revealing a sliver of light.
Jing Qing turned to the side and looked at the two figures walking in one after the other. The coldness in his eyes darkened a bit, and a hint of killing intent was faintly revealed.
Wang Chuan, who was calling out to the waiter, glanced at the silent man out of the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth, which had been raised, slowly turned down. He looked at the people in the shop, and everyone clearly sensed that something was wrong. They seemed to be busy with their own things, but in fact, their attention was completely focused on the man.
Jing Qing breathed a sigh of relief and followed the two.
Wang Chuan watched his departing figure, then gave a look to the waiter carrying tea, signaling him to follow him to the backyard to investigate.
Bie Zhi skillfully placed the baskets down, straightened up, patted the dust off his hands, and looked back at Ji Ran, who was carrying the baskets in.
The kitchen storage room wasn't particularly small, but after he walked in, it suddenly felt a bit cramped, as if he couldn't move around much.
Fu Huaiqing blocked the doorway, also blocking the view of the others.
Biezhi tilted her head back. "Hmm?"
Fu Huaiqing remained silent, pretending not to hear, and put down the basket in his hand.
Biezhi was already used to him not replying, or rather, not understanding or hearing her expressions, and didn't feel that anything was wrong.
Her eyes swept around, and she found a suitable bamboo pole. Just like before, she drew a circle and looked up to see if he could understand it. In the past, when she had to go on a mission, she would come to him and draw a circle first, without caring about anything else.
Over time, this became an unwritten rule between them, signifying that she was about to go out.
Fu Huaiqing certainly wouldn't pretend not to understand this time. He nodded slightly to show that he understood her meaning and made a gesture wishing her a safe journey.
He had made this gesture many times, and Biezhi understood it. "I won't leave the capital this time, but I might come here less often."
After all, for the next three months, she would no longer be Biezhi herself, but rather a new identity given to her by the building.
Fu Huaiqing looked at her, feigning ignorance.
Biezhi didn't intend to explain further, but the thought of receiving ten thousand taels after this mission filled her with immense joy, and she couldn't help but say, "I'm done after this job!"
In an instant, Fu Huaiqing paused slightly as he played with the garlic cloves on the door frame used to ward off evil spirits. He lowered his eyelids and looked at the girl whose expression was shimmering with a different kind of light, his eyes changing slightly.
What does it mean to quit after finishing this job?
Biezhi noticed the suspicion in the man's deep, clear eyes and assumed that he was confused because he didn't understand what she was saying. She didn't take it to heart and muttered to herself, "Ten thousand taels of silver is enough to ensure that I will have no worries about food and clothing in the future, so I have no other pursuits."
"There are only four months left with the contract with the building." She counted on her fingers, nodding thoughtfully. "Xu Wenche's matter will take three months, and then there will only be one month left. One month is more than enough to plan for the rest of the time."
Upon hearing this, Fu Huaiqing's eyes narrowed slightly.
Ha, trying to run away?
Thinking this way, Biezhi felt increasingly relaxed. Even her most annoying master seemed much more agreeable now. She stretched and, unusually, praised Jiran in front of him: "Although Master is a man of many ideas, he is truly decisive and quick to pay money. He is a rare find."
“But,” Bessa’s tone shifted again, and she clicked her tongue, muttering, “I certainly won’t work for him for the rest of my life.”
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
If he could, he really wanted to ask why.
Why can't they work under me for life? Is it because he doesn't pay them enough, or because he's incredibly cruel?
Or just knock open her head and see what she's thinking.
But before he could ask, Biezhi quickly gave him the answer: "An old man who is unmarried and has never been heard of having a sweetheart, I'm afraid that as he gets older, the gossip will increase and cause his personality to change drastically. I have to run away first."
Three times in total.
In less than a day, he was called an old man three times.
Fu Huaiqing's expression changed several times. He closed his eyes slightly, telling himself that she didn't do it on purpose.
But if she really didn't do it on purpose, why would she have called out three times!
Fu Huaiqing opened his eyes and looked at Biezhi, who was talking incessantly with her back to him. His breathing became heavier. He really wanted to speak up, give her a good scare, and then ask her properly where she could tell that the master of Xianyun Tower was an old man.
Present the evidence clearly and tell him one by one.
Jiang Yue and Cheng Jin, who were waiting outside the courtyard, exchanged a glance. Cheng Jin's eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at his colleague who had not yet set off, and frowned in confusion.
Jiang Yue looked at him, puzzled, and silently asked, "What are you doing?"
"If you don't find an empty cell soon, you'll be in trouble," Cheng Jin kindly reminded him.
Jiang Yue: "...?"
If he goes to find an empty cell, he'll be the one who suffers. The one who gets locked up will be himself, not anyone else.
“If the master is truly displeased, he will take matters into his own hands,” Jiang Yue whispered.
Just like last night, when the prince couldn't hold back, he took matters into his own hands, without them having to lift a finger. Or to put it another way, "The prince can take action against Biezhi, but if you or I do, it won't be her who gets locked up; it will be the two of us."
Cheng Jin: "Huh?"
Jiang Yue glanced helplessly at his friend, who had been devoted to the prince since childhood and could not think of anything else, and patted him on the shoulder, "Listen to me, you can't go wrong."
Cheng Jin thought for a moment and seemed to understand what he meant.
Given the prince's temperament, his mind is rarely swayed by others, but right now... it seems that whatever Biezhi says, the prince's thoughts follow.
It's simply a spectacle.
"Hehe." Biezhi suddenly chuckled.
The anger that had welled up in Fu Huaiqing's heart was dispelled by her slightly silly laughter, and he looked at the girl who was laughing exceptionally brightly.
Before long, she said, "When I have money, I'll find a handsome young man." As she spoke, she seemed to think of something, and the smile on her pretty face deepened, even showing a rare shyness. She played with her scallion-like fingers, rolling them up several times. "If one doesn't work, I'll find two. If two don't work, I'll find three. There's bound to be one that works."
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