Although they hadn't known each other for long, Yan Qiao understood Xi Luo.
He had absolutely no romantic feelings for himself.
At most, it's just something to admire.
The reason for saying this is probably a belated rebellious phase after adulthood.
He respected Master Pei greatly, but disliked being constrained and pursued so-called freedom.
To put it bluntly, it's about wanting to take control of one's own life.
From these words, Yan Qiao could roughly deduce Third Master Pei's attitude.
He didn't want to get close to Shiloh, probably because he looked down on his status.
However, Yan Qiao could understand. During the time when her engagement with Shen Zhou was still in effect, everyone was not optimistic about it.
They thought she was unworthy of Chen Zhou, let alone Xi Luo.
A moment later, Shiloh came down.
Like a defeated rooster, looking dejected.
Yan Qiao chuckled, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you got beaten up by your third uncle."
Shiloh slumped into the booth, looking up at the crystal chandelier.
"My third uncle's offensive power does not lie in his physical attacks."
"oh?"
Xi Luo imitated Pei Jingzhan's naturally aloof sitting posture, and then put on an arrogant and mocking expression.
"Just look at that expression. Even if my third uncle doesn't say anything, just staring at you like that would make you angry."
Pei Jingzhan was usually a man of few words, but his subtle mockery seemed to say: I love how you can't stand me but can't do anything about it.
Just like before, Xi Luo made some grand pronouncements, to which Pei Jingzhan responded with only one word.
"Oh."
No one could understand his frustration!
Yan Qiao suppressed a laugh and patted his shoulder.
"It's probably because older men like this."
Xi Luo touched his nose. "He's not that old."
Pei Jingzhan is the old man's youngest son, and he will be thirty this year after his birthday.
But he was mature beyond his years, and you couldn't tell his actual age.
In Shiloh's memory, he already looked like this when he was twenty years old.
"But my third uncle always says that only marriages between equals can last."
Yan Qiao agreed wholeheartedly, "That's right. Love is something that makes you love each other to death in the moment of passion, but when the passion fades, you're tormented to death by each other."
However, if it is a marriage between equals, there are many aspects to consider if they separate.
A stable marital relationship can be maintained as long as interests are balanced.
"I'm not going to say anything more, I have to go home."
Shiloh: So early?
"Sorry, I go to bed early."
Yan Qiao adheres to the principle of going to bed early and waking up early, going to bed before 11 p.m. and waking up before 8 a.m.
"Please say hello to Chacha and Qi-ge for me. I'm leaving now."
Xi Luo waved to the manager, asking him to arrange a car to take Yan Qiao home.
"Give me a call when you arrive."
Yan Qiao waved her hand, "I know."
...
The next day, Yan Qiao woke up at 7:30, just like her usual biological clock.
After finishing my run around 8 a.m., I washed up, changed my clothes, tidied myself up, and took the trash downstairs for breakfast.
I just stepped out of the elevator and unexpectedly ran into Yan Yaoyao here.
She raised an eyebrow in surprise, not intending to greet her.
Yan Yaoyao walked straight over, smiling mockingly, "Yan Qiao, how did you end up like this?"
She's coming here today because Yan Shu invited her to meet him.
Having already lived in a large apartment in Zixingyuan, she had no interest in the houses in Courtyard No. 5.
Most of them are small two-bedroom apartments of fifty or sixty square meters, which look depressing.
Upon seeing Yan Qiao living here, she felt refreshed and extremely comfortable.
"How badly have you fared?"
Yan Yaoyao clicked her tongue, "Living in a place like this? Isn't your family very rich?"
Yan Qiao scoffed, "Whether I'm rich or poor, I earn my living with my own hands. What's shameful about that? But you, did you buy that Zixing Garden plot yourself?"
She speaks quite loudly, especially since it's peak elevator usage time in the morning.
Many people who came out heard their conversation, and their gazes toward Yan Yaoyao became unfriendly.
What does "this kind of place" mean? What's wrong with this place?
The houses in Courtyard No. 5 are small, but in Yancheng, the prices aren't cheap.
"These young girls nowadays have such big mouths."
"She can rely on herself or her parents, but she insists on relying on a man and even said such a thing."
"Why bother getting angry with her? We're not the same kind of people."
Yan scoffed and slowly carried the trash away.
After throwing away the trash, she went to the neighborhood supermarket and bought some vegetables for the refrigerator.
The supermarket in our neighborhood gets its goods in the morning, and everything is very fresh.
After buying the items, she carried the two bags back home.
She lives on a relatively high floor, the 22nd floor, while the highest floor in the complex is only 28.
The elevator stopped and started moving, and finally arrived at the 22nd floor, where she stepped out.
Just as I reached my front door, I heard a short scream, and something fell down.
Yan Qiao gripped the key tightly; the sound came from the stairwell.
She loosened the two bags that were binding her fingers and walked towards the stairwell.
Then they heard Yan Yaoyao's panicked voice: "What should we do, what should we do..."
As soon as Yan Qiao opened the door to the stairwell, she only caught a glimpse of Yan Yaoyao's hem flashing by.
She looked down and saw Yan Yaoyao rushing downstairs in a great hurry.
She was puzzled, then her pupils contracted as she saw the woman lying in a small pool of blood.
It's Yan Yaoyao's mother, Yan Shu!
Yan Qiao jumped down in a few steps, but quickly remembered the commotion earlier, so it was Yan Shu who fell.
"Aunt Yan! Aunt Yan!"
Yan Shu reacted slightly, but very weakly.
Yan Qiao immediately dialed 120 and then called the property manager, asking him to find a doctor from the community hospital to come and provide emergency care.
She had nothing on her hands and dared not easily touch Yan Shu, for fear of causing further harm.
"You beast!" These words were directed at Yan Yaoyao.
Her mother had an accident, and she just ran away like that.
Fortunately, the property manager arrived quickly with the community doctor.
They carried Yan Shu down, and Yan Qiao, as someone in the know, naturally followed.
When they got downstairs, the ambulance arrived at the door, and Yan Qiao temporarily took on the role of a family member and followed it.
As Yan Shu was wheeled into the operating room, Yan Qiao looked bewildered, unsure of who to contact.
Finally, she picked up her phone to contact Song Yinsheng, almost forgetting that she still had Song Yinsheng's contact information.
Yan Qiao didn't know how long she had been waiting; the operating room lights remained on the whole time.
Then, Song Yinsheng arrived.
Song Yinsheng, a university teacher, always dressed impeccably, but now he looked quite disheveled.
He probably tripped and fell; his suit pants were torn.
"Yan Qiao, where is my lover?"
Yan Qiao said, "They're still inside."
Song Yinsheng's expression was grave. "Please tell me what happened."
Yan Qiao only mentioned Yan Shu's injury to him on the phone, without explaining the specific details of what happened.
Looking at his gloomy face, Yan Qiao felt a little uneasy, especially when Yan Yaoyao was mentioned, Song Yinsheng became even more furious.
"You beast!" he roared.
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