Qi Yaoting simply abandoned all responsibility and let Qi Meiting do whatever she wanted, since it was none of his business anyway.
Qi Meiting, however, was rebellious and refused to listen to advice, going to Yan Qiao's house in person to settle accounts.
To her utter astonishment, when she saw who opened the door, she was utterly shoved from head to toe.
"three……"
Pei Jingzhan lowered his brows. "I am the only son in my family, not the third son."
Qi Meiting was taken aback, which meant that Yan Qiao had no idea about his identity.
She understood perfectly. If she had known, how could Third Master Pei have worked as a cameraman and received three thousand in wages...
"Mr. Pei, was it you who made the remarks about my teacher?"
Pei Jingzhan said calmly, "Who are you?"
Qi Meiting's face flushed red. "I am a daughter of the Qi family."
Pei Jingzhan looked impatient. "Which Qi family?"
If he were in a different place or in a different capacity, he would never have the patience to speak like that.
Qi Meiting suppressed her embarrassment and said, "The Qi family of Honghao Capital, my father is Qi Shengwen. I met you before with my father."
Qi Shengwen only has one daughter, and he attaches great importance to her marriage, hoping to find a good in-law.
After much deliberation, he decided to rely on the powerful Pei family.
Qi Meiting was more than willing, but when she walked in front of Pei Jingzhan, he didn't even give her a second glance.
Now he can't even remember who she is.
Pei Jingzhan asked, "What is it?"
Qi Meiting, unwilling to give up, asked again: "Sir, my teacher is Lian Yunchang. Did you issue the order regarding his matter?"
Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "Are you questioning me?"
Qi Meiting was startled and dared not meet his gaze. She forced herself to say, "I wouldn't dare, I was just asking out of curiosity."
Pei Jingzhan ignored her and reached out to close the door.
He was stopped by Qi Meiting as soon as he made a move.
“Mr. Pei, I am here as a staff member of Yancheng Museum to see Yan Qiao.”
The thought that the man she had always dreamed of was now subservient to Yan Qiao filled her with intense resentment.
If he was looking for Yan Qiao, he had no reason to keep her out of the room.
"Close the door."
He turned and went into the house, and Qi Meiting stared at his back.
Even in this dilapidated house, even while wearing slippers, this man still maintained a dignified demeanor.
I don't know why he's here.
Qi Meiting took a deep breath, composed herself, and followed him inside.
"Miss Yan Qiao, I am a staff member of Yancheng Museum. This is my business card."
Qi Meiting arrived at the wrong time; they were having dinner.
Pei Jingzhan remained seated, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.
Yan Qiao glanced at him, then at Qi Meiting, wondering whether she should invite them over for dinner.
Before he could even speak, Pei Jingzhan said calmly, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat."
Yan Qiao glanced at Qi Meiting, "Miss Qi, would you like to...?"
Qi Meiting was secretly delighted. If she could have a meal with Master Pei face to face, she would be satisfied with her life.
Before she could answer, Pei Jingzhan said, "She has already eaten."
Yan Qiao: "...How do you know she's eaten? Do you two know each other? What's your relationship? How do you know so much about her eating?"
This damn possessiveness is palpable.
Pei Jingzhan smiled, clearly in a good mood.
"Yan Qiao, this is basic courtesy when greeting someone."
Isn't the standard greeting for Chinese people "Have you eaten?"?
Yan Qiao gave an "oh" and puffed out her cheeks.
It was rather unusual for him to utter such a standard greeting.
She instantly lost the idea of inviting Qi Meiting to dinner and asked, "Miss Qi, is there something you need?"
Qi Meiting didn't want to miss this opportunity, so she shamelessly said, "Although I've eaten, I'm not full. I can eat some more."
Yan Qiao gave an "oh" and gestured towards the door.
"Turn left after you go out, there's a hole-in-the-wall restaurant there, you can go eat there later."
Qi Meiting: "..." Why isn't this going according to plan?
She gave an awkward smile. "In that case, I'll get straight to the point."
Yan Qiao stopped looking at her and lowered her head to eat. Only then did she realize that the food in her bowl was almost overflowing, and her mood finally improved a bit.
She glanced at the man sitting opposite her and thought, "Tsk, attracting attention."
The two of them were sitting, while Qi Meiting was standing; it was easy to see the interaction of their gazes.
A pang of sadness welled up inside her, and she got to the point: "I heard that Miss Yan Qiao has a batch of antique furniture made of huanghuali wood."
Yan Qiao nodded casually, "Yes."
Qi Meiting said, "Yancheng Museum recently launched an event to encourage philanthropists at home and abroad to donate huanghuali wood furniture. We will assist everyone in repairing and protecting these antique furniture pieces so that more people can see our historical treasures!"
Yan Qiao understood; so they had come to ask her for something.
When Grandpa Song advised her to donate, she didn't feel any aversion at all.
But donating voluntarily and having someone come to your door asking for it are two different things.
Yan Qiao has a rebellious streak and really enjoys making things difficult for others.
Since neither she nor Pei Jingzhan spoke, Qi Meiting felt awkward, her toes curled up, and her scalp tingled.
Then, raising his voice, he said, "Our museum is very willing to accept the antique furniture from Ms. Yan Qiao, and we hope that you can cooperate with us to make your own contribution to the protection of cultural relics. Your name will be recorded in our museum, and every piece of antique furniture exhibited will be signed with your name."
This was such a peculiar way of speaking that Yan Qiao couldn't help but laugh.
"Miss Qi, this was originally mine. How did it end up in your mouth, with my name on it, and I'm supposed to be grateful? This is the first time I've seen someone ask for something from another person so brazenly. Are you trying to live off someone else?"
Qi Meiting's expression changed slightly. "Protecting national cultural relics is everyone's responsibility. These antique rosewood furniture pieces are not receiving the best protection and restoration in your hands. Donating them to a museum will allow them to still bear your name and be exhibited. What's wrong with that? We don't want to take your things for ourselves; we want to protect them!"
Yan Qiao put down her chopsticks, having lost her appetite.
Pei Jingzhan asked, "Are you full?"
Yan Qiao was disheartened. "I feel a bit nauseous."
Pei Jingzhan glanced at Qi Meiting out of the corner of his eye, "Indeed."
He got up to clear the dishes, and Qi Meiting's expression changed drastically. She reached out to stop him.
"How could you do such a thing, sir?"
Yan Qiao looked at the outstretched hand, grabbed the chopsticks, and shoved them into the hand.
"If he can't do it, then Miss Qi can do it."
Qi Meiting: "..."
Pei Jingzhan put down the leftover food and sat down, slowly wiping his hands.
"Miss Qi, you are too kind. We would be impolite to refuse your hospitality."
Qi Meiting looked at her dirty hands, her face dark, and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, taking them to the kitchen.
Yan Qiao craned her neck to take a look. "Since Miss Qi is so virtuous, why don't you wash the dishes for me? The housekeeper is taking the day off tomorrow, so no one will wash them. Pei Bingjun, don't you think Miss Qi is quite virtuous?"
Pei Jingzhan chuckled lightly, and under Yan Qiao's threatening gaze, he curled the corner of his lips.
"Yes, virtuous."
No matter how much Yan Qiao said, it couldn't compare to those few words.
Qi Meiting was as energetic as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She not only washed the dishes and chopsticks, but also cleaned up the kitchen.
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