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After dinner, Qi Yu and Qi Shuyao returned to the living room and sat on the sofa.
The semi-circular sofa she brought back from abroad surrounded a small round coffee table in the middle. He sat on this side, and she sat opposite him. He was holding the documents that Zhou Cheng had just brought in, and she was holding her phone.
As July arrived, Jingyang became incredibly hot. Even with a cooling mat on the soft sofa, it felt like being surrounded by fire. Qi Shuyao kept shifting her position, her fingers swiping randomly across the screen, but she didn't open any apps.
Qi Yu hadn't turned a page in a long time. He would look up from time to time, his gaze drifting around her, but never landing directly on her. The man didn't believe that his gaze hadn't attracted the girl's attention, but she just wouldn't look up, and even had a serious expression on her face.
Qi Yu shook his head and chuckled softly, as if mocking his own naiveté. He turned to look outside and saw a lush green meadow that soothed his mood. The sky was clear and blue. The newborn lambs raised by the workers, still unsteady on their feet, wobbled over and sat down on the grass to eat their buffet. Their eyes were squinted, as if they were smiling.
"It's so relaxed."
Qi Shuyao sighed behind him. Qi Yu turned around when he heard her voice, but she quickly lowered her head again.
Qi Yu didn't know when it started, but he found that he could no longer fully understand his little girl's thoughts. Her bright eyes were always darting around, and she was always coming up with clever ideas and little thoughts. But she was no longer the little girl who always wanted to stick by his side.
Children will eventually grow up and fly away on their own, so why is he unwilling to let go?
The man looked down at the scars on his palm. Many had long since healed and were hidden in the regrowth of flesh, but the sensation left by the little finger gently tracing his broken skin, and the eye that was staring at him with all its heart, were etched in his memory and would never be forgotten.
"Yaoyao, there's a private cocktail party the day after tomorrow afternoon with the entrepreneurs who're coming up for a meeting. Do you want to go?"
"Sure, but I don't have a suitable dress at home."
"Let Butler Lu go to the store and bring back a set. There's no need to be too formal for this kind of occasion."
"good."
The soft, rising tone of her voice tickled Qi Yu's heart like a little hook. After going through so much trouble, he finally got a positive answer. It was as if everything was the same as before; she was still the clingy baby who was willing to follow him everywhere.
He finally let out the breath he had been holding in, stood up with a sense of relief, walked around to Qi Shuyao, and reached out to pat her head.
The soft hair was still as soft and delicate as before, but no matter how you folded or curled it, it would immediately spring back into a straight line when you let go.
His fingers lingered on her head for too long, and the little girl finally looked up at him, her eyes indifferent, devoid of the adoration she once had.
She asked him with her eyes what was wrong, raising one eyebrow slightly, which also caused the corner of her eye to lift slightly, just like his.
"Hair has grown."
"Oh, it's been a long time since I cut it. I want to let it grow a bit longer."
She shook her head like a kitten, her ears flying off, and the ends of her hair swaying in an arc, like a fluffy little mushroom. His hand was naturally pulled away from the top of her head, naturally yet distantly.
Qi Yu's heart, which had just been at ease, was once again crumpled up.
The housekeeper brought back a light blue long dress with a large bow at the waist, which was very suitable for a young girl. Han Ma also braided her hair into a princess hairstyle, with all the long hair flowing down her back, covering her tall and beautiful back. When she turned her head, her two prominent butterfly bones would peek out from her hair, half-covering her face, which always made people have all sorts of fantasies.
With her waist cinched, bending over became difficult, so the maid knelt down to help her put on her high heels. The girl, already over 1.7 meters tall, suddenly seemed to have grown even taller, requiring Han Ma to crane her neck to see her. But at that moment, Han Ma was adjusting the wrinkles in her skirt, her face full of pride.
"Our young lady is so beautiful that even a fairy would be captivated by her. She mustn't be fooled by sweet-talking men when she goes out. Those scoundrels only know how to sweet-talk people and don't do anything practical."
"That's right. That guy surnamed Bei from last time, although he was quite attentive and ran around doing things for us, he was too scheming. He made it sound like our young lady was going to marry him."
The one who spoke was Sister Xiaolan, someone who had been by her side for many years. She often said that if it were according to the calculations of wealthy families in ancient times, she would definitely be a head maid, managing most of the servants in the household. Qi Shuyao told her not to say that, that this wasn't ancient times, but Xiaolan raised her big almond-shaped eyes, revealing a shrewdness that didn't match her baby face.
"Miss, you don't understand. It's called modern, but it's more feudal than ancient times."
Qi Shuyao used to fantasize about being the pampered youngest daughter of a wealthy family, surrounded by close friends. She imagined herself in a large courtyard frequented by handsome and talented young men who might accidentally bump into her under a blooming peach tree. One of them would say, "Miss, you are so beautiful," and she would shyly cover her face and run away. A few days later, a marriage proposal would suddenly arrive. The matchmaker would strike up her signature pose and smile, saying, "Our young master wishes to marry Miss..."
My thoughts wandered far away without me realizing it, and vivid fantasies from my childhood returned to my mind. The shame I felt was indescribable, and even though no one else knew about them, recalling them still made my face burn with embarrassment.
She snapped out of her painful memories, and suddenly Qi Yu's face appeared before her eyes. He seemed very curious about her shameful and indignant expression, his gaze searching.
Her heart, which had just been filled with girlish thoughts, was pounding wildly again. She stumbled and took a step back, bumping into Han's mother, who was bending down to straighten her skirt. Both of them hurriedly steadied each other, swaying together.
Qi Yu reached out and took Han Ma's arm, also putting his arm around her waist. After she put on her high heels, her lips touched his collarbone. The impact caused her to fall into his arms, leaving a crooked lip print on his shirt with her lipstick-covered lips.
Qi Shuyao had just regained her footing when she frantically escaped from his arms. Only after creating some distance did she realize the "masterpiece" she had left behind. She hurriedly reached out to wipe it away. In just five seconds, she struggled for more than a dozen moments on the spot, standing at the door of the walk-in closet, which was shrouded in the cold air of the air conditioner, and managed to break out in a sweat.
However, when she touched the man's collar, there were obvious beads of sweat, which felt burning hot on her fingertips.
There was no communication between the father and daughter, and the atmosphere was extremely strange. Han's mother wanted to say something, but Xiao Lan pulled her away quickly. As soon as they left, a gust of cold air blew out from the blocked vent, hitting Qi Shuyao's bare shoulders.
Before she could react and shiver, Qi Yu gently turned to the side of the vent to block the cold wind. The light was shining from that direction, illuminating his back, making him look like a young master who had suddenly entered her peach grove, walking towards the light.
Qi Yu watched as the girl in front of him parted her lips slightly, but before she could utter a single syllable, she closed them again, and there was no further movement.
"What do you want to say?"
The man stretched out his arm and braced it against the door frame of the dressing room, placing it next to Qi Shuyao's ear to block her from entering. At the same time, he leaned down to look her in the eye.
The girl had nowhere to run. Her eyes darted around a few times before cautiously landing on his face. She spoke in a very soft voice.
"I wanted to say, why are you all sweaty?"
"I just came back from the back mountain, the sun was too strong."
"Oh." It was another very soft sound.
"Why not just ask?"
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