0041 041 Drink my wine today
The so-called upper class has a hierarchical system, in which respectful and humble terms are indispensable. No subordinate would ever call their superior's wife "Madam" or directly address the leader's child by their nickname. Most of them would lower their heads and look at the ground when they spoke, deliberately lowering their status. In short, they would never be like Ji Delu, who leaned back and grinned.
Jiang Shanhe, who was standing to the side, couldn't understand what they were saying. He was so frightened by the scene that his heart was pounding. He cautiously glanced at Qi Yu's expression, afraid that the low table would be overturned in the next second.
Qi Yu's expression remained unchanged. He smiled, folded the photo, placed it beside him, and then looked at Ji Delu.
"Next week."
"Thank you, Secretary Qi."
After leaving the courtyard in Yashui, Qi Yu went to his workplace first. He looked around outside the office but couldn't find Zhou Cheng. He went back to his office and called him.
Where did you go?
"Boss, we just finished settling the plane back for maintenance and are heading to Jingyang now."
"Airplane? What airplane?"
"The helicopter that brought the young lady back..."
Zhou Cheng's call was disconnected, and Qi Yu rushed out of the office and went home as fast as he could. The house was peaceful, with two maids unpacking the luggage they had brought back.
Where is Yao Yao?
"The young lady went back to her room; she said her back was uncomfortable."
Qi Yu went upstairs to the second floor, quietly pushed open the door to Qi Shuyao's bedroom, and walked to the bedside. She was lying on the bed, a hot water bottle on her waist, holding a doll in her arms, and breathing out small, painful breaths. She sensed his presence, turned her head towards him, and looked at him with a mournful face, wanting a hug.
"Dad, my back and stomach hurt so much, and my head hurts too."
"Daddy will rub it for you."
Qi Yu lifted her onto his lap, placing a warm hand on her front and back. Qi Shuyao also slipped inside his clothes, her cheek pressed against his still somewhat cool chest, her hand reaching in to gently tap her nipples. Soft laughter came from inside his clothes, unaware of the momentary hesitation in the hand on her waist.
Damn calm, no questions or doubts, no one cares about anything.
She only spoke slowly after her back felt a little better.
"Who's looking for you? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"The people who developed the area around Henghai."
"Yang family, don't listen to their nonsense, they're all mentally ill."
"Do you know them?"
"I don't know everything, but that guy surnamed Ji is definitely no good. He's a father who exploits his own daughter, and all he cares about is his own interests and future. Look at Ji Shuihan, she's almost thirty and she's still controlled by her parents. She's become so depressed."
"Are you very familiar with her?"
“I met her before when her mother was still working at the gallery. She asked me if I cared what she painted. I said no, how could I care about such things? She looked surprised and lost, and didn’t say anything. Later I found out why her painting style changed so much. It was all at her father’s insistence. He wanted to use her influence to build his brand. What’s the point of inheriting his so-called Yang family culture, that feudal culture? Besides, she’s not suited to painting these things at all. The style and the content don’t match. It’s really sad!”
She suddenly became agitated, scrambling up from Qi Yu's arms, kneeling on the bed, a head taller than him, hands on her hips, looking indignant.
"Moreover, he is not a member of the Yang family at all! He looks down on the Yang family. He just uses these so-called clan tricks to package himself and uses his wife and daughter for marketing. He doesn't care about tradition or heritage. Whether the Yang family is prosperous or not is not attributed to him as a son-in-law. According to the Yang family's traditions, even his wife is no longer a member of the Yang family."
After the initial excitement, her stomach started hurting again. Qi Shuyao, supporting her lower back, leaned back into Qi Yu's arms, whimpering against his abs.
Outside the manor, Zhou Cheng was squatting in a corner, filled with regret. He had been on vacation recently and had become quite absent-minded. When he heard Qi Yu say to quickly send the young lady back, he immediately used a helicopter. He even praised himself for his quick thinking. Henghai New District is located at the northernmost part of Jingyang. It takes three or four hours to drive to Yangcheng. The young lady must be tired. His boss wanted him to send her back as quickly as possible...
He rubbed the documents he had just found in his hand, hesitant to go inside. He seemed to have messed up something, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
Never mind, I'll just send it electronically.
The little head in his arms calmed down, and Qi Yu took her hand, which had slipped down, and placed it back on his chest before opening his phone to check the files Zhou Cheng had sent.
The Yang family's roots have been entrenched for many years, with a history even longer than that of the country itself. They have permeated all levels of society, but their main power is still based in Henghai. Some say that not only would the leg of a mosquito flying out of Henghai District be tattooed with the Yang family emblem, but even the wind passing by would be given the name of the Yang family.
Over the years, under the Lin family's rule, Henghai New District has developed like an independent city. Many matters are directly approved by the district-level units themselves, and most people turn a blind eye. But Qi Yu really didn't expect that they would also be involved with Pei Yuzhou.
But the Yang family is extremely traditional. Once a daughter is married, she is considered part of the family. Some even change their husband's surname and try their best to wash away the Yang family label. He couldn't understand why these two "sons-in-law" who were completely unrelated were as united as a family.
The first few pages of the document list in detail the types, quantities, and pictures of the artifacts excavated from General Yang Lang's tomb. Each artifact is also marked with a string of numbers, mostly seven digits, some eight or even nine digits, and a few six digits interspersed among them.
Turning to the last page, the page showed photos of the artifacts when they were first exhibited at the Shanghai Art Museum. Even then, the treasures had completely lost their luster. Comparing this to the soil clinging to the artifacts earlier, it's clear that these items were sold off immediately after being excavated. All subsequent exhibitions were of fakes; the genuine articles were never shown. Even when people questioned the authenticity, there was no comparison available. At worst, all the blame was simply shifted to our ancestors.
"Perhaps the craftsmanship in my family from ancient times wasn't good."
It's like telling a joke.
The next document contains only one page, an introduction to the Shanghai Art Museum, which focuses on its director and founder, Xue Mingxun.
It looked ordinary and without any flaws, but Zhou Cheng thoughtfully attached a picture, which was a scanned marriage certificate, "Xue Mingxun, wife, Yang Ying".
These people don't even bother to put on an act. I wonder if our ancestors will come back to see the good deeds they've done, haunted by the money they've earned.
There was still a long time before Qi Shuyao started school. After her period ended, she got out of bed again, dressed herself neatly, and went to Qi Yu's office every day.
Qi Yu was promoted and moved to a new unit and office. The young women around her allowed her to enjoy the treatment of a little girl again. She returned to the office with a bag of snacks, muttering that she would come here often in the future.
Qi Yu was drinking tea by the window when he opened a window to let in some fresh air. Hearing the sound, he pulled her to his side and rubbed her slightly flushed face. He used a lot of force, leaving several red marks. Qi Shuyao tilted her head back to try to dodge, but he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her back down.
"What are you doing...?"
He seemed sullen all day and didn't want to say much. He simply lowered his head and kissed her lips. The office was on the third floor, facing the main road, and he was leaning against the completely transparent window, so anyone who looked up could see him.
Qi Shuyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but only she knew that she felt more thrill and excitement than anything else. She wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and reached inside his coat to knead his stiff shirt, creating clumps of wrinkles that wouldn't straighten out. The light lipstick she had applied was eaten away, and a small cut was bitten on the corner of her mouth, which was being sucked hard, drawing out a lot of blood.
Her legs went weak, her body felt limp, and she staggered around on the floor, drawing circles. Her knees touched the sofa behind her, and she fell backward without a care. But she misjudged the direction and collapsed onto a small patch of open ground behind the sofa, her head hitting a bump. A heavy, hard body pressed down on her. Her hands waved wildly in the air, pulling open the curtain hooks. A cool breeze blew the curtains up, first blowing a gust of dust into the room, and then the curtains fell back onto the sofa, completely covering the two people behind them.
Qi Shuyao, sandwiched between the sofa and Qi Yu, chuckled to herself, deliberately rubbing the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth against his lips, as if she were applying lipstick to him as well.
They chuckled softly, when suddenly another voice broke in. Qi Shuyao reacted first, covering Qi Yu's mouth and pressing his head down.
The secretary came to deliver documents. Seeing that the office door was closed, she knocked lightly twice and came in. However, the office was empty. She circled the desk a few times and whispered, "Secretary Qi."
The girl blushed when she handed Qi Shuyao two chocolates, and she seemed to be a very serious and even a bit rigid girl. This made Qi Shuyao feel a little guilty. She gently pushed Qi Yu away, took out a lollipop from her pocket, tore off the wrapper, put it in her mouth, and pretended to be looking for something in the back as she stood up, even staggering a couple of times as her legs went numb from squatting.
"Sister, just leave the documents there. My dad has a headache, so he's going to lie down in the back for a bit. He can look at them later. Are you in a hurry?"
"Oh, no rush, no rush, I'll put it here first."
She looked so adorable that Qi Shuyao couldn't help but walk over and put her arm around her as they went out the door. The two chatted outside for a while before returning. Qi Yu had already tidied himself up and returned to his desk, wiping the dried blood from his lips.
"Dad, am I seeing things? Why did your face fall again in less than a minute? I bet it's because I hugged your secretary just now."
Qi Shuyao pushed the door shut, secretly locked it behind her, and ran to his side with a lollipop in hand. She leaned on the table, looking left and right, with a smug grin.
"I had no idea you two got along so well after just one meeting."
"It's not really a close relationship, it's just a way of communication that young people have nowadays."
She casually explained as she walked around the table, and only after she finished did she realize that Qi Yu's expression had darkened even further. She quickly rushed over, put her arm around his shoulder, stuffed a lollipop into his mouth, and then placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.
She watched with curiosity as his expressions changed several times in a second, and suddenly felt like teasing him.
"Dad, do you know, girls these days are really wild. They call each other 'wife' or 'baby.' Like in our class, very few girls call each other 'sister' anymore."
As expected, Qi Yu was slightly stunned when she touched him lightly. It has to be said that everyone has their own areas of weakness. He can make a fortune here, but he can't control a bunch of girls who call him daughter or wife.
He stood there, stunned. The little brat who was the culprit had already answered a phone call and run downstairs. She came back carrying a cardboard box, took out a thick comic book from it, and walked behind Qi Yu with practiced ease. She sat in the empty space in the middle of the bookshelf, raised her legs and put them on his shoulders. Her legs, which were only wearing thick stockings, were light and airy, revealing a large area of absolute territory between them and her short skirt, which was rubbing against Qi Yu's ear.
"Dad, I'm going to tell you a story. Do you want to listen?"
Qi Yu turned his head slightly and saw that the spine of the comic book in her hand was printed with "Little Water".
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