Chapter 60 Brother-in-law [VIP]
Under normal circumstances, he shouldn't have known that the car was coming for him, nor should he have known who was driving it.
Therefore, Qingran continued walking forward as if she hadn't noticed anything. She passed the dark body of the car and was about to step over its front—
A deep, refined male voice came from the driver's seat as the car window was slowly rolled down.
"Do you need any help?"
The man pushing his cart home hesitated and stopped. Was someone calling him? He tilted his head and looked in the direction of the voice, puzzled.
He was dressed simply, in a hoodie, jeans, and white sneakers, exuding youthful energy typical of his age.
The blue delivery helmet with its long, upright ears made his fair face appear even smaller, giving him a slightly naive look amidst his aloofness.
It makes you want to reach out and feel if the skin is as smooth and soft as it looks.
The man turned his head to the side through the car window, revealing half his face, and asked a question. Inside, the thumb of the hand holding the steering wheel unconsciously rubbed lightly before stopping.
The leather texture is a bit rough, which is a pity.
"It's you." Qingran realized with a start when she saw the man's face clearly.
Fu Qingyan calmly smiled and said, "It seems you still remember me?"
Qingran pursed her lips: "Someone like you is someone most people would find hard to forget after meeting you just once."
Fu Qingyan gave an ambiguous "oh" and asked, "What do you mean by 'what do you mean by this'?"
His expression was half-hidden in the shadows, and even the gaze directed at him seemed tinged with darkness.
As if sensing something, Qingran changed her tone from casual to polite: "A handsome and outstanding successful person."
"It's just the legacy of our ancestors." Fu Qingyan smiled slightly. The young man's aloofness made him lose interest in talking. His gaze swept over the stricken electric scooter.
Do you need help?
Before the other party could refuse, he said in a slightly forceful manner, "Consider it an apology for hitting you that day."
Qingran swallowed back the refusal she was about to utter, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "This is too much trouble for you."
Her drooping eyelashes made her look so adorable and alluring.
“No trouble at all,” the man said, releasing his grip on the trunk release button. “Get in.”
Now it's even harder to refuse.
Turning around on the spot wasn't convenient, so Qingran pushed her electric scooter around the front of the vehicle, her figure completely exposed in front of the windshield under the headlights.
Her legs were straight, her waist was slender, and she was youthful yet alluring.
The man tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel, his eyes as deep as a dark, bottomless whirlpool.
A moment later, the figure in front of the car disappeared, and slowly appeared in the side mirrors, moving with difficulty.
Fu Qingyan suddenly came to her senses, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and went to the back to help.
With their combined efforts, the dead electric scooter was quickly laid flat in the trunk, the rear door closed, and the two went to the front to get in.
Fu Qingyan took out a wet wipe from the storage compartment and placed it in the middle, saying, "Wipe your hands." He then pulled out a wipe for himself.
He moved slowly but meticulously, taking his time to wipe away most of the dust with one sheet before carefully wiping each finger and palm with the second sheet.
The man has an elegant and refined appearance; with glasses, he could even blend into a university and play the role of a knowledgeable and refined professor. However, he has hands that don't match his overall demeanor.
With large palms and distinct finger joints, prominent veins are hidden beneath the pale skin of the back of the hand, resembling crouching giant blue pythons.
Qingran's observation was not very discreet.
Fu Qingyan noticed, casually tossed the used tissue into the trash can, and glanced sideways at him while resting his hand on the steering wheel: "What's wrong?"
The cold, mechanical watch face encircled his powerful wrist, contrasting with the undulating veins—a striking interplay of cold and heat, hard and resilient, creating a powerful sensual tension.
His gaze lingered on the bulging veins for a few more seconds, then Qingran lowered his eyes, wiped his hands, and said, "Thank you."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed: "I said it was an apology for bumping into you that day, don't worry about it."
Qingran: "That day was just an accident, you don't need to keep it in your heart."
The man's voice was tinged with amusement: "Alright, I won't mention what happened that day, and you don't need to feel embarrassed."
Seeing the young man nod, Fu Qingyan started the car: "Where do you live?"
Qingran gave her current address.
Staying at a hotel, was he recently arrived in Yong City? Fu Qingyan was surprised, but since the two were not familiar with each other, she did not ask any further questions.
We dropped the person off at the hotel and helped unload the car from the trunk.
After the young man thanked him, he stood by the roadside, ready to watch him leave. Fu Qingyan, sitting in the car, said, "Didn't I tell you not to be so polite?"
Qingran smiled slightly: "This time it's to express my gratitude, not to apologize."
The hotel lights shone from behind, casting his hair a pale gold hue, like a delicate epiphyllum blooming under the bright moon.
Instead of thanking me, tell me your name.
Qingran's eyes widened unexpectedly.
After all, in his view, the two were from completely different backgrounds. The first meeting was by chance, the second was coincidence, and there was no chance of a third meeting. There was really no need to exchange names.
But since the man had asked, he answered anyway, "Qingran."
The surname is Qing? That's a very rare surname.
"Do you know my name?" Fu Qingyan asked.
Qingran asked uncertainly, "Surname Fu?" He had heard someone call the other party President Fu that day.
Fu Qingyan found it quite amusing; calling him a successful person without knowing who he was was clearly just polite talk.
He said, "My surname is indeed Fu, Fu Qingyan, Qingyan as in 'the river is clear and the sea is calm'."
"It's getting late, go back and rest. No need to see me off," the car window slowly rose, and just as it was about to close, it said, "See you again someday."
The car disappeared from view, blending into the night.
Qingran stood there and clicked her tongue softly: "There's no such thing as a predestined fate in this world."
The system asked blankly, "[Host, shall we continue to create opportunities for chance encounters tomorrow?]"
Qingran kicked a pebble at her feet listlessly: [We'll see.]
On the other side of the city, the car sped back to its residence at the maximum speed limit, then quietly came to a stop in the night.
"Crack".
The lighter flame flickered on and off, the cigarette was lit, and the man held it to his lips and took a drag.
The taste was bland, not as good as...
Unlike the gaze that landed on his hand an hour ago, which carried an undeniable warmth and stirred his emotions.
With a cigarette between his fingers, the man reached out the window, relaxed back in his seat, and stared blankly at the wisps of smoke rising from between his fingers.
The young man's appearance was as pure and noble as a white epiphyllum, something to be admired from afar but not to be profaned, yet he seemed to smell the rich fragrance wafting from the flower's heart.
It is captivating.
Outside the car window, a man lightly tapped his fingertip, flicking off a speck of ash, and the dim spark suddenly turned crimson.
*
The next day, as the moon set and the sun rose, it climbed above the city horizon, casting its radiance.
In her hotel room, Qingran slept until late morning with the curtains drawn.
He worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk for a month, and even though he didn't save much on expenses, his savings still reached a five-figure sum starting with three.
After working so hard for so long, it's time to give yourself a break.
I didn't rush to get out of bed after waking up. I stayed wrapped in the blanket and played on my phone for a while.
During this period, he blocked two phone numbers that Xu Guoqiang had called from using other people's phones, and deleted some abusive text messages.
I lazily played until noon, then washed up and ordered takeout to deliver to a colleague to meet their sales target.
[Host, Fu Qingyan ordered takeout?]
Suddenly, the system spoke, its tone utterly incredulous.
Given Fu Qingyan's personality and habits, he would never drink milk tea.
Qingran immediately understood the man's purpose.
Hmph, he always said there's no such thing as a predestined relationship.
"[I've temporarily locked the order, do you want me to help you grab it?]" the system asked him.
Qingran smiled slightly: [No, I have the day off today.]
Fu Qingyan, who was heading to the pickup point at Yongming Building to collect her takeout, didn't see the person she expected and walked away with a slight frown.
After the man left, the other employees picking up their takeout looked at each other and exchanged glances.
-What's going on? Why is President Fu suddenly ordering takeout?
- I don't know.
- It turns out that even someone as wealthy as President Yongming drinks milk tea regularly, which makes him seem much more down-to-earth.
Did you see the brand? Let me try the same one.
- It seems to be the top seller in xx.
Well, the milk tea that the CEO drinks is something that us lowly animals can't afford.
- I have to say, Mr. Fu is really handsome! No wonder he's the most handsome guy in our Yongming Group!
- It's a pity he's the company's CEO.
As everyone knows, company leaders are like evil sword immortals, embodying the resentment of all the workers, no matter how handsome they are.
Qingran had a three-day holiday.
As a result, Yongming employees ran into Fu Qingyan at the food delivery pick-up and drop-off points for three days, and the employees in the president's office also received free milk tea for three days.
Three days later, feeling that she had rested enough, Qingran returned to work and went to Yongming in the afternoon with takeout, including Fu Qingyan's milk tea.
Upon arriving at the check-in point, he dialed the numbers one by one to notify the customers, the first being Fu Qingyan.
"Hello, your takeout has arrived. We've placed it here at the designated pick-up point."
Before the other side can speak, hang up and move on to the next one.
Therefore, when Fu Qingyan came downstairs to the deposit point, Qingran had just finished making all her phone calls and was about to leave.
The two met face to face. The man stepped in from outside, his long legs encased in well-tailored trousers, and his feet were adorned with a pair of spotless soft-soled leather shoes.
He looked impeccably dressed and upright, with a refined and honest demeanor.
"We meet again." His tone was relaxed and gentle, showing no sign of having failed to arrive for three consecutive days.
The staff at the checkpoint perked up their ears at the sound.
Wow, Mr. Fu took the initiative to greet us! Does this deliveryman know Mr. Fu?
Qingran wore his childish helmet with long ears, seemingly unaccustomed to being the center of attention, and only nodded slightly to the man.
When passing by a man.
"I still have orders to deliver, I'll be going now," he said softly, looking at the ground.
After saying that, he wanted to leave immediately.
"Wait," Fu Qingyan called out to him, turning her head to examine the young man's fair and radiant face. "Have you had lunch?"
Qingran shook her head.
Fu Qingyan pulled two milk candies from his suit trouser pocket: "Remember to eat on time." He was obviously referring to his previous low blood sugar and pale complexion.
Qingran looked down at the candy being handed to her.
The candy lay in the man's palm, wrapped in blue and white wrappers from both ends, shaped like a chubby bow.
He didn't make a move for a moment.
"Don't want to get involved with me?" the man asked with a gentle smile.
Qingran raised her eyelashes and glanced at him. Her gaze was as clear and cool as a mountain spring melting snow, yet it also seemed to carry the charm of a rose just beginning to bloom.
As he reached out to take the candy, his fingertips unconsciously brushed across the man's palm, like a dragonfly skimming the water, creating ripples.
The candy is warm, carrying the temperature of another body.
He peeled a candy with his slender fingers and ate it. The long, round candy made one side of the young man's cheek bulge slightly. His skin was porcelain white and his lips were red, attracting people's attention without him even realizing it.
After carefully putting away the remaining candy, Qingran raised her eyes.
"Don't say thank you." The man's voice was magnetic, one hand in his pocket, his index finger and thumb rubbing together.
“Then—” Qingran blinked, a faint smile curving her lips.
"See you again someday."
A note from the author:
Thanks for the lightning strike, thanks for the watering, chirp!
vii threw a landmine
Look! That idiot threw a grenade!
Reader "A Fish" watered the plant with nutrient solution +1
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