There was a cool mat on the bed, with two pillows side by side, two blankets, and pajamas folded on top of the blankets.
Fan Qi realized that the original owner and Chen Zhiqian slept in the same bed. In his memory, the original owner and Chen Zhiqian kept to themselves. One of them slept on the edge of the bed, and the other one against the wall, leaving enough space for one person on the bed which was only 1.5 meters wide.
She measured the passage on the side that was not against the wall. The width of this passage was definitely no more than 50 centimeters, and there was no room for a person to lie down.
She was not worried about Chen Zhiqian. The Chen Zhiqian in her memory had no interest in the original owner at all. Even though they lay in the same bed, he was absolutely well-behaved.
She reached out and picked up the folded pajamas. Something felt wrong with the fabric. Imitation silk? It was a non-breathable and fancy fabric. She felt itchy before she even put it on.
Fan Qi pulled open the curtain of the simple closet on the other side of the aisle, inside which were hung towels, underwear, shirts, pants and skirts.
It turns out that this simple wardrobe also has a drying function. When the curtain is drawn and the hot air blower below is turned on, clothes can be dried. Because the house is small and has no balcony, and it faces west, it is difficult to get enough sunlight, so it is also a helpless move.
Fan Qi took two steps inside and pulled open the curtain of the simple closet on the inside. The small space was filled with almost all the original owner's clothes. At first glance, they were colorful, but after picking and choosing, she couldn't find any of them to her liking.
She is a professional stock investor who only seeks comfort in her home life and basically wears casual clothes, which is completely different from the original owner's preferences.
Fan Qi reluctantly took a gray T-shirt, which at least felt like cotton. Then she chose her bottoms. All skirts, whether long or short, were hip-hugging. She finally found a pair of jeans, which were floor-length and flared.
Fan Qi closed the door, took off her tight skirt, changed into a T-shirt and jeans. There was a dressing mirror behind the door, and her figure appeared in the mirror.
With big fluffy waves, foundation and eye shadow on the face, the makeup is the Hong Kong style of this era.
The T-shirt is tight and waist-revealing, with an off-the-shoulder neckline that reveals her collarbone. The slim design highlights her upper body advantages and reveals a slender, snow-white waist. The flared pants make her legs look longer, and she looks pretty good overall.
Fan Qi picked up the tight skirt she had taken off the bed. She would never wear this skirt again. She opened the door and walked out, crumpled up the skirt and threw it into the trash can next to the dining table.
Chen Zhiqian, who was sitting at the dining table and looking through some documents, was disturbed by her actions. He raised his inky eyes, glanced at the trash can, then looked at Fan Qi who had walked into the bathroom, and lowered his head to continue looking through the documents.
Fan Qi removed all the makeup on her face and tied her fluffy wavy hair into a bun with a rubber band, finally looking fresh and clean.
She walked out of the bathroom and saw Chen Zhiqian opening the door with a backpack. He said, "I'm going out for a while."
"I want to go out, too."
Fan Qi concentrated on picking out shoes. The original owner didn't have a pair of sneakers, and she was not used to wearing high heels. It was really going to kill her!
She didn't even think about which pair of shoes would be more comfortable to wear. She took a pair of shoes that the original owner often wore and put them on, picked up her handbag, walked out the door and closed it.
This is a high-rise building with a tube-shaped structure, 36 stories high, surrounded by four sides in the east, south, west and north, with an atrium in the middle. Each apartment is only about 20 square meters in size. Dozens of households are connected in a row and share a long corridor. There is an elevator hall in the middle of the corridor.
Fan Qi walked towards the elevator hall. It was rush hour after get off work and there were many residents in the building. The elevator stopped at almost every floor and was not very fast, so Chen Zhiqian had left home earlier than her and was still waiting for the elevator.
She arrived at the right time, as the elevator door had just opened. She hurried in. Chen Zhiqian, who went in first, stood in the inner corner, and Fan Qi stood beside him.
In her memory, the original owner did not want others to know that she was married. Occasionally, when grandpas and grandmas in the building asked about it, she would say that Chen Zhiqian was her brother. The two of them rarely talked to each other outside. According to the original owner, it was to avoid affecting her career. Fan Qi thought it was better this way, so as to avoid awkward conversations.
Fan Qi stood against the wall of the elevator. The elevator went down to the twelfth floor. A bald man with a protruding belly in his forties came in. There was obviously still space in the elevator, but he squeezed towards Fan Qi and even leaned against her. Fan Qi looked at the man and saw his lustful eyes fixed on her chest.
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