Chapter 78 Let's Watch the Meteor Shower Together. (No germaphobia, forced by circumstances.) ...
On New Year's Eve this year, the Wen and Lu families had a reunion dinner together. Both sets of parents were busy in the kitchen, while the three younger members were decorating outside.
Lu Yao and Wen Qi had become Zhu Qingzhi's toys; they could simply stick the "double happiness" character on the front door on and off repeatedly.
In the end, Lu Yao was the first to quit, covering Zhu Qingzhi's mouth and kicking her into the house. Zhu Qingzhi couldn't speak, but she still managed to point her hand and instruct Wen Qi to change the position of the "double happiness" character.
This year, Zhu Liangli's family also came from Haicheng. The first thing he did when he saw Zhu Qingzhi was to make a meaningful joke. Zhu Qingzhi ignored him, adhering to the principle of "if you can't win an argument, don't respond".
The meal was very pleasant, and the topic of Zhu Qingzhi's work was mentioned on the second day of the Lunar New Year, when she stayed in Nancheng for three months.
Everyone watched Wen Qi with a relaxed air, and Zhu Liangli even gave him the nickname "Waiting-for-Wife Stone".
Wen Qi remained silent, and Zhu Qingzhi also kept quiet, focusing only on eating her food.
After the meal, Lu Yao and Wen Qi stayed at the restaurant to clean up the mess, while Zhu Qingzhi was pulled aside by the elders to chat, from "Your health seems to be better recently" to "When can we reveal our identities?" and then to "When can they upgrade their status?"
Having never experienced pressure to get married, Zhu Qingzhi was immediately pressured to have children, and she secretly sent Wen Qi a text message for help.
This savior arrived quickly; within three to five minutes, he appeared in the living room. He had just finished tidying up the kitchen, his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
He had probably just hurriedly washed his face; his black hair was still damp, with a few unruly strands hanging down beside his brow bone, softening his usually somewhat cold and hard features.
Zhu Qingzhi continued to give him glances, and Wen Qi smiled slightly, using the tactless phrase "I have things to do tonight" to pull her out of the middle.
Zhu Qingzhi grabbed his arm and pretended to scold him, "How did you manage your time during the New Year?" This sparked a barrage of criticism.
Wen's mother was the first to question: "How did you arrange the work?"
Wen's father followed closely behind: "I don't remember any urgent work at the company."
On New Year's Eve, which family doesn't stay home to celebrate?
“If word gets out, you will be considered a traitor, and I will be considered a failure to raise my son properly.”
After much back and forth, the final conclusion was, "If you want to leave, you can leave; Chaochao, stay." Wen's mother then intervened and brought Zhu Qingzhi back.
Zhu Qingzhi: "..."
Her mouth should be sewn shut. Now look what happened, she's gone too far.
His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm. His eyes blinked nervously, and his voice stammered, "He's been drinking."
Wen's mother gave Wen Qi a disgruntled look: "Just hire a designated driver and give them a big red envelope when you're done."
Zhu Qingzhi: "..."
She once again placed her hopeful gaze on Wen Qi.
Wen Qi sighed helplessly, but reached out again and pulled her out: "I have some personal matters to attend to."
"Oh, right, right." This time, Zhu Qingzhi didn't try to shift the blame. She obeyed unconditionally, both physically and mentally. She was practically clinging to Wen Qi. "I almost forgot."
"Oh? What's up?" Zhu Liangli asked casually, cracking sunflower seeds.
He had long seen through Zhu Qingzhi's little scheme, which was why he had kept quiet until now. But now, it wouldn't be difficult to teach this young couple a lesson.
Zhu Qingzhi truly hadn't expected Zhu Liangli to show such disrespect. Others might not be able to tell she was acting, but how could he not?! He was clearly doing it on purpose!
She wasn't going to respond. First, if she opened her mouth, Zhu Liangli would definitely have something to say to shut her up. Second, she really couldn't think of any personal matters she could have to deal with on New Year's Eve.
Zhu Qingzhi tilted her head back and smiled at Wen Qi, while gently pulling the belt loop around his waist backward.
Wen Qi grasped her hand in return. As expected of the CEO, her mental fortitude was indeed strong, and she could make up a lie without changing her expression: "Regarding the matter of Chaochao's identity being made public, the other party will leave Beijing tomorrow."
Zhu Liangli's gaze fell on Wen Qi, and he indeed added, "Does it have to be today?"
"He's gone abroad and won't be back for a while, so some things are hard to discuss, but it doesn't have to be today..."
Wen Qi paused for a moment, then pushed Zhu Qingzhi a little further away from him. "If we're not in a hurry, we can wait until he comes back in the second half of the year. But there are some things that we can't rush."
Zhu Qingzhi slowly typed a question mark in her mind.
Some things...aren't they the things that just made her dizzy?! And she asked him to take her away, not to send her back to continue making her dizzy.
She remained silent, trying to use silence to mask her grief.
Mr. Wen raised a question: "Does he really have to handle this? Can't you find a second one in the whole country?"
"He did all the preliminary work and was also fully responsible for public opinion. If we replace him temporarily, in order to avoid shirking responsibility later, all this work will have to be started all over again, which will conservatively take at least six months."
Wen Qi spoke with great conviction, and his actions and expressions were very natural, showing no sign of making up lies. Then he gave Zhu Qingzhi a look.
Zhu Qingzhi realized what was happening and tucked her hair behind her ear: "I'm not in a hurry, I can wait a little longer."
After saying that, she lifted her leg and walked towards the sofa. The next second, Wen's mother and Zhu's mother stood up and pushed her back together: "Go on, remember to come back early tomorrow to pay your respects."
Wen Qi glanced at the wall clock, seemingly not in a hurry: "It's still early, we can..."
Wen's mother was very anxious and almost pushed him out: "No need, we don't need you here."
Zhu Qingzhi got her wish and was "kicked out".
As the car unlocked and she prepared to get into the driver's seat, Wen Qi opened the passenger door: "I didn't drink alcohol, I just switched it with plain water."
The fact that no one noticed while everyone was watching is quite impressive; their technique for escaping drinking is impressive.
Zhu Qingzhi gave him a thumbs up, then glanced into the foyer to make sure no one was watching before going inside.
The night sky was tranquil, the stars twinkled, and a few snowflakes danced in the air. Red lanterns and colorful neon lights adorned the streets, and the bustling downtown area remained vibrant.
Wen Qi held the steering wheel with one hand and held her hand on the center console with the other. Zhu Qingzhi yawned and leaned back in her seat, chatting with Gu Qiao.
The car drove through the block, but turned south; this wasn't the way home.
Zhu Qingzhi looked up, a little puzzled: "Aren't you going home?"
"There's a meteor shower at 10 p.m., let's go to Jingshan Park."
“Oh right, I saw it trending a few days ago! But I didn’t expect to be able to go.” Zhu Qingzhi became interested and sat up straight in an instant. “I’ll tell Gu Qiao.”
She typed away furiously, and only after sending the message did she realize that this should be considered a date, so it seemed a bit inappropriate for her to invite Gu Qiao over.
So she leaned towards Wen Qi, kneading his knuckles and interlocking her fingers with his, her voice sweet and coquettish, and added, "But she probably can't escape."
When she's not being deliberately affected, her coquettish voice is just right—sweet, crisp, and like a juicy, sweet apple.
Wen Qi chuckled and affectionately pinched her cheek: "It's alright, it's a once-in-a-century opportunity, we really should meet."
When they arrived at their destination, Zhu Qingzhi finally understood what Wen Qi meant by "It's okay."
This place is not a viewpoint in Jingshan Park at all, but on a small hillside next to the park, which is still undeveloped and rarely visited.
Wen Qi unlocked the door and pulled back the sunroof cover, letting in a few slivers of light: "It's still early, want to go for a walk?"
The snowflakes drifted down, but much finer, relentlessly carpeting the pine and cypress trees on the hillside. Under the car headlights, the swirling wind was even more visible.
Having spent almost the entire day in a warm room, Zhu Qingzhi was only wearing a thin, knee-length sweater dress without even leggings, and naturally didn't want to go down and get cold.
She shook her head, turned on the light, and prepared to rummage through the armrest box to find a magazine to read. As she flipped through it, she unexpectedly found a handwritten letter, which was about "Yunshuiyao".
It was a full six pages long, written to the original author, containing extensive character analyses, historical context, scene design, and even suggestions for improvement.
She glanced at it briefly; it seemed to be a suggestion about that intimate scene, and the date on the cover was yesterday.
Before she could finish reading, there was a sudden "click," the car was locked, and even the lights went out.
The letter in my hand was pulled out and put back into the armrest box. I felt a cool, slightly damp touch on the clasped hands, and the air was filled with the faint scent of peppermint oil and alcohol.
Zhu Qingzhi subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but Wen Qi held it tightly. He took a wet wipe and carefully wiped her hand. After wiping one hand, he took out another wet wipe and grabbed her other hand as well.
Zhu Qingzhi watched quietly, feeling that Wen Qi's sudden obsession with cleanliness was a bit strange. This afternoon, he even went to wash his car and did some kind of air purification, saying that he wanted to remove bacteria and mites.
After wiping both of her hands, Wen Qi unbuckled her seatbelt and then began to clean himself, being even more meticulous than he was with her hands, wiping himself a total of four times.
Seeing this, Zhu Qingzhi didn't dare touch her phone. She just held her hand up, twisted her body, and pressed her back against the car door, then suddenly asked, "Your rising sign isn't Virgo, is it? Just a heads-up, I can't do that~"
She can really turn her house into a war zone in just one hour.
Perhaps the movement was a bit too large, the sweater skirt rolled up, almost to the top of her thighs. She looked down, clenched her fist, and tried to pull the sweater skirt down with her wrist.
The next second, warm breath brushed against her chin, her nose slid across her lips and pressed against hers, her body leaned back, and the back of her head pressed against the car window.
Wen Qi approached him.
Looking into his wet eyes, Zhu Qingzhi's previously confused thoughts found a breakthrough in that instant.
Fog had formed on the car windows, and the headlights cast a hazy, watery glow inside. The sunroof was the same; the twinkling stars gradually faded, leaving only a deep, inky blackness.
Wen Qi's eyelashes seemed to be wet as well, brushing against her eyes, making her feel tingly and numb. Zhu Qingzhi had nowhere to hide, and her breathing became heavy.
“I’m not a germaphobe.” He smiled, gently biting her lip before pulling away. “It was just a matter of circumstance.”
The smell of mints from his breath grew stronger. Zhu Qingzhi glared at him, pressing herself tightly against the car door even though she had nowhere to hide: "Who said that? You could have..."
Wen Qi suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, and with his other hand he reached over her and pressed the window button. Zhu Qingzhi was so frightened that she could only move forward.
Then the car seats were reclined, and their breaths mingled, their heartbeats blending together.
The car window was slightly ajar, and gusts of wind blew gently and rapidly across Wen Qi's forehead. Zhu Qingzhi's hands were braced against his chest, unable to react for a moment.
His hand reached down, the depth varying, as unpredictable as his breathing at that moment.
The kisses fell, but they were always so gentle, as if less than a fraction of a breath, almost indistinguishable.
"Can I..." Wen Qi buried his face in her neck, his deep, hoarse voice tinged with a sticky tinge, his movements controlled by the rhythm of his body.
Even after things have come to this, if you ask her if it's okay and she says no, won't you just suffer yourself?
Zhu Qingzhi opened her mouth and bit his earlobe, her teeth gently grinding against it, clearly feeling his body tense up instantly.
"You're a real piece of trash!" She bit down on his jawline again.
Wen Qi pressed down on her lower back and suddenly pressed his forehead against hers. Zhu Qingzhi leaned back, disregarding any semblance of modesty, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Go to the back seat!"
He pulled her back and held her wrist, making her reach for the things in the storage box.
Scattered, a whole layer.
"Opening blind boxes."
Blind boxes my foot! That's utterly inhuman!
Zhu Qingzhi glared at him, grabbed one at random, and braced herself with her arm to reach the back seat.
Wen Qi also jumped over, but first turned around to adjust the back of the passenger seat.
Zhu Qingzhi propped her feet between his legs, leaning back against the chair, and looked at the lipstick stain on his half-open shirt collar. Suddenly, she asked, "Why are you writing letters?"
Adjusting the chair back, Wen Qi grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer to him, his breath quickening as stray hairs brushed against her eyelashes: "Not obvious?"
“Not obvious.” Zhu Qingzhi touched the lipstick mark on his collar with her finger, languid and nonchalant. “I thought you didn’t care.”
"If the situation allows, could I... perhaps consider it?" He took her hand and guided it down to his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat.
Zhu Qingzhi could no longer bear it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. Her voice was dry but incredibly calm. "You know, if the situation allows, I won't film intimate scenes."
"Okay, wish us good luck."
In a daze, she saw a meteor shower.
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Author's note: Kiyoshi [starry-eyed]: Oh.
Wen Qi [starry-eyed]: Mm.
Ah Mei [starry eyes]: La la la la, I still have a connecting flight! I'm going to have dim sum!
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