"Speaking of which, I'm very satisfied with your answer!" Qin Yige said. "You keep your word!"
"Mmm."
However, the more she thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Wouldn't that be an indirect agreement to "that" with him?
Qin Yige's face instantly flushed hot. She gritted her teeth and cursed back: Shameless!
The person being cursed not only didn't get angry but, remembering her flustered little face and expression, a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.
Looking at the smile on his face, Shang Yu, who was also in the conference room, was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.
Night fell, and Shang Sheng arrived home three minutes before nine o'clock.
Qin Yige was in the room working on designs. Hearing the movement at the door, she turned her head and looked at the man, saying nothing.
Shang Sheng, however, took out his phone and walked over to her. "Wife."
She looked up. He propped himself on the table with one arm, leaned down, and imprinted a kiss.
"..."
Who kisses someone the moment they meet? They were practically becoming a pair of kissing fish.
The kiss didn't last long. Shang Sheng lowered his head to send a message to the old lady.
Qin Yige had initially intended to take a look, but he was too quick. She didn't see anything clearly before hearing him say, "Take another one."
"?"
"I deleted that one. It wasn't a good shot."
"Isn't one picture enough to prove we're together?" Grandma shouldn't be that picky, right?
The man lowered his head, their breaths entwined, his hot breath spraying into her nostrils. "Grandma is difficult to deal with. Otherwise, she wouldn't insist I be home before nine every night."
He didn't give her another chance to ask and lowered his head a second time, sealing her lips.
One sat, one stood.
He didn't seem tired either, bending over and kissing her passionately.
As she was scooped up into his arms and realized his intention, she asked in a breathless whisper, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you planning to take bed photos?"
Shang Sheng: "..."
That was a good idea.
He pecked her lips. "I don't mind."
"I do!" She pushed him away with a flushed face. "Are you done taking pictures? I still have work to do!"
"Mmm." He tapped his phone a few times before putting it away.
Shang Family
Old Mrs. Shang was a bit disappointed with the photos her grandson had sent over the past two days.
She sighed, took off her reading glasses, and said to Kou Juqing, "I suspect the young couple had a fight. Otherwise, why would Xiao Sheng only send his location or photos of his house?"
She wasn't bored enough to look at his house door.
"It shouldn't be, right? I heard from Xiao Yu that he saw Xiao Sheng and Yige messaging each other today, and Xiao Sheng seemed quite happy," Kou Juqing replied thoughtfully.
Shang Yu had been made to study at the company by the old lady for the past two days. Today, Shang Sheng had attended a meeting that Shang Yu happened to be at.
"Is that so?" The old lady was still a little worried.
Kou Juqing shook her head helplessly. "Mom, these two haven't caused any major trouble lately, have they? It means things are developing quite well."
"Amitabha, I hope my decision didn't harm these two children."
The room was silent for a moment before the old lady spoke again. "They're living in Langting now. I remember there's a servant there who's a relative of Xiao Liu, right?"
Kou Juqing thought back. "I think so."
"Give me her number tomorrow. I need to tell her a couple of things."
"Okay, Mom. It's past nine. You should rest now."
The old lady slowly got up and walked towards the bed. "It is time to rest. Seeing the photos will help me sleep."
Kou Juqing watched her retreating back and shook her head helplessly.
The old lady was truly worried sick about these two children's marriage.
Alas, she hoped Xiao Sheng and Yige would be well and give her a grandson soon so she could be a grandma.
On the other side, the young couple was facing off.
Considering he had smoothed over last night's incident for her, Qin Yige truthfully recounted, "That's how it happened."
She told him everything she could remember.
What she described was similar to the surveillance video he had seen: two irrelevant people were arguing, and a drunken Qin Yige encountered them.
It had nothing to do with her, yet she took the initiative to hit the man's head, saving another woman who was being harassed.
Shang Sheng: "There's nothing wrong with acting bravely, but there are prerequisites."
Qin Yige shrunk her neck. "What prerequisites?"
"The prerequisite is that you can guarantee your own safety."
"Didn't you assign me bodyguards?"
Shang Sheng: "..."
Yes, otherwise, how would she have had the chance to call him for help?
Although Qin Yige had hit the man's head, he didn't immediately faint and tried to retaliate. It was the hidden bodyguard who subdued him.
It was only then that Qin Yige had the chance to hit his head again with the bar's security baton. This time, the man fainted.
"I'm telling you, it's all that young lady's fault. She was so beautiful that even as a woman, I found her incredibly stunning. If you were there, you'd have been smitten too!" When she mentioned the woman she had saved, Qin Yige's beautiful eyes were full of light.
Shang Sheng glanced at her indifferently. "I'm not as superficial as you are."
The prettier a woman, the more dangerous she was, like Qin Yige.
"Don't be stubborn. I'm telling the truth. Even though I was drunk, my eyes weren't blind. You've been to the Ding Sheng nightclub, right? She's even prettier than the women there— Oh, no! She's a good girl; you can't compare her to the women at Ding Sheng."
Shang Sheng stared at her. "You've been to Ding Sheng?"
"Yes!"
"Why would you, a girl, go there?"
Ding Sheng was one of the top nightclubs in Hongshi, a place of extravagance and a haven for men.
Even if Shang Sheng didn't think so, in his eyes, it was just an ordinary club.
Qin Yige retorted defiantly, "Who says only men can go?"
"Tell me what you were doing there?"
"What were you doing there?"
What else could he be doing?
Shang Sheng didn't hide it. "Meeting clients, discussing work."
"I, I, I was curious." She was telling the truth. She had heard many people mention Ding Sheng and how every woman there was exceptional.
She found an opportunity and had Shang Yu secretly take her in to broaden her horizons.
"And after you went in?"
After going in? Qin Yige excitedly told him, "The young ladies inside were amazing. Shang Sheng, which one do you like? Or rather, what style do you prefer?"
The women at Ding Sheng ranged from plump and graceful to charming and beautiful, all exquisite.
There were all sorts of styles. Qin Yige's favorite was the ancient costume beauties in the Ding Xiang Pavilion.
With a pipa half-hidden in her arms, sitting there felt like time travel, as if she were in ancient times.
Shang Sheng's brows furrowed. "I don't think so."
Qin Yige patted his shoulder. "Stop pretending! Even I, a woman, can't walk away when I see them, let alone a man."
"Qin Yige, I came back so early not to discuss other women with you." He reminded her unhappily.
Whether other women were beautiful or not had nothing to do with him.
"Oh, then you go rest. I'll be busy for a while longer." It was truly difficult to find common ground with him; he didn't even like beautiful women!
Then what kind of stunning beauty could capture his attention?
However...
Before Shang Sheng could reply, Qin Yige abruptly asked again, "Is Miss Mu pretty?"