Chapter 0020 – She’s Going Back Home (1 / 2)

“Egg yolks.”

Qi Zhi Iu said lightly, while pointing her eyes at the untouched egg yolk on her plate, raising her eyebrows with a slight teasing motion.

“Here’s what I have left, if you want it you can get it from the bowl yourself.”

She gestured absently to the bowl of food in the center of the table, impatience in her words.

Qi Zhi Iu sniffed, the corner of his mouth hooked up into a meaningful smile, and he purposely assumed a posture of picking a fight, “Wasting food is not a good habit oh.”

Su Wanqing gently smiled, full of concern and retorted, “Don’t worry, it will never go to waste. I’ll take it to feed the stray cats outside later.”

After speaking, she really picked up a piece of paper towel and carefully wrapped up the yolk of the egg, the determination in that action seemed to be declaring some kind of inviolable position – she would rather give it to a cat or a dog than give in to him.

And Qi Zhi Iu didn’t get angry because of this, just casually picked up a boiled egg and gently placed it on the edge of her plate, his tone bland with an unrefusable meaning, “Then peel another one.”

The remaining light from the corner of Su Wanqing’s eyes quickly swept across the opposite side of the table and Qi Lao, seeing that everyone was busy with their own business and the atmosphere at the table was serene and harmonious, she quickly peeled off the eggshells and placed the eggs into his bowl, lowering her voice to warn, “Don’t bother me eating again.”

She thought in her heart that this guy was really inexplicably naughty today, as if he had swallowed some kind of elixir that made people excited.

After breakfast, Qi Zhiyu finished her meal hastily and then returned to her bedroom to shower and change.

At this time, Su Wanqing curled up alone on the soft sofa on the balcony, her fingertips tapping the screen of her cell phone, sending a message to her assistant: [Book a ticket to fly to Beijing tomorrow.

A moment later, the assistant’s succinct reply popped up on the cell phone screen: [Received, will be handled right away.

Suddenly, a continuous vibration of a cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Puzzled, she got up and stepped inside, checking her cell phone for new message alerts.

[Young Master Qi, Ms. Song is about to return home.]

Seeing this message, Su Wanqing’s heart was violently tightened, Song Muyan is actually going back to China so soon?

As far as I can remember, she had made a strong statement about emigrating overseas and never coming back.

“Click–“

The bathroom door opened in response, and a fresh, pleasant aroma of shower gel wafted out with it.

She couldn’t help but turn around, only to see Qi Zhi Iu walking out of the bathroom in a loose bathrobe, beads of water between his wet hair slowly sliding down his open collar, hidden under the lapel, leaving an intriguing trajectory.

Su Wanqing’s cheeks couldn’t help but be colored with a touch of scarlet, and she hastily averted her eyes, using it to hide the strange emotions surging in her heart.

“I have something that requires me to travel to Beijing tomorrow, on the company’s side, please take a vacation for me.”

Qi Zhi Iu sniffed, his gaze austere, his tone mixed with a few points of probing, “YG has no business dealings with Beijing, what are you doing there?”

“Zhou Yaoshi failed to facilitate the cooperation, so I have to go and settle it myself.”

Su Wanqing said as she straightened her shawl, picking up a glass of water in her hand to moisturize her throat, revealing an unquestionable firmness in her movements.

Qi Zhiyu’s action of wiping his hair came to an abrupt end, and his low voice carried a few moments of inquiry, “How long do I need to go?”

Su Wanqing quickly skimmed through the schedule, “About a week.”

She calculated in her mind that a week would be enough time to deal with the cooperation in Beijing.

“Which area of the partnership program, specifically?”

Qi Zhi Iu dropped the towel in his hand and sat casually on the couch, reaching out of habit for a cigarette.

“It’s about the business of exporting cashmere sweaters.”

Su Wanqing was sharp-eyed and immediately noticed the neatly arranged cigarette case and lighter next to the sofa, she quickly put them away and changed the topic without leaving any traces.

“Go to your own room if you want to smoke.”