Chapter 0058 – Banquet (1 / 2)

Qi Zhi Iu gently approached, running his fingertips through her silky hair, carefully helping her to straighten her scattered sideburns, “This is how you’ll be at home from now on, let me see you at your most natural appearance.”

A hint of imperceptible tenderness passed through his eyes, clearly enjoying her relaxation and softness at the moment.

“Cheaters!”

Su Wanqing glared at him angrily, a spiritual light flickering in her eyes.

She knew in the back of her mind that if it wasn’t for his impromptu change of plans, she wouldn’t have had to change her clothes in a hurry, not to mention having a brand new hairstyle specially styled.

Especially now, when various parts of the body are still slightly sore from the previous busyness, and the exhaustion has not yet fully dissipated.

The corner of Qi Zhi Iu’s mouth hooked into a light smile, not annoyed by her complaint, instead, he took the delicate comb from the clerk’s hands, his voice soft with a few hints of coaxing, “Come here, I’ll help you comb your hair and relax.”

“No, just give me the comb.”

Su Wanqing looked at him half-heartedly, after the previous hiccup, she had learned to retain a few moments of sanity.

She didn’t want to be caught again by this Qi Zhiyu, who had a gentle appearance but was actually cunning.

Qi Zhi Iu raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone carrying a bit of flirting and teasing, “Are you sure? My handiwork is good.”

The gazes of the surrounding shopkeepers were thrown this way from time to time, their eyes full of envy, and they were privately discussing, “Mrs. Qi and Mr. Qi are really in love with each other, making people so envious.”

Su Wanqing’s heart flooded with a burst of complex emotions, this so-called love, in the eyes of outsiders is so beautiful and harmonious, in fact, she knows in her heart, Qi Zhi Iu treat her, more often like in fiddling with a carefully selected toys, the word emotion, in their case, too extravagant.

Despite all the reluctance in her heart, she slowly walked toward him, letting his long, slender fingers weave through her hair, brushing her auburn locks into the shape he preferred.

“At tonight’s banquet, it is rumored that there will be a new partnership program in the city. Are you interested in pursuing it?”

Qi Zhi Iu was close to her ear, and his low voice seemed to carry some kind of mysterious gravitational pull.

“Yang City? What’s a recent project I haven’t heard about?”

Su Wanqing’s brows furrowed slightly, looking a little confused.

“It’s similar to River City’s, and it’s also about the clothing export trade, but it also includes a small amount of high-end customization business.”

Qi Zhi Iu explained gently, as if this had been expected of him.

“I haven’t even heard about it, how do you know about it ahead of time?”

Her puzzled gaze met his in front of the mirror, the dark eyes deep as if they held a thousand secrets.

“Take this.”

Qi Zhiyu then handed her an already unlocked cell phone.

She picked it up, and on the screen were the very details of the project that was about to be unveiled at the banquet, which had just been updated, with the time stamp, exactly ten minutes ago.

As it turns out, he had been silently following the information.

He carefully straightened her shoulder-length hair, the corners of his lips curving in satisfaction.

Then, his voice was calm and magnetic, “Yang City’s project scale is larger than that of the city of Jiangjiang, and it is easier to get local policy support and fostering afterwards.”

Su Wanqing quickly grasped the key point, “Then who is the person in charge of the project?”

“A man named Jun Huang is in charge of all trade affairs in the city.”

Qi Zhiyu explained as she slid the screen of the phone in her hand, “Look, it’s him.”

She glanced along with his guidance, and the moment her eyes made contact with the screen, her pupils snapped shut.

“Song Yul!”

On the cell phone screen, it was Song Yuel leaning on Huang Jun’s arms, gestures of intimacy, raising a cup and drinking together, full of flattery and currying favor.

“You sent her earlier to gather information just for this moment?”

Su Wanqing’s heartstrings tightened, looking at Qi Zhi Iu in disbelief, his dark eyes as deep as the universe, inscrutable.

“Moved?”

Qi Zhiyu encircled her waist, his tone relaxed and casual, as if everything was under control.