Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 29 Miss Shen, which of your words are true and which are false?

Under the cover of night, the Qu family mansion, nestled atop the mountain, is surrounded by high walls, with two majestic lions standing at the entrance and auspicious cloud patterns carved on the threshold, now showing the marks of time.

The interior furnishings are classic yet charming, serene and rustic.

Antique and unique items are displayed everywhere, arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

Inside the master bedroom, the family doctor had just finished examining the old lady and was packing up the medical kit when he said, "Her blood pressure is a little high, but it's nothing serious. Just take your medicine on time and take care of your health gradually."

The old lady leaned against the headboard and sighed, "As you get older, you always have more and more health problems."

The old man couldn't help but nag again: "What did I tell you? I told you to rest more, but you just can't stay idle. You're always rummaging through your vegetable garden."

"What do you know? Being too idle will make you sick." The old lady said disapprovingly. "I told you not to tell Aci. It's such a small matter that he has to make a trip."

Qu Yanci poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her, saying, "Grandma, I'm fine."

The old lady took the water glass and said, "When will you bring a girl home for me to see?"

Her grandson is good in every way, except that he is too career-oriented and has not had a girl by his side all these years.

Before Qu Yanci could reply, the old man brought it up: "Old Cui's granddaughter is coming back to China in two months. You two can arrange to meet and chat then. You met when you were little, I don't know if you remember her. This girl's education, appearance, and family background are a perfect match for you..."

When this topic comes up, the old man becomes quite talkative.

Qu Yanci looked slightly helpless. "Grandpa, I'm not considering it for now."

The old man immediately straightened his face and said, "How old are you? Still using this as an excuse? A few years ago you said you were busy with your career, and we didn't urge you. Now, you're almost thirty and still not planning to settle down? How many more years do you want to delay?"

Qu Yanci didn't listen. "We'll talk about it later."

The old man wanted to scold him, but the old lady stopped him: "Alright, alright, Aci has finally come back for a visit, don't just keep lecturing him."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But you really should pay attention to this. Don't just focus on work; take care of your health too. If you meet a suitable girl, then go and get to know her."

Not wanting to upset the old lady, Qu Yanci nodded in agreement, chatted with the two elders for a while, and left the master bedroom to return to his own room without disturbing their rest.

He picked up the cigarette pack and lighter from the table and went to the balcony. He pressed down on the kerosene lamp with his fingertip, the flame ignited, and lit the cigarette, bringing the butt to his lips.

The person stood there, his tall figure almost blending into the night, exuding a sense of loneliness.

Silence, solitude.

Qu Yanci inexplicably thought of that girl.

That night, drunk, I stumbled into his arms and barged into the room. I inexplicably said I liked him and even kissed him. When I woke up, I had no memory of it.

What people do when they're drunk shouldn't be taken seriously.

A vibration sound suddenly came.

He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it.

The caller ID on the screen reads: Shen Guining.

Press the answer button with your long finger.

The call connected, and there was silence for several seconds.

Qu Yanci frowned, his voice slightly lowered: "Not going to speak?"

The voice on the other end was soft and obedient, "Mr. Qu."

Like a hook scratching at the heart, it's not aggressive, but it easily disturbs the mind.

Shen Guining held her phone and said softly, "One of the lights in the house is broken."

Qu Yanci exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed in a cold expression. "Find the property management."

Shen Guining clearly sensed his indifference and felt uneasy. She asked cautiously, "Mr. Qu, are you angry?"

His tone remained indifferent: "Why would I be angry?"

I offended you that night.

"I remembered?"

"Yes." Shen Guining apologized to him, "I'm sorry."

Nicotine and cold air entered his lungs together. Qu Yanci paused for a moment, then said, "I'll drink less alcohol in the future."

"Oh." Shen Guining dared not say anything else. Qu Yanci turned and went into the bedroom, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I'll hang up if there's nothing else."

"Something's up." Shen Guining quickly spoke up, going over what she wanted to say in her mind before speaking in a low voice: "I was drunk, but... it's true that I like you."

The words were out of his mouth, and his breathing slowed down.

Qu Yanci leaned against the table, picking up a pen and toying with it. "Didn't you say you didn't like it? Miss Shen, which of your words are true and which are false?"

Shen Guining was stunned. When did she say that...?

Wait, she remembered.

Su Yuchen asked her if she liked Mr. Qu, and she denied it.

"That's because I'm a girl in front of outsiders, so of course I'm embarrassed to admit it."

After explaining, Shen Guining waited anxiously for his reply, her fingers gripping the edge of her phone case tightly.

But after not hearing Mr. Qu speak for a while, she thought there was no signal. "Mr. Qu, are you listening?"

A soft "hmm" came through the receiver.

Shen Guining persisted, asking, "Are you still angry?"

Qu Yanci moved his lips and said, "I'm not angry."

Shen Guining didn't believe it. "If you weren't angry, why did you leave me alone in the hotel?"

Something came up unexpectedly.

"You could have told me," the little girl said, her voice unconsciously sounding aggrieved.

They went together, but she came back all alone.

Qu Yanci raised his hand and pressed his brow bone. "Yes, I've got it."

Upon hearing this, Shen Guining froze slightly, not understanding what he meant by those words, and also afraid that she had misunderstood.

"Which light is broken?" he asked.

"The corridor lights."

"I'll have the property management fix it for you tomorrow."

Hearing that his tone had softened considerably, Shen Guining couldn't help but smile. "Okay."

After a moment of silence, she took the initiative to ask, "Are you busy? Am I bothering you?"

"No." Qu Yanci walked around to the mahogany chair behind the desk and sat down, leaning back with his back relaxed.

"Can I still call you often in the future?" Shen Guining began to probe.

Qu Yanci said calmly, "You can call, but I may not have time to answer, Miss Shen."

His voice, with its grainy texture, was warm and soothing, and only he could utter the title "Miss Shen" with such tenderness, making it incredibly sexy in the quiet night.

Shen Guining touched her ear; it was a little itchy.

She was already quite surprised that Mr. Qu didn't reject her outright, so she knew when to stop and said, "Okay."

Soon, she thought of something else, "Then... could you come and support me at my next performance?"

Qu Yanci said, "It depends on the time."

"Oh." Shen Guining started making conversation. "Have you had dinner?"

"Hmm." Qu Yanci didn't know why he was wasting his time continuing this pointless conversation with her.

"I have not eaten."

"I do not want to eat?"

"No, it's just that the food delivery hasn't arrived yet."

Do you often order takeout?

“I can’t cook.” Shen Guining looked down at the tattoo on her left ankle and told him, “When I was a freshman, I suddenly wanted to learn how to cook, but I accidentally got hot oil splashed on my ankle and it left a scar.”

Qu Yanci continued, "So you got a tattoo."