Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 86 Daddy Boyfriend
Shen Guining leaned against the pool, holding her phone. "My best friend and I are soaking in the hot spring. I'll call you back when we get back."

Qu Yanci didn't say much, only reminding him, "Okay, be careful when you're out."

"Okay." Shen Guining hung up the phone.

Zhu Sixuan smiled thoughtfully and said, "I feel like you've found a boyfriend who's like a father figure."

“…No way.”

"Older woman, caring, rich and good-looking, absolutely amazing, Ningning."

"..."

After soaking in the hot spring, the two went to the dining area to eat.

Modern bathhouses offer a full range of services, including massage spas, body treatments, seafood buffets, a variety of fruits and desserts, and the option to watch movies, so you won't get bored even if you stay all day.

Shen Guining has a performance tomorrow, so she should get some rest early tonight.

I left the bathhouse at 8 o'clock.

Zhu Sixuan took a taxi back to Hong Kong Island, while Shen Guining returned to her hotel.

The following day, after the performance, the meteorological observatory issued a double warning for typhoon and rainstorm.

"Due to the impact of the typhoon, the meteorological department issued Typhoon Signal No. 8 at 21:00 on March 29, and it is expected to remain in effect throughout the night, with wind speeds reaching 63 to 117 kilometers per hour, and gusts possibly exceeding 180 kilometers per hour..."

That evening, strong winds and heavy rain hit Australia, causing the cancellation of all flights for the next two days.

We were originally scheduled to return to Beijing on the 30th, but now everyone is stuck in the hotel and can't go anywhere.

Shen Guining stayed in her room for two days. Fortunately, the internet was still working, so she could browse her phone and not get too bored.

I happened to be on my period, and I had stomach cramps and no appetite.

Perhaps due to eating something bad, my menstrual cramps were worse than usual this time, with waves of churning and cramping pain in my lower abdomen.

In a daze, I heard my phone ring.

Without opening her eyes, she instinctively reached out and touched the phone to answer it.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't remember what they were saying.

When I woke up, the rain had stopped, and the gloom that had enveloped me for the past few days dissipated.

Shen Guining sat up in bed and checked the time on her phone.

She vaguely remembered that someone had called her last night.

She checked her call log and, sure enough, there was an 18-minute phone call with Qu Yanci, but she had completely forgotten what they talked about.

Just as I was about to call back to ask, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Shen Guining threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to open the door in her slippers.

I thought it was a colleague who was looking for me.

The door opened, and a tall, upright figure descended, a familiar scent wafting into the air.

She looked up in surprise, "...Why are you here?"

"Won't you let me in?"

Shen Guining quickly moved aside.

Qu Yanci came in and closed the door behind him. "Is your stomachache any better?"

Shen Guining nodded gently, "Mm."

Qu Yanci put the bag he was carrying on the coffee table and asked her, "Did you eat something cold?"

Feeling guilty, Shen Guining whispered, "I had an ice cream dessert yesterday at noon."

Qu Yanci frowned as he looked at her.

Before he could reprimand her, Shen Guining quickly admitted her mistake, "I was wrong, I'll remember next time."

Qu Yanci sat on the sofa. "Have you washed up? Come and have breakfast."

"I'll go now."

Shen Guining went into the bathroom to tidy up for ten minutes and then came out.

Qu Yanci stood by the window answering the phone.

Shen Guining didn't disturb her. She walked to the coffee table, squatted down, opened the bag, and took out the breakfast inside, which was still warm.

A box of egg tarts, a bowl of wonton noodles, and a cup of brown sugar ginger and jujube tea.

She couldn't wait to grab an egg tart and stuff it into her mouth.

I've been craving this for the past couple of days, but I can't leave the hotel and there are no dessert shops open. Qu Yanci turned around and watched her eat while he was on the phone.

The little girl's cheeks puffed out slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes relaxed as she ate something delicious, her eyes shining brightly.

After he finished the call, Shen Guining smiled and asked, "How did you know I wanted to eat these?"

Qu Yanci put away his phone. "Didn't you say that yourself on the phone?"

Shen Guining was a little confused. "I said it?"

She didn't remember at all.

Qu Yanci sat down next to her and reminded her, "Drink the ginger tea."

Shen Guining hadn't finished her second egg tart when she turned to him and asked, "Do you want to try some? It's really delicious."

Qu Yanci's voice was very calm, "I don't eat desserts."

"Okay." Shen Guining finished the last two bites, wiped her hands clean with a tissue, and picked up the ginger tea on the table to drink.

Qu Yanci had come temporarily, putting aside his work. He didn't stay long; he had breakfast with her and then left for a business trip to Germany, which would last about a week.

Shen Guining went back to bed to rest.

Several colleagues came to ask her to go out for lunch at noon.

Someone with sharp eyes noticed that Shen Guining's lips were a little red and swollen, and asked without thinking, "Guining, what happened to your mouth? Did you have an allergic reaction to something you ate?"

The others also turned their gazes in that direction.

An experienced person could tell at a glance, "This doesn't look like an allergy; it looks like it's been swollen from being kissed."

Shen Guining subconsciously pursed her lips, a blush creeping up her ears.

Qu Yanci, before leaving, even pulled her aside and kissed her for ten minutes.

Lou Jingshu looked surprised. "Huh? You have a boyfriend?"

Shen Guining didn't deny it, "Mm."

She didn't deliberately mention that she had a boyfriend, but she also didn't intentionally hide it.

"Who is it? Do we know each other? Are you from our theater?"

"How does he look? Is he tall and handsome?"

Several people gathered around Shen Guining and started gossiping.

“Not from our theater,” she said.

His colleagues were still curious, "When are you going to bring it out so we can see it?"

"He is quite busy with work and often travels for business."

Shen Guining put it tactfully, but Qu Yanci wasn't just busy; he was extremely busy.

She doesn't usually eat with him.

Surprisingly, most of their communication took place in bed.
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After the typhoon passed, the weather returned to normal, and flights gradually resumed.

I returned to Beijing three days later than originally planned.

In early April, the preliminary results of the Golden Tripod Award were released.

Lou Jingshu received the news from the troupe leader and immediately informed Shen Guining, saying eagerly, "Guining, your work has been selected!"

"Really?" Shen Guining looked at her in surprise.

Lou Jingshu nodded, "Of course it's true. I just asked the team leader for leave and happened to see the list of selected members on her desk!"

Only three people from the entire dance troupe were selected, one of whom was Shen Guining. The other two were dancers with extensive competition experience.

Shen Guining unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, "Looks like I'm pretty lucky."

Lou Jingshu corrected, "What luck? You have the ability and you work hard!"

Everyone in the troupe can see that she is very serious about dance. Whether it is rehearsal or formal performance, she tries her best to do her best.

"Then you need to start preparing for the final dance." Lou Jingshu leaned against the dressing table. "The troupe is so busy right now, do you have time?"

Shen Guining thought for a moment, "Let's try to coordinate. If it really doesn't work, the dance troupe will have to ask for leave."

The most important thing right now is to prepare for the competition, which is held every two years. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until the year after next.

Lou Jingshu joked, "If you stop acting, won't the audience be halved?"

Shen Guining was amused, "It's not that exaggerated."