Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 91 No need to waste time on me

It's hard to get a taxi on rainy days.

It's not easy to find a driver to take your order, but you still have to wait for more than ten minutes.

Traffic was congested, and in the rain, the scarlet taillights of cars stretched out in a blur, obscuring the view.

The sound of rain was dense, mixed with the occasional honking of horns, creating a noisy environment.

Chen Qingqing complained, "This rain really comes down without warning."

Shen Guining looked down at her phone. The driver was still stuck in traffic. "Let's go buy an umbrella first, otherwise we'll get wet when we get out of the car."

Chen Qingqing nodded. Just then, her phone rang, and she answered it.

After saying a few words, she hung up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ningning, I won't be going back to school today. Someone is coming to pick me up..."

Shen Guining understood. "It's alright, you can go ahead."

Chen Qingqing explained, "I didn't know my boyfriend would come to pick me up."

"It's okay, I can go back by myself."

"My partner has an umbrella in his car. You can take one with you later. You don't need to go out and buy one."

Shen Guining didn't refuse, "Okay."

Chen Qingqing's boyfriend arrived quickly, holding an umbrella to greet her at the restaurant entrance, giving the extra umbrella to Shen Guining.

"We'll be going now, bye-bye." Chen Qingqing waved.

"Goodbye."

Shen Guining watched as the young couple embraced under one umbrella, their figures fading from view.

For a moment, I really missed Qu Yanci.

Unfortunately, he wasn't there.

Suddenly, he recalled that when they first met last year, on the street near the Central Building, she was squatting helplessly by the roadside in the rain, and Mr. Qu asked someone to bring her an umbrella.

At that time, I never dared to imagine that I would get involved with him and end up with him.
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Beijing.

As night falls, Wangfujing Street is brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Luxury cars frequently come and go.

The Cui family is holding a birthday banquet here today. Guests have gathered, and the banquet hall is filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and toasts.

Qu Yanci presented a birthday gift to Old Master Cui on behalf of the Qu family, saying, "My grandmother is unwell, and my grandfather is unable to come in person to celebrate your birthday. Please forgive him."

Grandpa Cui expressed his understanding, saying, "It's alright, Ms. Tan's health is the most important thing."

"Wishing you good health and longevity, and many more years like this." Qu Yanci said politely, "I won't bother you any longer, farewell."

Grandpa Cui glanced at his granddaughter, "Yingying, see Yan Ci off."

Qu Yanci politely declined, saying, "No need to see me off, you're busy."

Cui Manying quickly replied, "I don't have anything to do anyway."

With other guests present, Qu Yanci didn't want to embarrass the girl in public, so he didn't say anything more.

Cui Manying gently lifted her skirt and walked out with him.

The crisp sound of high heels on the ground mingled with the steady footsteps of leather shoes.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason. She glanced at the man beside her several times out of the corner of her eye, trying to find a topic to talk about, "There are quite a lot of guests today. If there is anything we haven't done well in terms of hospitality, please don't take it to heart, Brother Yanci."

"will not."

At the door, Qu Yanci asked her to stay.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Cui Manying clenched her fists, mustered her courage, and called out to him, "Brother Yanci."

Qu Yanci stopped in his tracks.

Cui Manying looked up at him and asked in a low voice, "Did I do something wrong that made you dislike me?"

Qu Yanci replied in a detached tone, "Not at all."

"Then why..." Cui Manying paused, feeling a little embarrassed to say these words, being a girl after all, "Why can't you give me a chance? Or what are your requirements for a partner? You can tell me..."

Qu Yanci interrupted her, "Miss Cui, there's nothing wrong with you, but I already have someone I like, so there's no need to waste my time on me."

Cui Manying froze, her throat feeling as if something was blocking it, a sour and unbearable sensation.

He has someone he likes.

His words kept echoing in my ears.

The driver was already waiting by the roadside.

Qu Yanci strode away. Cui Manying stood there, dejected, watching the Maybach drive away, her eyes slightly red.

Until someone called out to her, "Yingying, what's wrong?"

Cui Manying turned around, her voice low, "Second Brother."

Cui Qingyu observed her expression. "Who upset you?"

Unable to suppress her sadness, Cui Manying's voice was slightly nasal as she said, "He said he has someone he likes."

She didn't understand what was wrong with her, why she wasn't even given a chance to interact with her.

Cui Qingyu knew long ago that his younger sister liked Qu Yanci.

"Yingying, their relationship won't last."

Cui Manying was taken aback. "Why?"

She pressed further, "Do you know who Yan Ci likes?"

Cui Qingyu: "The second young lady of the Shen family in Hong Kong Island."

I saw him at the charity auction dinner in New York last time.

Cui Manying remembered, "Shen Guining?"

“The Shen family is not a match for the Qu family. Dating and marriage are two different things,” Cui Qingyu comforted her. “Only you and Qu Yanci are a perfect match.”
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Shen Guining had just come out of the bathroom when she received Qu Yanci's video call.

I had just taken a shower, but my hair wasn't dry yet, so it was covered by a hair drying cap.

Qu Yanci looked at her through the screen, "Aren't you going to blow-dry your hair?"

Shen Guining kicked off her slippers, lay down on the bed, feeling a little lazy. "I'll rest for a bit."

My hair is so long, it takes me half an hour to blow-dry it.

Qu Yanci sat at his desk, fiddling with a cigarette case in his hand. "So tired?"

Shen Guining turned to look out the window; the glass was covered in watermarks. "It rained tonight."

"Are you wet?"

"Ah."

The rain was so heavy that the umbrella couldn't keep out the rain, and I still got soaked.

What she really meant was that everyone else had a boyfriend to pick them up.

He swallowed the words back, laughing at his own naivety and ignorance. He was busy with work in Beijing; how could he possibly be by her side all the time?

"Boil some ginger tea and drink it, so you don't get sick," Qu Yanci instructed.

"Okay." Shen Guining rested her chin on the pillow, and seeing the cigarette in his hand, asked, "Are you going to smoke again?"

"Again?" Qu Yanci seized on her words. "Did I smoke a lot?"

Shen Guining recalled that he seemed to really rarely smoke when she was around.

His cigarettes and cigars were custom-made, with a very mild tobacco flavor that wasn't unpleasant.

"I just want to remind you that smoking is bad for your lungs, so try not to smoke if you can avoid it."

Qu Yanci parted his thin lips slightly: "Now you're starting to control me?"

Shen Guining denied it, saying, "No, I was just offering a well-intentioned suggestion."

"I'll listen to you." Qu Yanci put down his cigarette case. "Go dry your hair and go to bed early."

"I can't sleep." She's not sleepy right now.

Qu Yanci stared intently, his voice low and slightly deep, "You've been thinking about it?"

Having been together for so long, Shen Guining instantly understood what he meant, her face flushed as she scolded him, "You're the one who wants to."

Unexpectedly, he readily admitted, "Yes, I do want to."

The man's face was calm, but his eyes were deep and dark, as if they could pull someone in at any moment.

Somehow, it ended up turning into a scene where everyone's heart was racing and their faces were flushed.

"Don't hang up the video, I want to watch you." His voice was hoarse, suppressing his low breaths.

Shen Guining was going crazy and subconsciously brought her legs together.

Even though I hadn't done anything, a fine ring of sweat appeared on my forehead, and my body felt hot.

On the screen, his shirt was neatly pressed, and the buttons were fastened meticulously, revealing an dignified and refined demeanor ingrained in his very being.

But what he's doing now is clearly not... proper at all.