The man in the distance saw Weisheng Biehe's movement and let out a low scream, "Ah! He's opening the love note I left!"
His best friend muttered, "...I hope he doesn't get disgusted and throw up."
Weisheng Biehe glanced around to ensure no one was watching, then gently unfolded the note. A rainbow of colorful words appeared before his eyes—
"Biehe, I love you. I love your cold, piercing eyes, your fingers as they twirl the prayer beads, your strong body beneath that suit, your perfect butt, and those long legs!"
"I want to kiss you—your mole at the corner of your mouth, the Adam's apple on your neck. I want to passionately make out with you in the bathroom, to see your cold eyes turn red with desire because of me, to hear you gasp my name, to make you love me so much it drives you crazy!"
"You won’t know who I am, but please know that I love you. I’ve always loved you! I’ll love you for ten thousand years!!!"
"Love, Q [Heart][Heart]"
Weisheng Biehe: "...?"
His best friend, observing him, went pale: "Oh no, he’s frozen. I bet Weisheng Biehe is already racking his brain, trying to figure out who this disgusting Q is."
Weisheng Biehe tucked the note into his pocket and started walking in a specific direction.
His best friend was stunned: "Where is he going?!"
The man bit his lower lip, starting to worry: "No way, he doesn’t actually think it’s from another Q, does he? What do I do now?"
The best friend began to panic: "Let’s follow him and see if we can salvage this mess."
They trailed Weisheng Biehe as he walked straight to Qiao Chuchu, seemingly intending to speak directly to her. But after hesitating for a moment, he picked up a glass of champagne and pretended to sip casually.
The man looked at Qiao Chuchu’s profile: "Who’s that? Does her name have a Q in it?"
The best friend turned pale, her hand trembling as she covered her mouth: "Oh no... Qiao..."
The man: "? Qiao?"
The best friend’s face changed dramatically, and she slapped his arm hard: "Qiao Chuchu! The eighth daughter of the Pei Family, the beloved Qiao Chuchu!"
The man’s face instantly turned green!
The best friend felt like crying: "Why did you have to leave just the initial? Your last name is Qi, hers is Qiao—you’re both Q, that damn Q!!"
She jumped up to hit him: "You being shameless is one thing, but now you’ve dragged Qiao Chuchu into this!"
The man pouted, feeling aggrieved: "What do we do now? Should I just confess?"
The best friend paused, suddenly calming down: "Wouldn’t we both be blacklisted by the Wei Sheng Family? And if we offend both the Qiao and Wei Sheng Families, will our parents still get any benefits from them? Can they still do business with the Qiao Family? Our moms would kill us!"
The man froze, locking eyes with his best friend.
Both fell silent.
Then, they linked arms.
In perfect sync, they turned and walked away.
Weisheng Biehe, after rubbing the note between his fingers for a long time, finally made a decision.
Even though Qiao Chuchu called him an idiot in her heart, she had sent him such an impassioned note.
He had to clarify things.
He spoke up: "Miss Qiao."
Qiao Chuchu turned around, her gaze first landing on his chest, noting his height, before looking up at his face.
Weisheng Biehe reached into his pocket: "Is this note from you..."
He looked up, meeting Qiao Chuchu’s gaze, and suddenly found himself speechless.
Qiao Chuchu was wearing a vintage haute couture gown from 1996, a black mermaid dress that hugged her figure perfectly, with lace trim that seemed to envelop her in a soft, misty aura.
Her usually loose, reddish-brown hair was tied up in a bun, with a few strands framing her forehead.
Her dewy eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked at him without hesitation.
She looked like the morning mist in a temple—a natural, ethereal beauty.
Weisheng Biehe suddenly felt as though something had kicked his heart, and his voice disappeared along with it.
Qiao Chuchu, after a moment of confusion, raised her eyebrows in delight: "Are you Weisheng Biehe?"
Weisheng Biehe nervously twisted his prayer beads, his other hand secretly clenching the note, his tone calm: "Yes, it’s me."
Qiao Chuchu smiled brightly: "Happy birthday, Mr. Weisheng!"
Weisheng Biehe’s heart fluttered, and he quickly lowered his eyes: "Thank you."
Qiao Chuchu shyly touched her head: "I sent a small gift. I hope you’ll like it. When you see it, please don’t be disappointed."
Weisheng Biehe stiffly replied: "I won’t."
He turned to leave, feeling as though he was walking on clouds, his steps uneven.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
[Why does this Biehe guy seem a bit limpy? Does he have a bad foot? Is he lame?]
Weisheng Biehe suddenly walked steadily!
Qiao Chuchu: "?"
[Guess he’s not lame, just had a numb foot.]
Weisheng Biehe returned to the second floor, pressing himself against the door, his hands furiously twisting his prayer beads.
He was practically grinding sparks out of them!
Weisheng Huailing walked out of the inner room in a black suit, his silver hair styled into a mature slicked-back look. He was surprised to see him: "What are you doing here?"
Biehe snapped back to reality, standing straight, a bit flustered: "This is my house. Why can’t I be here?"
Huailing tilted his head, glancing at his prayer beads: "Did you kill someone?"
Weisheng Biehe: "?"
Huailing gestured: "Why else would you be twisting those beads like you’re trying to perform a funeral rite?"
Biehe choked, quickly hiding the beads.
Huailing found it strange but wasn’t curious about his private life and walked past him.
Weisheng Biehe stopped him: "What are you doing?"
Weisheng Huailing said seriously: "I’m going to find Qiao Chuchu. Isn’t she here?"
Weisheng Biehe quickly gestured: "She’s not here."
Huailing: "?"
Weisheng Biehe decisively closed the door: "I’ll let you know when she arrives."
With that, he walked out, took out a spare key, and locked the door.
Weisheng Huailing, watching the lock turn: "..."
Weisheng Wenzhan walked out, adjusting his watch, and patted his brother’s shoulder: "What’s going on?"
Weisheng Huailing turned around, signing: "Fourth brother locked the door."
Weisheng Wenzhan: "? Why did he lock it?"
Weisheng Lin and Weisheng Yucan walked out of the inner room, their faces darkening at the sight.
Weisheng Lin, known for his temper, snapped: "What’s his problem? It’s his birthday, and he’s locking his siblings upstairs?"
Weisheng Wenzhan pulled out his phone: "I’ll call someone to unlock it."
Weisheng Huailing stopped his phone: "Don’t!"
Weisheng Wenzhan was puzzled.
Huailing said seriously: "I think he killed someone. Otherwise, why would he be so nervous?"
Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"
Weisheng Lin: "?"
Weisheng Yucan’s eyes sparkled, and she chuckled softly.
The three brothers looked at her: "What are you laughing at?"
She laughed heartily, giving Huailing a meaningful look: "Let’s listen to little fifth brother. It’s Biehe’s birthday today, so he’s the boss."
Weisheng Huailing nodded vigorously: "Exactly!"
Yucan smiled sweetly: "Little fifth brother is so thoughtful~"
Huailing smiled warmly: "I always respect my family’s needs."
Yucan’s smile deepened, murmuring to herself: "Yes, as long as you don’t regret it later."
