The white fox mask in his hand was carved with patterns of roses, very suitable for the young lady in front of him with crimson flower petals clinging to her hair. Qi Weiran never stinted on compliments for beauty.
Especially since this silhouette was also so familiar that he could not control his increasingly scorching breath.
Seeing her unmoving, Qi Weiran was about to speak again-
He only saw the woman in front of him suddenly squat down, her long hair sliding down to her chest as she moved, exposing that section of fair neck to the air, making it difficult to shift one's gaze away.
"Eight months pregnant, my husband physically abused me, my evil mother-in-law taunted and ridiculed me, my best girlfriend even tried to seduce my husband at my house, countless times of enduring only brought intensified retaliation, I can't bear it anymore and have no need to continue enduring."
"You just need to put down the mask and ignore me, then you can listen to my revenge plan."
Finally, she raised her deliberately lowered voice again and added, "Thank you, uncle."
Qi Weiran: "......"
Being called uncle at twenty-six, promising prospects.
Yi Qingju covered her wildly beating heart, did you think she didn't want to run?
She wanted to, but running away would be tantamount to plastering the words 'this woman has issues' in bold.
Qi Weiran, you're not interested in women, hurry up and go, go quickly.
In prayer, she heard a rustling sound, very light, followed by the sound of footsteps going from near to far.
After the footsteps had completely faded away, she used her hair to cover her face and peeked back over her shoulder.
No one was there.
Only the white mask lay quietly on the lawn, next to a vibrant, alluring red rose.
Yi Qingju picked up the flower: "Tsk, tsk, look what I discovered?"
"Evidence of Qi Weiran flirting."
After carefully looking and finding no thorns, she ostentatiously tucked the flower behind her ear, then walked forward, thinking to bring the mask along as well.
Just as her hands went to tie the ribbons, a hand suddenly reached out from the bushes next to her and grabbed Yi Qingju's arm.
Along with some falling leaves and the mask landing on the ground again with a soft thud.
The path regained its tranquility.
The shriek was abruptly cut off when she was caught off guard by that pair of amber eyes.
The man wore a black mask, only revealing those beautifully shaped lips with a lip stud in the middle and the sharp, distinct lines of his chin.
Yi Qingju thought this was utterly futile, unless Qi Weiran was wearing color contacts, no one would fail to recognize those eyes.
Seeing her stare wide-eyed and blankly at him, the red rose at her ear swayed precariously in the wind, the blush on the face of the person before him like fresh lychee, his nose like goose fat, it seemed that lingering here too long had also caused her to be tainted with the strong fragrance of the blooming flowers.
Qi Weiran's eyes softened, he suddenly wanted to kiss her very much.
[I'm done for, found out]
[Exposed in front of Qi Weiran, how is this any different from shitting in public?]
Qi Weiran: "......."
Thank you, sober in an instant.
And he had said that sentence before too, but with more refined wording.
"Sir....sir." Yi Qingju immediately switched back to little white rabbit mode.
Qi Weiran released her wrist, glancing at the already reddened skin, his gaze faltered for a moment before withdrawing.
"Husband's domestic violence?"
The seemingly casual four words made the person in front of him tremble slightly.
"Mother-in-law's cold ridicule?"
With each sentence he spoke, he moved closer to her by a step.
"Your best girlfriend seduced your husband, countless endurance in exchange for your intensified retaliation...."
By the time Qi Weiran was only a fist's distance away from her, Yi Qingju was nearly in tears.
[Your memory really doesn't need to be this good, if I punch you now, could you get amnesia?]
Clearly Qi Weiran would not give her this chance. His fingers flirtatiously hooking her chin, he said in a cold tone the last sentence completely inconsistent with his image.
"You just need me to put down the mask and ignore you, then I can listen to your revenge plan?"
Yi Qingju was utterly ashamed and angry, why didn't the OOC system roll out now!?
Seeing the person's face slowly magnify before her, Yi Qingju's pupils involuntarily constricted.
It can't be....Qi Weiran wouldn't actually....
A flash of green suddenly swept past before her eyes, followed by the strong alcohol fragrance mixed with the smell of burning wood moving away from her.
Qi Weiran's fingertips were pinching a squirming bug, his expression blank as he flicked the small creature away.
Flick—away.
Then the man calmly said, "There was a bug in your bangs."
Yi Qingju: "......."
"So before listening to the revenge plan, shouldn't you first explain to me why you're here?"
He crossed his arms and stood still, eyes downcast, casting a shadow on his profile, paired with the dark red brooch on his chest, like an aloof and arrogant noble from ancient times, using only those amber eyes to bewitch people to indulge and lose themselves in him.
Yi Qingju lowered her eyes, looking slightly innocent, tears clinging to her lashes as her mind raced to think of excuses and strategies.
Seeing that she had no intention of telling the truth, Qi Weiran spoke again: "Or should I address you as—"
"Miss Qi?"
Yi Qingju abruptly raised her head, if not for the two-year persona restricting her, she would have blurted out "Damn" directly.
With just a name, she understood that Qi Weiran already knew everything.
"You do conceal it deeply." His voice carried anger.
He had underestimated her. He thought the morning glory vine that he could keep nurturing would actually do such a big thing behind his back.
"Mr. Qi!? Are you here?"
Suddenly shouts came from across the bushes.
Yi Qingju took the opportunity to speak up, "Sir, someone is looking for you."
Sure enough, her voice directly attracted the person over.
A man in a suit walked over, first relieved to see Qi Weiran, then surprised to observe the overly close distance between him and the woman behind.
"What's the matter?"
Before the other could see Yi Qingju's face, Qi Weiran stepped forward to completely block her from view.
"Mr. Qi, President Zhou is asking you to join him for a drink."
Seeing this protective stance, the man was stunned for a second before answering.
But he thought to himself, the rumors really are false, how could someone so young abstain from women, look, I've caught him red-handed stealing a bite.
If the Qi family's wife found out about this, she would definitely rush over here to scratch this woman's face.
Imagining this scene, he secretly looked forward to it a little.
