Yi Qingju woke up at the point in her recitation of The Art of War where she had left off.
Feeling the softness beneath her, she lifted up the covers to take a look, then relaxed upon seeing Xiao Jiji.
"What's the matter, host?" Xiao Jiji poked his head out.
Only then did Yi Qingju notice there was now a large, transparent water tank that resembled a miniature ecological garden, looking rather extravagant.
The resident within was a green bean-eyed turtle with a silly appearance.
Seeing her look his way, Xiao Jiji squinted his eyes, "Looks nice, doesn't it? This was a gift from the God of Wealth. Being a rich family's turtle feels great, heh heh!"
Yi Qingju said, "You've gotten accustomed to that title quickly."
"Nothing happened last night, right? Like any drunken debauchery, drunken romance, uncontrollable urge to embrace and kiss each other or anything else scandalous?"
She looked at Xiao Jiji nervously.
Xiao Jiji happily swam a few laps in the small pool before poking his head above the water, "Don't worry, host. You're overthinking things."
"Romantic developments like that could never happen to you, especially not while drunk."
Yi Qingju was completely relieved, "Thank goodness, you scared me. I'd be chopped to pieces if I dared defile Qi Weiran."
"Though you did ride on the God of Wealth's neck and sing 'A Man Must Fight' twice."
Yi Qingju instantly stiffened.
"A Man Must Fight...?"
Xiao Jiji reminded, "Twice."
Yi Qingju stared blankly at the ceiling, "Hasn't my character been completely ruined? When the time comes, can I explain that I've killed yesterday's me?"
Xiao Jiji shook his head, "Don't worry, host. When under alcohol's influence, instead of worrying about your character, getting drunk and still keeping your original personality is what would be out-of-character!"
Yi Qingju nodded, "You make a good point."
After that, she got up to check the time, "Wow, it's only six. It's not too late to go to the company."
"Wake up, host. Today is Saturday," Xiao Jiji said.
Yi Qingju instantly laid back down.
"It's Saturday today." Enjoying the crispy exterior of toast paired with soy milk, Qi Weiran, who had been happily watching the morning news, said to the person on the other end of his phone call.
Wan Sui was barely holding himself together, "Sir, I know today is Saturday, but this matter is very important and requires your personal presence on site."
If not for the high pay, who would be willing to work overtime on a big Saturday like this?
"I understand, twenty minutes."
After hanging up the call, his entire aura visibly darkened.
Seeing this, Auntie Zhang said, "It's very windy today outside. Let me grab a coat for you, Sir."
Glancing at the gloomy weather, he nodded and also instructed, "Bring me the bag I left on my office desk as well."
Auntie Zhang acknowledged.
After putting on the coat and handing him the bag, Auntie Zhang smiled, "This is the gift the Madam gave you last night, correct?"
Qi Weiran openly admitted, "Yes."
"While the Madam's feelings for you are definite, you should also take more initiative, Sir. You're already sleeping in the same room, so try to have a child by the end of the year!"
Qi Qingju: "Mm."
He couldn't bring himself to explain that the other party slept on the floor, so having a child was impossible. His skin wasn't thick enough for that.
...
In a dark room, a disheveled, unshaven man crouched in front of a machine with his fingers flying across the small keyboard.
The sudden ringing of his phone made him flinch.
"Qi Weiran has gotten into the car."
The man's eyes lit up, "Got it. I'll send the money to you shortly."
It had been days since he sold off that plaster figurine containing hidden weapons, and he had finally waited for this day.
"Just as I expected, it was a gift for Qi Weiran..."
"The business genius of this generation dies in a car crash. Hahahaha, my time is finally coming!"
...
Once in the car, thinking of that person's dead drunk appearance last night, Qi Weiran shamelessly hooked the corners of his lips since no one else was in the car.
Then, he took the bag and brought out the box containing the plaster figurine.
Reaching out to touch those amber eyes that matched his own, Qi Weiran pictured Yi Qingju's focused appearance as she slowly painted the figurine in his mind.
She was more talented than she appeared.
Not only could she make plaster figurines, but also sing A Man Must Fight.
Just as he was thinking this, the originally smooth driving car suddenly shook violently.
Old Liu had worked for the Qi family for years and situations like these had never happened before. Qi Weiran's first reaction was—
Something was wrong.
Inconspicuously hugging Hello Qi Weiran tightly, his expression unchanged, he fished out a gun from a crevice beneath the seat.
Sure enough, after another bout of violent shaking, the car completely stopped.
Coarse, impatient voices came from outside, "Get out! Get out quickly—!"
Gun in hand, Qi Weiran calmly exited the car.
The two masked men's exposed brows and eyes glared fiercely at Qi Weiran.
Qi Weiran raised a brow, "Just the two of you?"
When had he fallen to the point where instead of being assassinated by an entire gang, now there were only two people after his life?
One of them laughed a few times, "You didn't bring bodyguards today. The two of us is enough to take your life."
In fact, it was only because their employer in Northeast China was stingy, so there were only the two of them.
The fierce look in Qi Weiran's eyes revealed a hint of disinterest.
In the blink of an eye, the two men who had been standing not too far away suddenly pounced towards him.
And in a certain dark room, the man looked at the screen where the small red dot was gradually overlapping with his marked location. He pressed the button in his hand.
Here it is! There was a river next to them. As long as Qi Weiran died with the car falling into the river, it would look like a perfect accident!
Qi Weiran, who was about to deal with the two fools before him, took out his gun from his jacket but before he could raise it—
The Hello Qi Weiran he held in his left hand suddenly became scalding hot. Only then did he react that he had brought it along with him.
Seeing Qi Weiran spacing out, the two secretly delighted men immediately swung their knives towards Qi Weiran's shoulders—
At this critical moment, amber eyes of this toy that the two men had secretly ridiculed suddenly emitted a golden glow!
With a 'pew pew', two lasers shot straight out from the plaster figurine's eyes, penetrating the two men's abdomens.
With the burning smell, the two men fell to the ground, completely dead.
Qi Weiran: "......"
He didn't remember the technology in this world had advanced to such an extent.
Hearing no sound, Old Liu skillfully dialed 110 and 120 before coming over. Seeing the two corpses with big holes in their stomachs, he froze.
"They're...dead!" Eyes wide, he continuously retreated.
Qi Weiran had just thought, 'Old Liu has followed me for so long. How could he possibly be afraid of dead bodies?' when the next second—
"Ah, then my calling 120 was pointless." He frowned, looking regretful.
Wasting phone bills!
Qi Weiran: "......"
Before Yi Qingju appeared, he never knew everyone around him could be more preposterous than the last.
