Qi Shaobai turned around in confusion. He saw the woman he had met at the airport walking towards him excitedly.
"It's really you! I recognized your back right away."
A question mark slowly emerged on Qi Shaobai's head: ?
Do we know each other well?
Qu Hui put on the casual smile she had honed in the business world and started to get familiar with him:
"Shaobai, you look just like your dad when he was young - handsome and eye-catching among the crowd. Auntie recognized you right away."
When Qi Shaobai was not smiling, he naturally looked unfriendly. He felt very uncomfortable with the sudden enthusiasm and looked even more annoyed.
Because his dad knew the former president of the Tangxin Group, he could not directly walk away. He reluctantly pulled up the corners of his lips as a response.
Seeing his expression soften, Qu Hui's smile grew even wider. She wrapped her mink coat tighter and sat down on the bench, chatting eagerly:
"Shaobai, let's exchange WeChat? If you are not familiar with Shen city or don't know where to go, auntie can be your guide."
"I'm an old friend of your dad. I see you as my own son."
Qi Shaobai moved a little further away from her to keep some distance.
"No need. If I want to know these things, my dad's assistant and our butler at home can prepare a list for me anytime. Don't trouble yourself."
Qu Hui's smile froze.
She had wanted to get close to Qi Mo through his son, and also prepare for her future marriage into the Qi family and getting along with her stepson. She didn't expect this 17-year-old boy to be a tough nut to crack.
"Ha ha ha~" Qu Hui concealed her embarrassment with a smile. "Auntie grew up in Shen city. I definitely know more than those online travel guides. By the way, where are you guys planning to go play tomorrow?"
Qi Shaobai had his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant. "Don't know."
He had seen too many young ladies trying to get close to him with various excuses, wanting to use him to climb up to his rich and powerful dad. He was very familiar with Qu Hui's fake enthusiasm.
He gave the most indifferent and brief replies to end the conversation as soon as possible.
Just as Qu Hui was about to change the topic to continue cracking this tough nut, Sheng Mumu came out of the souvenir shop holding a small shopping bag.
Seeing Qi Shaobai on the bench with someone else sitting next to him, she subconsciously asked:
"Huh, Qi Shaobai, you also have acquaintances in Shen city?"
Then she smiled at the "acquaintance":
"Hello."
After she spoke, the three of them fell silent for a moment, and the air froze briefly.
Qu Hui's smile became even more stiff. The words on the tip of her tongue stopped. She felt a sense of disrespect.
They had just met at the airport this morning. Why was she pretending not to recognize her?
Amid the awkward atmosphere, Qi Shaobai chuckled lightly to break the silence and looked mockingly at Sheng Mumu.
"I think you're the one who needs health supplements from Butler Zhang."
Sheng Mumu: "......"
She had to admit she was a little face blind.
Especially someone like Qu Hui wearing a mink coat, she really didn't recognize her for a moment. She had seen at least eight similar wealthy madams just in the souvenir shop earlier.
Qu Hui already had a natural dislike for Sheng Mumu. Now her resentment grew even more.
She really didn't understand why an outstanding man like Qi Mo would be interested in such an airhead.
After Sheng Mumu and Qi Shaobai left, Qu Hui was still annoyed.
Her belief grew even stronger.
Only she was the one truly worthy of Qi Mo.
Not only because she had taken over the Tangxin Group and could help him take his career to the next level and expand into the Shen city market.
More importantly, she knew his secret, she knew his true self.
*
The next day.
Qi Mo got up early and had a simple meeting with the resort management.
In the afternoon, he went to the ski resort with Sheng Mumu and Qi Shaobai.
The ski resort was a key attraction of the resort. It was built according to the highest standards from the start. Coming here this time was both for tourism and to inspect whether the facilities met the standards.
The cable car took the three up the slope.
Sheng Mumu came out of the locker room wearing a purple and white ski suit. Seeing the two Qi men who had already changed, her eyes suddenly lit up.
Qi Mo's skin was cold and pale. Against the steady burgundy ski suit, he looked even more handsome and eye-catching, disregarding everyone else.
Sheng Mumu generously praised: "You look really good in red. My aesthetic sense is spot on."
Qi Mo chuckled lightly without replying.
Meanwhile, Qi Shaobai, who had bundled himself up tightly with ski goggles, was not so calm. He still could not accept the fact that his ski suit was pink.
Sheng Mumu tapped her chin, examining the uncomfortable Qi Shaobai. She commented:
"Although not as handsome as your dad, you also look good. The pink makes you seem gentle."
Qi Shaobai: "Gentle?"
This description sounded like it was for a dog...
Sheng Mumu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She rubbed her hands excitedly and urged:
"Let's go, start skiing."
Qi Shaobai looked at his dad resentfully. His eyes clearly conveyed "Are you hearing her say human words?" But he found his dad wasn't even looking at him. He was holding his ski board in one hand and walking away.
Qi Shaobai paused, then hurried to catch up:
"Wait for me."
Sheng Mumu used to ski a little before, but not much. She only dared to choose gentler slopes to play on.
Qi Shaobai was young and athletic from playing basketball. Although it was his first time skiing, he picked it up quickly. After sliding down the gentle slope twice, he felt it wasn't thrilling enough and started challenging intermediate slopes.
What surprised Sheng Mumu the most was Qi Mo.
On the highest and steepest ski trail, a flash of red rushed down.
Qi Mo leaned to one side on his board, body relaxed, leaning forward slightly, posture casual yet handsome.
The ski board that Sheng Mumu couldn't control no matter what, became extremely obedient under Qi Mo's handling, flexibly changing direction as he adjusted his angle.
After just two runs, he had already attracted many fangirls and fanboys. They stopped skiing and stood by the side to watch.
As the red figure sped by, they couldn't make out who he was. They only felt he looked even better than celebrities on TV.
When they were waiting to see again, they saw him tuck his board under one arm and walk towards the gentle slope.
Sheng Mumu rushed down the not too high slope, snow splashing onto her face. She got a mouthful of wind.
After wiping the snow off her goggles, she saw Qi Mo standing at the side watching her, his eyes smiling.
"Why did you come here? You have so many fans waiting to see you."
Sheng Mumu walked up to him with smiling eyes and teased.
The man's eyes flickered slightly as he smiled. "Skiing alone is boring."
Sheng Mumu: "But don't people ski alone?"
Qi Mo: "Not necessarily."
Sheng Mumu: "?"
Qi Mo pointed with his eyes not far away and said slowly: "You can also ski like that."
She looked in the direction he indicated.
On the flat snowfield, couples were skiing in pairs.
One person sat on the board while the other held their shoulders and pushed them along.
Or the person sitting held the hand of the person in front and got pulled.
"Uh..." Sheng Mumu understood what he meant and slowly turned her head back, embarrassed.
Qi Mo raised his brow. "Want to try it?"
Sheng Mumu: "But...I'm afraid I can't pull you."
Qi Mo: "......"
