Chapter 6 Nacht saw her kissing another man. ...

Don't be reluctant.

There was a slight pause between each word, and there was a hint of aggression in the cold voice.

Say a lot of things but what do you want to express?

Quezhan faked a smile and silently scolded in his heart: Xie Xianshen, you are fucking sick.

He didn't make it clear what he meant, and she didn't have the time to guess.

Following Xie Xianshen's brief glance, Quezhan suddenly realized the innuendo in his words.

The corner of the Band-Aid on her ankle was tilted up because she forgot to take it off. It looked a little worn, which didn't match her graceful temperament of wearing a pure white shirt with a ribbon and a skirt.

She kept crossing her legs and didn't retract them. She laughed, "Old things are new and valuable before they become old."

"This doesn't seem to have much to do with the work we are going to discuss today, right?"

She didn't come here to engage in a tug-of-war today. Work was the most important thing. "What do you think, Mr. Xie?"

Xie Xianshen took the contract document and was browsing it. Quezhan clearly poked him with this point, but he didn't express his opinion and tacitly turned the page.

Work matters were advanced.

Quezhan stated that his job identity was the business director of Rokori's business department. RC was the main investor in Rokori's new product series project. The interests of both parties were unbalanced due to the mistakes of subordinate employees, which made Rokori inferior. From Rokori's perspective, this was obviously not acceptable.

The interest ratio between RC and Rokori had been agreed upon before Quezhan took over the project. It was not a one-time deal but took several rounds of negotiation before it was finalized. When RC received the contract and was about to sign and stamp it, it discovered that the benefits were several percentage points higher and thought it was a "gift" of sincerity from Rokori.

What Zuo Qian handed out when he left was the old contract document.

"It's really wrong to make such a low-level mistake in the contract."

Xie Xianshen picked up the black gold fountain pen and signed the new contract. When he lowered his head, it was impossible to tell what emotions were in his eyes: "It seems that we should always manage our subordinates well. If similar mistakes occur in the future, it will damage the image of Rokori."

Honest advice may be unpleasant to the ear, but what is unpleasant to the ear is not necessarily honest advice.

She automatically filtered out his words.

Regarding the contract, she anticipated that the other party might trip her up, but she thought she would have to spend more time talking to Xie Xianshen, but unexpectedly, it went very smoothly.

The work was done, and she did not linger for long.

She was in a good mood today. She unlocked her bag and took out the diamond brooch that she had picked up from her bag. She also placed it on the table. "This thing is yours, right? I picked it up. Now it is returned to its original owner."

Xie Xianshen lowered his eyes and his eyebrows moved slightly.

Quezhan saw it and explained clearly why this thing was in her hand, "We met at the airport a week ago."

That night a week ago, she was looking down at her phone in the airport terminal and didn't see anyone in front of her, so she accidentally bumped into him.

He glanced at her, expressionless, but noticed the abrasion on her wrist.

Now, the scuff patch is gone.

"I just happened to have the chance today. Actually, I really want to ask," Quezhan roughly recalled that night in his mind, and said: "Since we happened to meet at the airport that day, did you pick up my Red Queen?"

Men are not very interested in jewelry, and may not understand the name of the jewelry she said, and then added: "A bracelet."

"What law in the world stipulates that if you pick up my things, I must pick up yours." Xie Xianshen answered her question.

If there is no, there is no. You won’t die if you say these two words.

I had hoped it would be picked up.

Now she was sure that thirty million U.S. dollars had gone down the drain, but it didn’t matter, because she really liked the bracelet.

"Okay, Mr. Xie is busy." She had agreed to have dinner with Xun Ang at five o'clock, but Que Zhan was already thinking about which clothes to change into for the appointment. "I won't bother you."

Before she left the meeting room, Xie Xian Shen's words made her stop where she was.

"Now that we've dealt with work, let's talk about other things?"

"What other things?"

"Why do you want to distance yourself from the matter so badly?"

Xie Xianshen held the pen between his fingers. He controlled the strength intentionally and tapped the table twice, heavy at the beginning and light at the end. "Let's talk, but you always give me a slap in the face for no apparent reason."

As Xun Ang said, Scorpio is a vengeful person!

Que Dan turned around, her long straight black hair swaying in an arc with her movements, "I've already apologized."

"Do you think it will help?"

she was stuck.

Put yourself in her shoes. If she experienced something like this, or was suddenly slapped in the face, how could an apology settle the matter?

"What do you want?" Quezhan suddenly remembered the contract that had just been signed, "The contract has been signed, and Rokori's share of the interests will not be compromised."

"Public is public, and private is private. If I really wanted Rokori's few percent of the profits, I wouldn't have talked to you about this later."

Xie Xianshen really didn't want to mix public and private matters. Since it was a private matter, it should be resolved as a private matter.

"What you want to do is not decided yet."

The man stood up, and the sound of his steps resonating with the floor seemed to be connected with her. He said slowly and deeply: "I'll tell you when I think of it. Just consider it as someone who owes me a favor."

"I never owe anyone a favor." Quezhan stared at him and gritted his teeth.

Xie Xianshen indirectly understood what she meant, "So, I'm the first one."

A favor owed is like a hole that is not filled later.

Who knows how much trouble this will cause. She hates owing favors to others the most, especially when the circumstances are not explained.

"Xie Xianshen!"

Calling him Mr. Xie or President Xie were all too fake and pretentious. Calling him by his full name was a hundred times more comfortable. Quezhan couldn't help but ask back: "It's fun to play tricks on people, right? I don't have the heart to play these boring games with you. If you want to ask for a favor, just say it. Maybe I'll repay it when I'm in a good mood. If you really can't think of it, I don't mind repaying you in the same way."

He raised the corner of his lip imperceptibly.

Her angry expression gave him a new understanding of her.

"Before you meet your parents, please send me the preferences of the two elders." His tone was not an order, but a negotiation with her. "Then, let's write it off. What do you think?"

He still had some conscience.

But after thinking about this condition carefully, he became a little defensive, "Really?"

"If you don't mind me adding more, I can."

"I'll send it to you before 10 o'clock tonight. Your words are written off and you can't regret it."

In this way, no one owes anyone anything.

Feeling relaxed.

Quezhan was about to push the door and leave with her bag when Xie Xianshen called her, "Quezhan."

She was slightly startled because it was the first time she heard him call her name.

I turned around and asked him, "Anything else?"

"The marriage examination you mentioned will be held this weekend, remember to make time."

-

"What, you proposed a marriage examination?"

Xun Ang stopped drinking, put down his glass, crossed his arms on the table and looked at the lamp.

She didn't understand why she mentioned this.

If you want to check your physical health, you can choose a physical examination, but you don’t have to go for a marriage examination.

In fact, compared with physical examinations, marriage examinations have more extensive examination items, including physical examinations and medical history examinations, and also involve mental and psychological aspects.

Following a set of physical examination procedures, there are so many items to be checked and so many departments to visit.

But I find it troublesome.

Xun Ang found it difficult to change his fixed interpretation of the premarital examination. “Isn’t it just a superficial marriage? Is it necessary to go to so much trouble? Anyway

, it’s really impossible for you to do that.” He knew the meaning of the last two words: “Of course it is necessary.”

“Although we are nominal husband and wife, I should know the physical condition of the other person. If there is a problem, I will be disgusted and then consider changing someone.” “

This should be considered a manifestation of mysophobia.” Xun Ang concluded, his eyes turned, and said: “Then you have never thought that this premarital examination may be normal in your eyes, but in the eyes of others, the other party may think that you are determined to spend the rest of your life with him.”

“I’m doing it purely for myself.”

As for Xie Xian Shen, he couldn’t think so.

The wine glass was empty, but he poured himself some more.

She gently shook the wine glass, and the mellow red liquid circulated and tilted along the wall of the glass. The surface of the wine reflected her gentle side, her wildness hidden away.

Xun Ang couldn't help being moved when he saw her like this, and he came up with a bad idea: "If there is really a problem, who should we change? Meng Xie?"

"Are you setting a trap for me?"

Quezhan and Xun Ang grew up together, and she saw through what she meant by this, "You, me, and Meng Xie, do I need to say more about the friendship between the three of us?"

"It's strange to cover a marriage relationship with a friendship."

Quezhan and Meng Xie knew each other in junior high school, but Xun Ang didn't. He met Meng Xie in the same high school as Quezhan.

As far as Xun Ang knows, Meng Xie can be said to be the opposite-sex friend who has the closest relationship with Que Zan, and also the one with whom he has the best relationship.

When she was in college, she heard Quezhan mention that when she went to Meng Xie's school to look for someone, they were mistaken for boyfriend and girlfriend. No matter how she explained, whenever a similar situation occurred again, Quezhan would almost answer first: "Friends, we are friends."

But as a bystander, she was clear-headed.

Once, when Que Zhan was not present, Xun Ang asked Meng Xie if he had ever been in love, and took the opportunity to indirectly ask him if he had a girl he liked.

Her intention might be too obvious, he guessed it and replied that he only regarded Quezhan as a friend, and he has not met the one he has in mind yet, so there is no need to rush about relationship matters and he should let things take their course.

He joked that he might have been too demanding. He spoke in a light-hearted manner, but his eyes were deliberately avoiding something.

When people talk, their eyes don't lie.

She didn't think Meng Xie was telling the truth.

"What's so strange about this." Xun Ang helped her analyze the pros and cons of another option. "You also said that a superficial marriage has no feelings. It's better to find a friend than a stranger who you can only talk to three sentences. A friend can still care about you and talk to you."

There is a clue.

Quezhan's expression changed subtly, his eyes soaked in sake were full of tenderness, and he looked at her straight: "Angang, your little calculations are almost blowing my mind."

"..."

Xunang was calm, "I'm here to help you check. You said that choosing a marriage partner is such a big thing, and you told me only after you have chosen it."

"It's because my friends are too familiar with each other, so I want to find a complete stranger." Quezhan remembered that Meng Xie said they were just friends, and she never thought about it in other ways. If she thought too much, she would seem to be being sentimental.

After patiently explaining, she asked her in return: "According to your idea, if you were arranged to marry, would Meng Xie be left to you?"

"No." Xun Ang refused.

"What's wrong?"

"He hummed and you mumbled..."

The voice was so low and unclear.

From Quezhan's perspective, he thought Xunang was just mumbling casually and didn't hear a single word.

"Angang?"

A male voice suddenly interrupted, and his words were full of joy of finding someone, "It's really you, Anang."

As he spoke, the man from the voice strode towards them and grabbed Xunang's hand without any hesitation, "Baby, do you know how long I have been looking for you? I'm going crazy when I can't see you."

"Let me go!"

The cheating man appeared in front of her with a licking face. Xunang was disgusted and shook off his hand with her arm, "Zou Qi, if you touch me again, I will call the police."

The restaurant is a public place, and the scene made a lot of noise, which attracted the attention of other guests.

There were whispers and chatter.

Zou Qi didn't want to become a laughing stock in public, so he begged her in a low voice: "Angang, you blocked my phone and WeChat. I finally found you today. Can we go back and talk about it? I know I was wrong, and I can explain things slowly..."

"Zou Qi."

The person who he wanted to hit by mistake that day was standing in front of him, but he didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense. "Angang has already broken up with you. If you keep pestering her, do you want me to make it public in front of everyone that you were the one who cheated on her first?"

To deal with unreasonable people, just have the handle on them. It's not a big deal.

After two years of dating Xun Ang, Zou Qi knew that Quezhan did not have a very good impression of him. Her threat was tantamount to stepping hard on his face. Her eyes were as tough as ice, as if saying: Come and see this shameless clown.

He stopped pretending. She couldn't stand him, and he was the same. "Quezhan, don't think I'm afraid of you."

"For the past three months, Xunang has been ignoring me. If it wasn't you who instigated it, then who was it? I know you haven't stood up to me for a long time, and I never thought of asking you to stand up to me. You must be jealous of Xunang, because you don't have a boyfriend yourself, so you can't stand other people having a good relationship, right?!"

"You're crazy, Zou Qi, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Xunang knew Zou Qi's temper. He had a rather irritable personality, and if he really went crazy, it would be hard to control the situation.

She called the restaurant manager, "This man is intentionally disturbing public order, quickly let the security chase him away." "

Okay." The manager who came hurriedly didn't dare to breathe, and ordered the security to come over right away while holding the walkie-talkie.

The noise got louder.

"What evidence do you have to accuse me?"

Quezhan sneered disdainfully. Without caring whether the other party would reply or not, he stood up and said, "Zou Qi, this is the first time I've seen someone as shameless as you. You cheated on your wife..."

Zou Qi didn't listen at all. He was dissatisfied with Quezhan's attitude, and all the pressure that had been accumulated for a long time burst out at this moment. Seeing that she was about to expose his infidelity, he picked up the wine glass on the table and poured it on her.

Quezhan subconsciously turned sideways.

In the blurry peripheral vision, a tall and steady figure protected her in time, the wine splashed everywhere, and she was safe and sound in the absolutely safe area blocked by him.

"Zhanzhan, are you okay?" The person who came was Meng Xie.

Looking up, she finally saw his full appearance.

He was wearing a formal suit, his brows were solemn, he was breathing slightly, and he looked a little disheveled, as if he had rushed over from another important occasion.

-After

the farce, Que Zhan had already returned home.

On the other end of the phone, Xun Ang apologized to her for her ex-boyfriend's sudden madness and picking on her. She was her best friend and she felt bad about this happening.

"What are you apologizing for?"

Tag jumped into her arms. Que Zhan reached out to touch its little head. It was furry and soft to the touch, and all her bad mood was driven away. "It's not your fault. Don't think too much."

"Stay away from the scumbag and be single again. I'm so happy for you."

"Wow, I love you!"

During those three months, Xun Ang ignored Zou Qi because he was busy with work in the photo studio, and there was indeed a certain cooling-off period in the relationship. As a result, the unknown blame was suddenly thrown to Que Zhan.

If Zou Qi doesn't look for the reasons in his own problems, then he is nothing but a scumbag.

"My little baby, come here and let mommy see you." Quezhan put down her phone and rubbed little Tag back and forth with both hands, "You must not look for a partner like this in the future, okay?"

"Meow~"

Tag called out in a hoarse voice, as if replying to her.

"Then what kind are you looking for?"

"Of course I'm looking for..."

"Ding Dong."

The doorbell rang, and Quezhan went to open the door holding Tag. It was Meng Xie.

"Your things were left in the restaurant. I brought them here." The man handed her the things he had packed.

"The ribbon on the bag." Quezhan took it naturally and thanked him.

She was just about to move aside to let him in when Revival trotted over to them, wagging his tail. Seeing Meng Xie there, he barked excitedly to express his feelings.

Meng Xie has been raising these little guys for a month and already knows them very well.

Seeing Revival so excited, he touched its head to calm it down and asked Quezhan: "How long have you not taken it for a walk? It's a little anxious."

Quezhan laughed: "The number of times is pretty limited."

He has been busy at work these days and just wants to rest and recharge after get home from work.

Meng Xie said it was still early and they could go outside together to take the little ones for a walk.

He was holding Revival, while Zhan was holding the two cats. When the three little guys saw the outside world, they just wanted to have fun. Before they knew it, the two of them were brought to a square.

There were few people and no children in this open space, so the rope was let go to let the three little ones have fun.

As soon as the little ones were freed from the ropes, they let their nature run wild, rolling around and spinning in circles.

"How are your clothes? Can they be salvaged?" Quezhan asked Meng Xie.

The glass of wine he blocked for her was red wine. The bright red liquid covered a large area of ​​her back, so the possibility of saving her life was probably slim.

"It's just a piece of clothing. I can just customize it." Meng Xie didn't take it seriously and refused her offer to compensate for the loss of the dress.

I am quite grateful to him for this.

If he hadn't happened to have a dinner meeting with a client in that restaurant, he wouldn't have run into her by chance, let alone blocked the glass of wine for her.

She looked at the shimmering artificial lake in front of her and pretended to sigh, "I owe you another favor."

Hearing this, Meng Xie lowered his head and chuckled, "Zhanzhan."

"Huh?"

"Actually..."

They looked at each other, face to face, and the atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

It is the kind of silence that belongs only to them and cannot be disturbed by outsiders.

But this silence only lasted for a moment and disappeared.

Meng Xie continued with the following words: "Actually, there is no need to distinguish between you and me so clearly. We are friends."

The wind was a little strong in the evening, and Quezhan raised her hand to tidy up her hair. "Friends have to interact with each other too."

Speaking of owing favors, it brought back her memories of RC in the afternoon. "You know, I hate owing favors the most. He is a vengeful person...!"

"Who is the vengeful person?"

"Who else could it be, Xie Xianshen."

"Oh, right." Quezhan suddenly thought, "Meng Xie, you haven't told me how you two met, why don't you tell me?"

"You want to hear it?" "I

'm quite curious. Just think of it as a little story."

Before meeting Xie Xianshen, Meng Xie had heard of this big shot, the eldest son of the Xie family, one of the top wealthy families in Beijing. Almost everyone in the circle knew him.

Their real meeting and opposition originated from the international elite investment and trading competition jointly organized by the two well-known universities.

The contestants were divided into groups for selection and evaluation. Xie Xianshen and Meng Xie were representatives of each school, but they were in different groups and were consuls of two different groups. The two teams defeated their peers and took the lead from the preliminary round to the final. At the final, all spectators chose their teams based on their own positions. When the results of each game were announced, the two teams were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell which was better.

In the final round, Xie Xianshen's team far exceeded the required transaction amount and won the championship after comprehensive evaluation of market prospects, risk assessment, and operational strategies.

That final was a "historic scene" of the competition between the two universities. The moment everyone saw the result of the game, there were loud cheers.

They are rivals and enemies, but not friends.

Perhaps, with that game as the prologue, fate had already been predetermined.

"You're not going to use this to laugh at me, are you?"

Meng Xie rarely lost in any competition, no matter what aspect.

"How could that be." Quezhan really treated it as a little story. "No wonder you said you were going to the United States for two months. It turns out you were going to Harvard to compete."

"I was in closed training for a period of time before the competition and didn't have time to tell you."

As he said that, he unlocked his phone and opened the photo album. He did this for no other purpose but to let her know more about his life. "Let me show you the photos of me during training."

He flipped through the photos one by one, there were trivial anecdotes, campus scenes, and Quezhan saw a bronze statue of a great man standing in the corner of a photo. He told Meng Xie with a faint smile, "This statue looks familiar. I remember you have the same one in your school."

"This is..." She paused.

The photo slides to a large group photo with many unfamiliar faces, but somehow, I found Xie Xianshen at first glance.

Meng Xie explained that this was a group photo taken after the game, with all the participating teams together.

However, she seemed not to hear him, her eyes fixed on...that person.

Quezhan was looking at Xie Xianshen.

There is quite a contrast between him wearing a suit and uniform in college and him now.

There is one thing in common.

Just pretend, pretend to death.

"She is looking at you." Quezhan discovered something new and reminded Meng Xie.

In the photo, there are two female students in Meng Xie's team. One of them has blonde hair and blue eyes, with bright blue pupils flashing, like a human Barbie.

Her eyes were looking to her right, across the crowd, where Meng Xie was.

"She is my teammate, Winni."

She is a beautiful lady.

Seeing Meng Xie's slow explanation, Que Zhan thought that their relationship should be more than just a simple teammate.

She didn't ask much, she wasn't such a gossipy person.

But when I think about it, they are friends indeed, and she seems to have never asked about his relationship affairs once.

"Don't your family members urge you?"

"What?" Meng Xie didn't understand.

Quezhan didn't know whether he really didn't hear it or was pretending not to understand. She smiled and pointed out, "Urging me to get married."

"Yes, they did. They didn't urge me to get married quickly, but they urged me to fall in love quickly."

Meng Xie is the same age as Quezhan, one month older than her.

He has never been in a relationship at the age of 26, and his parents are worried about this. Their son is handsome, good-looking, and rich, but who would have thought that he has zero experience in love.

The same goes for his younger brother. When talking about this, the two brothers can only be lectured.

"Then let's talk." Quezhan didn't care. "What's the big deal? It's time for you to fall in love."

"Are you urging me to do that?" Meng Xie joked.

You can't just fall in love whenever you want, it has to be something both parties are willing to do.

As for the word "choice", it has never been a passive verb, and it takes time to transform from one-way to two-way.

"It's a painting I like very much."

Que Zhan listened attentively.

He said that the painting was a work by the idealist painter Lord Leighton, called "The Painter's Honeymoon", and the content of the painting was the painter and his newlywed wife leaning against each other, and his wife was observing the painter's painting process very seriously.

Through the painting, we can see that the relationship between the painter and his wife is as happy and sweet as if they were in love.

It can also be said that this is what he thinks love looks like.

"But how can you reach the end if you haven't even moved forward from the starting point?" Quezhan didn't quite understand.

The simple meaning is, he has never been in love, so how can he reach what he thinks is the ideal state of love.

Meng Xie: "The starting point and the end point should not be far apart."

Is this a question or a statement...

Quezhan frowned to express his confusion, as if he understood but not quite. They just talked about these messy and abstract concepts of love all night.

She said, love is a very troublesome thing.

"You have the final say on your own ideas." She doesn't meddle in other people's affairs.

"I set a deadline for myself, before I turn 30."

Meng Xie slightly bent his palms and clenched them into fists, like an interview posture, and also like a toast gesture, "If you think I can do it, cheers?"

"Of course, cheers." She believed him.

Not long after we stopped, the wind grew stronger again, stirring up the lake tide.

"Hiss."

His eye socket felt like it was stabbed and hurt, but he immediately closed his eyes to relieve the pain.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, the wind was a bit strong just now." The discomfort gradually intensified, and she couldn't help but want to rub her eyes, "It seems like something got into my eyes."

"It's okay, just rest for a while."

"Don't move, let me take a look."

Meng Xie circled Que Zhan's wrist to prevent her from rubbing. The more she rubbed, the more painful her eyes might be.

"Put your hands down."

He guided her gently, slowly getting closer to her, only inches apart, and his breathing was not clear.

Something soft brushed across her ankle, like cotton candy, but her lips curved slightly, "It's itchy."

"It's Tag's tail." He still explained patiently.

She asked him if he saw what it was, as he couldn't open his eyes wide and it still hurt a little.

Although they were very close to each other, he missed her words. He was like a blocker and could not hear any sound. He just looked at her.

Her long hair was disheveled by the wind, the scarlet eyes were gradually covered with traces of tears, and her long eyelashes were also wet.

This tear is shallow.

He knew that it was the pain that caused it, but his heart seemed to be heated up in an instant, as if he was fighting against another self deep in his heart.

"It's an eyelash." He stopped himself again, and then used a clean tissue to help Quezhan fix it, "Now open your eyes and look."

Quezhan opened his eyes and felt much better.

Finally saw the light of day again.

However, her eyes were still a little sore and she couldn't help but drop another tear. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to laugh.

"Quezhan."

Someone called her, and the voice sounded familiar.

Following the sound, she saw Xie Xianshen standing in the shade on the inside of the street, not far from them.

He called her name for the second time.

Different tone from the first time.