Dai Yunxin thought for a moment, then suddenly became serious and asked, "Are you experiencing such severe menstrual cramps? Are you hiding something from me?"
"How could I dare?"
Dai Yunxin looked at him suspiciously, "During the two years you were married to Zhou Qishen, didn't you plan to have children?"
Zhao Xiyin's expression remained unchanged. "No."
Dai Yunxin stopped asking questions and stood up. "I still have work to do in the troupe, so I won't stay. Oh, by the way, I'm going to Xi'an tomorrow to help oversee the choreography for a sitcom. Several of the instructors are quite famous. I was thinking of taking you with me, but never mind, you should rest."
After everyone left, Zhao Xiyin lay on her bed, doing a handstand against the wall, playing training videos on her phone. Just as she was pressing play, a phone call came in, and she immediately answered. Zhao Xiyin exclaimed "Eh!" without even seeing who it was.
But the voice sounded familiar; it belonged to Zhou Qishen's secretary.
Zhao Xiyin sat cross-legged on the bed, quite surprised. "Brother Xu?"
The secretary seemed to be two years older than Zhou Qishen. Since Zhao Xiyin addressed him that way, he didn't stand on ceremony and got straight to the point: "Xiao Xi, I shouldn't have called you, but President Zhou has returned to Xi'an. Half an hour ago, his hometown called. I can't ask for details, but after the call, President Zhou got really angry. He booked a plane ticket and rushed to the airport."
"Isn't his father in Beijing?"
"I went back this afternoon. Xiao west, Mr. Zhou is not in good condition today. You know his family situation. I'm worried something might happen to him."
Zhao Xiyin knew, of course, that the scene of Zhou Qishen pointing a knife at Zhou Boning at noon was still vivid in her mind. At this time, he still had to rush to Xi'an, so what happened must be no small matter.
The sinister and uncontrollable part of Zhou Qishen's personality would explode when he encountered Zhou Boning; she truly had no doubt that he would commit extreme acts of a desperado. Zhao Xiyin checked the time. "Brother Xu, let me check the high-speed rail tickets now."
"Xiao west, come downstairs. The plane tickets are bought. I'll take you to the airport now."
Zhou Qishen's secretary also had a legendary background. He didn't graduate from a proper finance school and was said to have worked as a gym instructor. He was a typical hidden gem who was recognized by Zhou Qishen's discerning eye. He was reliable and dependable and was highly trusted.
He drove Zhao Xiyin towards the Capital Airport, while simultaneously sending his boss a text message with Zhao Xiyin's flight number and arrival time. There was nothing to be afraid of; Zhou Qishen was on the plane, and there was nothing he could do to him after they landed.
He would never bear to leave his precious darling unattended.
As expected, after Zhou Qishen got off the plane, he saw the message and turned green with anger. He called back in a huff and said that he would be fired from the company tomorrow!
Secretary Xu remained extremely calm. If anyone was going to leave, it would be tomorrow. He said, "President Zhou, don't forget to pick up Xiao Xi today."
Zhao Xiyin's flight was only about twenty minutes behind. Zhou Qishen stood blankly at the arrival gate, his face dark. When she came out, a girl in a white dress looked anxious, glancing around nervously, her soft, long hair swaying gently as she ran.
Zhou Qishen had to admit that at this moment, his eyes were about to well up with tears.
When Zhao Xiyin saw him, her eyes shone like little suns, and she angrily called out his name: "Zhou Qishen!"
Zhou Qishen lowered his head, and when he looked up again, he gave her a forced smile.
Zhao Xiyin put her hands on her waist, her stomach aching again from running. "What happened at your house?"
"fine."
"You're lying."
Zhou Qishen looked away and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to tell you."
"Okay, then say something and I'll fly back to Beijing immediately." Zhao Xiyin was more stubborn than him, and her stubbornness was even stronger. To deal with Zhou Qishen, one had to be stronger when facing a stronger opponent.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Xiyin actually turned around. But before she could take a step, her arm was grabbed.
Zhou Qishen's palms were burning hot as he whispered, "Don't go."
Zhao Xiyin's heart softened instantly, and she looked at him with teary eyes, "Then will you go home now?"
Zhou Qishen was exhausted. Going home? What kind of home was that? It was just a troublesome, rotten, and stinking garbage dump. Zhao Xiyin noticed his helplessness and weariness. After a moment of silence, she said, "I haven't had dinner. Brother Zhou, take me to eat."
Zhou Qishen nodded silently, and the two walked out.
The car was already waiting in the parking lot, and Zhou Qishen's phone hadn't stopped ringing the entire way. His voice was loud, with a local accent, and Zhao Xiyin, sitting next to him, could hear most of it. Zhou's cousins, aunts, and other relatives were bombarding him with calls, urging him on and on like a bombing raid.
Zhao Xiyin reached out and snatched the phone from Zhou Qishen's hand, hanging up before he could finish speaking and turning it off.
"Doesn't your voice have any self-awareness? Even a rooster laying an egg sounds better than you! If you're so good at urging people to die, you should go take over the job of the King of Hell. What are you doing, strutting around in front of me like that!" Zhao Xiyin cursed at the blacked-out phone screen. "All you do all day is rack your brains trying to squeeze money out of Boss Zhou. Are you mentally challenged or disabled? I think you should lose all shame. After all, Boss Zhou is so handsome, most people would feel ashamed in front of him."
Zhou Qishen, who had been feeling down, perked up at this. Zhao Xiyin glanced at him furtively and said with a sense of accomplishment, "Yes, he smiled."
She then pretended to search his luggage, "You didn't hide a kitchen knife or anything, did you?"
This time, Zhou Qishen genuinely laughed and obediently replied, "No. You said it wasn't worth it."
Zhao Xiyin finally breathed a sigh of relief. All the trouble she had gone through that night hadn't been for nothing. She stopped joking, put on a serious expression, and said sincerely, "Don't do anything foolish. You have a bright future ahead of you and a long life ahead of you."
Later, the driver asked, "Mr. Zhou, where would you like to go?"
Zhou Qishen glanced at Zhao Xiyin, who blinked and whispered, "I want to eat noodles with minced meat sauce."
There's an authentic one near the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Don't let its proximity to the tourist spot fool you; the food is genuine and doesn't rip you off. The portions are huge. Zhao Xiyin swallowed hard as she poured more than half of it into Zhou Qishen's bowl. "I'm on a diet. I finally lost three pounds."
Zhou Qishen remained silent, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly over her small, firm chest. Then he gave a faint reply, "Yes, you've lost weight."
Zhao Xiyin, unaware of what was going on, lowered her head and ate heartily. After she finished eating, the North Square of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda was bustling with people; there was a musical fountain show at eight o'clock. Zhao Xiyin followed the crowd, with Zhou Qishen closely following behind, occasionally using his hand to shield her from the crowd.
"I've been to Xi'an many times and visited all the must-see attractions, but every time, it seems like I've missed this fountain show." There were too many people, and Zhao Xiyin stopped four rings away from the crowd.
Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement, "This time we can see it."
Zhao Xiyin tiptoed and jumped a few more times, but there were too many people, so it was basically useless.
Then the music started, the lights came on, and the sound of flowing water filled the air.
Zhao Xiyin has a good figure and a background in dance. When she dances, she is as light as a swallow. She is beautiful, but she is not tall enough, and the scene is quite comical.