Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement. "You two are still in contact?"
“Yes, she’s a very nice person. She earns money by driving a taxi and has a son who is in his final year of high school,” Zhao Xiyin said.
After viewing the lantern festival, they stayed in the city that night.
Zhou Qishen booked a room upstairs at the club. Zhao Xiyin didn't want him to stay, so he went downstairs to a private room to continue hanging out with Liu Liu and the others. When he was young, Boss Zhou was greedy and lecherous, but after turning thirty, his only remaining hobby was playing cards.
He would play until midnight, then quit and leave.
Liu Liu and the others protested, "Brother Zhou can't just run away after winning, it's still too early!"
Zhou Qishen said calmly, "Your sister-in-law is afraid of the dark, she can't sleep without me by her side."
During the Lunar New Year, this made everyone incredibly jealous.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the two flew back to Beijing.
Zhao Xiyin was puzzled, "Didn't you say you wouldn't leave until the third year of junior high?"
Zhou Qishen replied with a smile, "I have to respect tradition."
Zhao Xiyin was confused.
"On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I have to go and pay my respects to my father-in-law."
Zhao Wenchun was overjoyed, seeing the two of them so happy, "Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow? Sit down, sit down!"
He was busy running around, serving melon seeds and grabbing candy, and even took a moment to call an old friend, "Hey, I won't be coming at noon, no! My daughter's back!"
Zhao Xiyin suddenly felt a pang of sadness, secretly pinched Zhou Qishen, and whispered, "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone to Xi'an to spend the New Year with you."
Zhou Qishen knew she felt guilty and promised, "I'll bring Dad over to live with us and stay with him every year from now on."
After a pleasant lunch, Lao Cheng called and asked Zhou Qishen to bring Zhao Xiyin out for a get-together. Zhao Xiyin didn't want to leave Teacher Zhao alone at home, and Zhou Qishen didn't insist.
When they arrived at the park on the outskirts of Beijing, Gu Heping and Lao Cheng were fishing. A thin layer of ice had formed on the lake, and they had drilled two holes in it, having a great time. Zhou Qishen wasn't interested in this activity of the elderly, so he grabbed a handful of fish food and fed the fish haphazardly.
Gu Heping looked behind him for a long time: "Why didn't you bring Xiao west with you?"
"She's at home with her dad."
Old Cheng asked, "When are you two getting your marriage certificate?"
Zhou Qishen said with a smile, "We have to wait for the Civil Affairs Bureau to open."
Old Cheng and Gu Heping exchanged a glance, their eyes both saying, "You're so pitiful."
Zhou Qishen was amused by the two of them. "Is there something wrong?"
Nobody really wanted to talk to him.
Zhou Qishen was quite content. He dropped a handful of fish food into the water, clapped his hands, and suddenly asked, "What has Zhuang Qiu been up to lately?"
Gu Heping said, "When it comes to investing, he's always trying to build connections; he's in every social circle. I heard he also wants to invest in movies and promote stars."
Zhou Qishen didn't speak, but silently lit a cigarette.
Originally, after fishing, they planned to go back to the city for dinner and then get a room to play cards. But Zhou Qishen said he wasn't going; he was tired of all the commotion in Xi'an and wanted to go back and rest. Lao Cheng and the others didn't think much of it, dismissively waving him away, telling this womanizing guy to get lost.
After driving out of the manor and getting some distance away, Zhou Qishen called Xu Jin.
"Contact Attorney Qi Yuming."
Secretary Xu replied, "Would tomorrow morning be alright?"
After a pause, Zhou Qishen said, "Let's do it tonight."
The next day, Zhou Qishen finished his business around 5 p.m. and headed to the agreed location. Before getting out of the car, he took two bottles of medicine from the storage compartment, with only one dose left, and poured them directly into his mouth.
The waiter led the way, and as soon as they entered the room, Zhou Qishen put on a smile again, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you during the New Year."
Qi Yuming is around fifty-five years old, of medium build, but with a steady demeanor. Regardless of whether it's a holiday or not, whenever work is discussed, he is always dressed in a suit and tie, looking presentable. He also smiled and said, "It's my duty, it's what I should do."
Zhou Qishen sat down on the sofa and subconsciously pinched the space between his eyebrows.
Qi Yuming had someone brew him a cup of chrysanthemum tea. "Don't worry too much during the holidays. You should rest well."
"I went back to Xi'an and I'm exhausted." Zhou Qishen crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and got down to business, "Have you finished drafting the documents?"
"Okay." Qi Yuming opened the notebook and pushed it in front of him.
That was a draft of a prenuptial agreement.
Male: Zhou Qishen, ID number: 610103198xx
Female: Zhao Xiyin, ID number: 110101419xx
Both parties have genuine feelings for each other, have reached a consensus, and are entering into marriage. The pre-marital and post-marital arrangements are hereby agreed upon as follows:
Before the marriage, the man was the founder and executive director of Jingmao Group, holding 70% of the shares. His assets included:
There are two educational institutions.
Ten properties in Beijing.
More than ten properties in Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Wuhan and other places.
There are x cars, and the vehicle registration numbers are listed below.