Courir partout et jouer des rôles mineurs

Chapitre 126

Chang Sheng didn't take it to heart: "There are too many people, and too much talk. I won't hit a girl in front of others."

Shanglin knew what he was up to and scolded him: "You can't hit girls, even in a secluded place!"

Chang Sheng hesitated, then said, "Okay, I won't hit her."

"And you're not allowed to settle scores with anyone later!"

Changsheng only hummed and hawed, neither agreeing nor making a sound.

Shanglin gave a stern warning: "They are completely devoted to you, they just have a misunderstanding about me. You mustn't harm them."

He mumbled for a while before finally managing to say, "The rumors are awful."

Shang Lin said indifferently, "From childhood to adulthood, where have there been few rumors? It's easier to stop people from talking than to stop a river from overflowing, don't you know? I am innocent, and I will clear my name as long as you don't mind me."

Chang Sheng grumbled, "I dislike you."

Shang Lin glared at him: "What do you think of me?" If he dared to say anything bad, he would immediately smash his head.

Changsheng held her tightly, refusing to let go: "Come up with me, and I'll tell you..."

Shanglin scoffed, "Dream on!"

Changsheng wouldn't let go, touching him up and down: "Shanglin..."

She cursed, "You scoundrel!"

He didn't seem to care: "You used to call me a hooligan when we were kids." He touched and touched...

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain, pulling her hand back and blowing on it repeatedly.

Shang Lin pursed his lips, grinning from ear to ear: "Serves you right for being a hooligan!"

Changsheng clapped his hands and blew on them: "My hands are ruined, crippled, but I'm sticking with you now."

Shang Lin glanced at him, ignoring him, and waved his hand: "Go on up."

Changsheng walked unsteadily: "I have to take you back to school."

Shang Lin chuckled: "You're so drunk, why are you still seeing me off?"

I finally managed to bring you back, so you'd better shut up for now.

Chang Sheng clenched his fist, resolutely declaring his determination: "Even if I die drunk, I will protect Qiu Shanglin!"

After arguing for a long time, Shanglin finally lost to him and had to carry him all the way back to school. At the entrance of the girls' dormitory, he called Xialin to come and pick up his brother. After watching the two of them leave supporting each other, he went back to his dormitory.

Yin Yeyao, who was powerless to approach

When Li Changsheng went to work, Shang Lin, like a diligent ant, kept bringing all sorts of small items home. From essential furniture to bowls, plates, and chopsticks, the empty two-bedroom apartment was quickly filled. When the last wardrobe was delivered, the rented apartment finally felt like home.

Qiu Xia Lin sat cross-legged on the sofa, marveling at how his sister had single-handedly created Rome. Chang Sheng patted him on the head: "Rome wasn't built in a day."

The wooden sofa was covered with thick, colorful striped sponge cushions; the rich colors against the snow-white walls created a bright and beautiful effect. A white cotton cloth was spread on the table, with a corner draped over it in a patterned, ethnic-style design. Shanglin brought back a large, discarded water bottle from the dormitory and arranged a bunch of water bamboo inside.

Her family sent her a collection of earthenware teaware that she had kept for many years, and a display shelf made of scrap wood held some worthless antiques.

Changsheng specially invited the senior who had helped him a lot to dinner. The senior was full of praise, praising Shanglin for her skillful hands and Changsheng for his skillful wife. He also said that Changsheng was a good kid with a bright future and jokingly told Shanglin to hold on to Changsheng and not let outsiders take him away.

He could see clearly that Li Changsheng was completely devoted to Qiu Shanglin and had no other intentions. But men are prone to change their minds, and they were both students now. Once they entered society, it was hard to guarantee that their feelings wouldn't change.

Having gone through his own student days, he has a deep understanding of this.

After seeing his senior off, Changsheng returned home. He was washing dishes in the kitchen when the tap was running. He embraced her from behind, her slender waist in his palm, feeling as if he could hold it in one hand.

She rested her chin on her neck and murmured, "Did you hear that? You have to treat me well. If someone else takes me away, where will you find a man who is handsome, smart, and loves you so much?"

Shanglin scoffed: "Narcissist!"

In the office of a bank director in Beijing, a clerk was walking down the corridor when he saw the fat, bald, and pot-bellied director bowing and scraping as he escorted a handsome, upright man to the door. His obsequious manner was beyond description.

Surprised: "Who is it?"

Another clerk, well-informed, beckoned with his finger and said mysteriously, "It's said to be a big client from the south who recently came to Beijing to invest and put his secret stash in our bank."

She suddenly realized, "No wonder!" No wonder the usually arrogant director, who had an inexplicable hatred for handsome men, was so respectful to her.

She smoothed her hair, pretended to walk past them casually, let out a sweet "ouch," squatted down, rubbed her ankles, and clung to the handsome man with seductive eyes.

The director frowned: "Xiao Qiu, what's wrong?"

She said in a delicate voice, "I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much."

The director glanced at the VIP's expression. When he heard the name "Xiao Qiu," his calm, cold eyes flickered for a moment, then returned to their usual expressionless state, remaining as cold as ice despite the other's tender affection. No, the coldness in his eyes was even more chilling, sending a chill down one's spine to the heels.

Cheng Yuanfang followed closely behind him. The situation was slightly awkward. The young master had left the stunningly beautiful woman standing on the ground, neither offering any comfort nor helping her up. The woman's expression grew increasingly embarrassed, and the atmosphere became unsettlingly cold. The bald-headed director rubbed his hands, wondering what he had done wrong to provoke the VIP's anger. He wanted to reprimand the employee who had made the mistake, but instinctively dared not break the silence. Feeling helpless, Cheng Yuanfang's words became his savior:

"Mr. Yin, there are still some events to attend."

The bald director looked at him with deep gratitude and secretly vowed in his heart, "Brother, I'll definitely treat you to a meal when I have time!"

Breaking the silence with a single sentence, Yin Yeyao glanced lightly at the beautiful woman who had stood up, her face full of grievance, and said casually, "The quality of your bank's employees needs improvement."

His words elicited varying expressions from the group.

The bald director was relieved, but after hearing the news, he was filled with anxiety again. He was almost ready to raise his hand and swear an oath: "It was our negligence. We will definitely pay attention in the future, absolutely!" He glared at Xiao Qiu fiercely.

The beautiful Xiao Qiu bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening.

She had the allure of a seductive mistress, with a full bust and shapely hips. The bank uniform she wore was a perfect example of seductive charm. What man wouldn't be tempted by her? But she had a nemesis who, not only was oblivious to her charms, also accused her of lacking class… Even if Princess Taiping had high class, could she possibly have a bra size like mine?

Cheng Yuanfang glanced at the big-breasted, brainless beauty with a hint of pity.

Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you have touched Young Master Yin's sore spot.

Why choose the surname Qiu of all things?

To put it bluntly, in his young master's heart, there is only one woman in the world worthy of the surname Qiu. Ideally, no one else should have the surname Qiu, or at least no one with the surname Qiu should be seen near him.

In the past, perhaps out of consideration for sharing the same surname, he would have treated the beautiful woman with kindness and special regard. But now?

The young master is feeling quite agitated!

Your surname is Qiu? You dare to use the surname Qiu? Why don't you change your surname?

He thought to himself, "Thank goodness Miss Anlan didn't see what happened. Otherwise, this beautiful employee would have been fired within three days."

After leaving the bank and getting into a specially customized car, Cheng Yuanfang noticed that Yin Yeyao's expression was still very sour, and stopped the secretary in the front passenger seat from giving a report on the itinerary.

Although the secretary was anxious about the delay in the next appointment, Cheng Yuanfang was the longest-serving and most trusted confidant of President Yin. Since he didn't want her to speak, he must have his reasons. The secretary remained silent, and the driver drove smoothly on the Beijing roads.

As they neared the end of the next leg of their journey, Yin Yeyao, who had been silent the entire way, suddenly spoke up: "Cancel the next leg of the journey."

The secretary was startled and blurted out, "But several board members are already waiting..."

Yin Yeyao's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't say anything. His secretary saw this in the rearview mirror and was so frightened that he shut his mouth.

Cheng Yuanfang smoothed things over: "Explain to the board members that President Yin is not feeling well, and let them work on it themselves. Just give the final plan to the young master for review. Oh, by the way, you can get off here and pick up a document I left in my hotel room. After you get it, take it to Director Liu and have him review and sign it."

The secretary, somewhat unwilling, but bound by Yin Yeyao's tacit approval, reluctantly got out of the car, glaring disdainfully at the departing direction.

"He's just a dog, acting all high and mighty!"

After dismissing Yin Yeyao's secretary without his consent, Yin Yeyao remained silent, her expression slightly improving. This gave the trembling driver a glimmer of hope. He hesitated to ask where they were going, but Cheng Yuanfang gave him a look that told him to drive around as he pleased, and he did so, wandering aimlessly around Beijing.

My heart was pounding.

I had long heard that Cheng Yuanfang was Yin Yeyao's most trusted confidant. Although he had no talent in business, he was adept at handling Yin Yeyao's personal affairs. He was nominally a special assistant but had no real power within the company. Yet, he dismissed the boss's secretary with a single sentence, and the boss didn't even deny it, which showed how much he trusted him.

The car circled the same spot three times before Cheng Yuanfang couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously said, "Miss Qiu is in Beijing."

Yin Yeyao didn't move or make a sound. She just glanced at him indifferently.

Cheng Yuanfang was on tenterhooks. "I know you know Qiu Shanglin is in Beijing. This is just an excuse I'm making for you because you're embarrassed to ask."

With a nervous urge, he continued to mutter to himself, "I wonder how she's been lately—it's been so long since I've seen her, I really miss her."

Yin Yeyao asked ominously, "You miss her?"

Cheng Yuanfang's heart trembled a few times: "Um, Miss Qiu is like a warm spring breeze, making people feel happy just by looking at her. I always gain something from talking to her. She has taught me a lot, a lot!"

Although I've only spoken to her a few times, when it comes to making excuses, I'll make sure that even if it's not true, I'll say it is.

Seeing that Yin Yeyao remained noncommittal, he gritted his teeth and pressed on: "I heard from Shen Hai that Miss Qiu hasn't been going to the company often lately, it seems she's quite busy at school. I was also thinking of asking her how the preparations for the last matter went."

Yin Yeyao finally spoke: "Go to F University."

Cheng Yuanfang breathed a sigh of relief.

She secretly complained, "Young master, you should have said you needed an excuse earlier! If you had said so, I would have found a thousand or eight hundred excuses for you to see her."

I'm worried again about what happened last time—what happened last time? Is there anything I can ask her?

While feeling worried, he glanced sympathetically at Yin Yeyao, who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

The poor young master was rejected time and again. He was a future leader, raised in luxury and surrounded by servants, yet he suffered a humiliation at the hands of a mere woman, and not just once, but multiple times—I heard he smashed his phone after the last call, tsk tsk!

Thinking of the insider information, he asked, "Secretary, should we fire her?"

Yin Yeyao closed her eyes: "Keep it."