Zhao Xiyin, afraid of her, said, "Please stop asking."
"I'm just asking, I'm just asking." Li Ran tilted her head and rested it on Zhao Xiyin's shoulder, "During the two years you were married to Zhou Qishen, did he ever cheat on you?"
Zhao Xiyin shook her head, "No, no."
"Have I ever neglected you or acted like a domineering man?"
After a moment of silence, he said, "No."
"Xiyin, is Zhou Qishen good to you?"
This silence lasted even longer. Zhao Xiyin's expression was calm, and the halo around her faded, like ripples spreading gently. She became peaceful and composed, her delicate eyebrows and clear eyes softened, softened, and finally became hazy and dreamlike.
Li Ran didn't have the patience to wait, and grabbed her arm and shook it wildly, "I knew you would protect him, and you wouldn't bear to say a bad word about him."
Zhao Xiyin was both amused and exasperated by her thought process, and gently flicked her forehead, "Drunkard, you're not allowed to drink next time."
Li Ran wasn't about to let it go. "Then tell me one of Zhou Qishen's flaws, tell me, tell me, tell me!"
Zhao Xiyin's hand was almost broken from being shaken so much. "I'll talk, I'll talk."
The person behind him instinctively sat up straight.
“I think… he’s too big.”
When Zhao Xiyin answered, her voice was low and slow, and she seemed very timid.
Zhou Qishen was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant, and his smile deepened. His heart felt like it had been thrown into a ball of cotton candy, coated with sweetness, soaked in sugar syrup, and sprinkled with smug chocolate chips.
Li Ran didn't hear her clearly, "What do you mean, 'louder'? Say it louder."
Zhao Xiyin: "I said—he's a bit old,"
A bit old.
The sound was loud enough, loud enough to be like a fire, instantly melting the sweet chocolate in someone's heart.
Chapter 13 Many Graceful Fairies (2)
Graceful Fairy (2)
Zhou Qishen is seven years older than Zhao Xiyin. He's a Capricorn born in December, so to be precise, he's eight years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning).
Zhao Xiyin didn't really care. When she and Zhou Qishen confirmed their relationship, she told Zhao Wenchun frankly. Xiyin's parents divorced when she was young, and Zhao Wenchun has been both a father and a mother to her all these years, yet he still feels guilty towards his daughter.
Zhou Qishen's material foundation was undoubtedly excellent, but when Zhao Wenchun learned that he was so much older than west Yin, he still had some doubts.
He said it's good for a man to be more mature; he'll always be more tolerant and understanding. He also said that people with wealth and experience have inevitably weathered many storms. Later, Zhou Qishen managed to get the future father-in-law's attitude out of Zhao Xiyin, and without a second's delay, he showed up uninvited that very night and confessed.
Four bottles of aged Moutai, dim lamplight, an old man and a young man sitting knee to knee and talking.
Zhou Qishen doesn't hide his romantic history or boast about his wealth. He simply says, "Money is something you can't take with you when you die." He has no interest in money, but he also has a pure heart that aspires to success.
He also said that if it were just for fun, he would never visit his parents.
As he spoke, he poured Zhao Wenchun a full glass of Moutai. The two glasses clinked together, and he downed it in one gulp.
Teacher Zhao didn't touch his glass of wine, remaining sober and extremely cautious.
Zhou Qishen took off his overcoat, revealing a turtleneck cashmere underneath, which made him look young and spirited. His eyes were unwavering, allowing Zhao Wenchun to scrutinize him. It took a full two minutes before Zhao Wenchun's gaze softened, and he asked, "Are your parents alright?"
Zhou Qishen said, “My relationship with my father is so-so. He lives in Xi’an and won’t come to Beijing to live with me. Since he gave birth to me, I will take care of him in his old age and see him off when he dies. My mother,” he paused for a moment, lowered his head, and then said, “when I was five years old, she ran away from home and her whereabouts are still unknown.”
Good or bad, it is what it is, which surprised Zhao Wenchun quite a bit.
"Don't look at me like that, I feel guilty." Zhou Qishen smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were clean and clear, and when facing the elder he liked, his expression showed a rare youthful spirit.
Zhao Wenchun laughed, a laugh that resembled that of a cunning old fox, and Zhou Qishen dared not be careless.
Sure enough, the next second his future father-in-law asked, "Tell me one reason why you like Yinyin."
Zhou Qi thought for a long time and said, "Because I like it, that's the biggest reason."
The prospective father-in-law raised an eyebrow. "Tell me one of her flaws."
"Old ginger is spicier," Zhou Qishen's smile held a hint of helplessness. Finally, he leaned closer and asked, "Does it count if you like to steal the blanket when you sleep?"
Zhao Wenchun's eyes widened in shock, and he immediately grasped the key point, "You, you all..."
Zhou Qishen "casually" revealed the depth of the relationship between the parents.
He took out a stack of certificates from his bag and pushed them over, “My properties in Beijing and my approximate assets under my name, as well as my household registration book and ID card.”
Zhou Qishen was sincere and earnest, having thought things through before coming, and was prepared to risk his life.
Zhao Wenchun remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head.
Zhou Qishen's heart sank.
Zhao Wenchun sighed, then suddenly picked up the glass of Moutai that he hadn't drunk yet and said, "I understand now. This wine today is for the marriage proposal."
Zhou Qishen's phoenix eyes narrowed and slanted upwards. "Would you do me the honor?"
Zhao Wenchun drank it all in one gulp, put down the empty cup, and smiled faintly, relieved.
Zhou Qishen felt increasingly upset. When he returned to the second floor of the pub, Gu Heping exclaimed, "Boss Zhou looks so pale!"
The owner was still sitting at the table nearby, smiling, "Little Zhao is downstairs."