Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 117 Mr. Qu Wants to Talk to You
Shen Guining stirred the bayberry wine in her glass with a straw. "You're so rational."

Jin Yuhan chuckled, "Of course, I'm living a carefree life now, why would I want to make myself unhappy?"

Being able to take things in stride and let them go, and being self-centered, will prevent you from living such a tiring life.

Shen Guining knew she couldn't be as carefree as her, so she was currently feeling lost.

If all external factors were disregarded, she would choose to go abroad without hesitation.

But she had to consider Qu Yanci's feelings.

When we were together, I only cared about the present, but now I have to think about the future.

At first, she thought the relationship wouldn't last long, since she and Qu Yanci were too different in many ways. She thought that once his initial excitement wore off, they would break up peacefully.

Unexpectedly, everything spiraled out of control.

He never took relationships lightly.

The better Qu Yanci treated her, the heavier her psychological burden became.

"What are you daydreaming about? Let's have a drink." Jin Yuhan beckoned to the waiter and ordered a few more specialty cocktails.

Shen Guining pulled herself out of her thoughts.

Because she had something on her mind, she drank a few more glasses than usual, and by the time the effects kicked in, she was already half drunk.

At nine o'clock, Qu Yanci called to ask where she was.

It took her a while to remember the name of the bar, her voice clearly slurred with intoxication.

Qu Yanci solemnly instructed, "Don't wander around if you're drunk. Stay where you are, and I'll come get you."

"Oh, okay." Shen Guining's cheeks were flushed, her right hand supporting her face, her gaze unfocused.

After hanging up the phone, she put down her phone, picked up the wine glass next to her, and was about to continue drinking when Jin Yuhan stopped her, saying, "Don't drink anymore, I can't explain this to Mr. Qu."

Shen Guining blinked. "I'm not drunk."

Jin Yuhan took the wine glass from her hand, saying, "Drunk people always say they're not drunk."

Since he wasn't allowed to drink, Shen Guining simply lay down on the table and took a nap.

The air was filled with upbeat music, rhythmically pounding against my eardrums.

Half asleep and half awake, she fell into a familiar embrace and instinctively snuggled against it.

Qu Yanci carried her into the car.

Shen Guining leaned back in her seat, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Qu Yanci brushed the stray hairs from her face. "Do you want some water?"

Shen Guining mumbled incoherently, "...I won't drink."

His voice was soft and mumbled indistinctly.

Qu Yanci pinched her nose, "How much did you drink?"

"Hmm..." Shen Guining was woken up, barely opened her eyes, thought for a moment, and then held up her fingers to indicate, "Seven cups."

He held up an "eight" in his hand and said "seven" in his mouth.

Qu Yanci chuckled, "He's quite drunk."

Shen Guining snorted and retorted, "I'm not drunk. If you don't believe me, ask me a math question."

“Seven times three,” he said casually.

“Seven times three? Seven times three…” Shen Guining frowned, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and said, “No, you asked the wrong question.”

This phrase is not in the multiplication tables.

Qu Yanci changed his tune, saying, "Three times seven."

Shen Guining blurted out, "Three times seven equals twenty-one! Right?"

She opened her bright eyes, looking as innocent as a child.

Qu Yanci chuckled helplessly, "Yes."

Shen Guining smiled and said, "See? I told you I wasn't drunk."

He agreed, "Yeah, you're not drunk."

Shen Guining rubbed her eyes, yawned, and said wearily, "I'm sleepy."

Qu Yanci pulled her close and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Go to sleep."

Shen Guining closed her eyes and quietly leaned against him.

Before falling asleep, she unconsciously mumbled, "Aci, I have something to tell you..." Qu Yanci didn't hear her clearly, "What is it?"

Shen Guining remained silent, her breathing gradually becoming longer and more even.

She had a good tolerance for alcohol; she didn't cry or make a fuss, and slept soundly until dawn. When she woke up, she smelled strongly of alcohol on her.

I changed into pajamas, but didn't take a shower.

She couldn't stand it herself, so she immediately threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom.

How could Qu Yanci tolerate her sleeping in his bed with that smell? Isn't he a germaphobe?
Shen Guining took off her clothes, turned on the shower, and started washing her hair and taking a shower.

After an hour of getting ready, she came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

As soon as Qu Yanci entered the room, he said, "She's awake."

"Hmm." Shen Guining dried her hair with a towel. "I didn't even shower yesterday, why did you let me go to bed with you?"

Qu Yanci raised an eyebrow, "If you're not going to sleep in bed, where do you want to sleep?"

She's drunk and I can't give her a bath.

"Anyway, I can't sleep in the bed." Shen Guining pouted. "The sheets all smell of alcohol."

"Just change it." Qu Yanci walked to the bedside table to get a hair dryer. "Sit here, I'll dry your hair for you."

Shen Guining put down the towel in her hand and sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't you have OCD?"

Qu Yanci plugged in the power cord, saying, "Even if I'm a germaphobe, I can't throw away my precious thing."

The hairdryer made a "shush-shush" sound, partially drowning out my voice.

The warm air was blowing on my scalp.

Her heart was warm too.

Shen Guining moved her lips and murmured softly, "If you're not by my side in the future, I'll probably be very sad..."

Qu Yanci was standing behind her and did not notice that she had spoken.

She gently stroked her long hair with her fingertips.

Shen Guining's thoughts drifted away again, as if entangled in countless threads, impossible to untangle.

Her hair is long, so it takes a while to blow-dry it.

It took more than twenty minutes to dry.

The hairdryer stopped abruptly.

"Okay." Qu Yanci rubbed her head and unplugged the plug.

Shen Guining came to her senses, "Aci, I..."

She was interrupted by a phone call before she could finish speaking.

Qu Yanci looked down at her, "What's wrong?"

Shen Guining handed him the phone and gently shook her head, "It's nothing, you can answer the phone first."

Having work to attend to, Qu Yanci went to the company after finishing the phone call.

Shen Guining was off today. She took Ruby to the park during the day and then took her to the pet store for a bath on the way back.
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Qu Yanci was on a business trip abroad this week. Shen Guining called him, but he was always busy and didn't have a chance to talk to him.

One afternoon, the regimental commander spoke with Shen Guining alone.

"Gui Ning, have you made up your mind? Are you going on the tour or not?"

She replied hesitantly, "I... need to think about it some more."

The troupe leader told her, "I think this is a great opportunity for you. You are young and need experience to broaden your future path. You are very capable, but it's not enough. If you want to become the troupe's leader in the future, this is the fastest way."

“I heard that you were an exchange student in the UK before, and your spoken English and communication skills are excellent. I specially reserved a spot for you. It would be a real shame if you missed this opportunity.”

Shen Guining nodded, "I will seriously consider it and make a decision as soon as possible. Thank you, Sister Yunyi, for telling me all this."

“I think you have the makings of a chief executive,” Yunyi said with a smile. “I’m always good at judging people.”

The girl has great potential; with proper nurturing, she will have a bright future.

In the evening, after rehearsal, Shen Guining changed her clothes and left the theater, only to be stopped at the door.

"Miss Shen."

She looked up at the sound, a look of surprise on her face. "Uncle Bai, what are you doing here?"

"Miss Shen, Mr. Qu would like to speak with you. Are you available now?"