Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 14 Am I really that annoying to you?

As night falls, the skies above Beijing are enveloped in magnificent lights and dazzling neon signs.

In a private room on the top floor of the club, the manager personally poured and served drinks.

The people sitting on the sofa are all from prominent families; they need to be treated well.

They talk about investments of hundreds of millions of yuan as if it were as simple as buying a piece of clothing.

The drinks were ready, and the manager led his men out.

"We've finally managed to get together, so let's not just talk about work." Su Yuchen crossed his legs and took a small sip of his wine.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "You think everyone is as free as you are?"

"Life is about enjoying the moment." Su Yuchen recalled the dance performance he had just seen that afternoon. "The theater's dance troupe has a new beauty. Her dancing is superb, even more eye-catching than the center position."

My friend raised an eyebrow and asked, "What, you've got your eye on someone?"

Su Yuchen recalled that exquisitely beautiful face, "She was indeed beautiful, I wanted to pursue her."

My friend laughed and scolded, "You really fall in love with every girl you meet, you scumbag."

Su Yucheng readily accepted, smiling slightly, "It's a matter of mutual consent."

He's a jerk, but he's not without principles; he wouldn't force someone to do something against their will.

A friend joked, "I wonder who's so unlucky to have your eye on."

Su Yucheng scoffed and looked at the man on the sofa next to him. "Brother Ci, so many socialites and heiresses admire you, don't you even fancy one of them?"

Qu Yanci stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, draped his suit jacket over his arm, and stood up gracefully. "You guys have fun, I'm leaving."

Su Yuchen looked at him and asked, "Hey, you're leaving already?"

Someone nearby added, "President Qu finds you annoying."
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The dishes at Jinxiu Huating were plentiful and delicious, but unfortunately Shen Guining didn't have much of an appetite. She was also having menstrual cramps and wasn't in a good mood, so she said goodbye to the director and left first.

Inside the elevator, there was a drunk man.

The smell was unpleasant, and Shen Guining frowned slightly, choosing a corner furthest away from him to stand.

Unexpectedly, the other person walked over to her and started chatting: "Beautiful lady, how about we exchange contact information and get to know each other?"

Shen Guining stepped back in disgust, leaning against the sedan chair, and refused expressionlessly: "No need."

The drunk man didn't give up, taking another step closer, saying, "It's always good to have more friends when you're out and about..."

"Sir, please have some self-respect." Shen Guining remained vigilant and glanced up at the elevator floor.

Finally, a "ding" sounded, and we arrived at the first floor. The elevator doors opened.

The drunk man reached out to block her from leaving, saying, "Beautiful lady, let's exchange contact information before you go."

Shen Guining, impatient, said bluntly, "I have a boyfriend, please stop bothering me."

"So what if you have a boyfriend? Does having a boyfriend mean you can't have other friends?" the drunk man continued to pester him.

Shen Guining didn't want to waste any more words, so she took advantage of his inattention and stomped on his foot hard before quickly running out of the elevator.

She was in such a hurry that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and accidentally bumped into someone. She quickly apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry!"

I caught a whiff of a familiar woody scent in my nostrils, clean and crisp.

Looking up and seeing the man in front of her clearly, Shen Guining stammered, "Mr. Qu..."

The drunk man was stepped on and winced in pain. Once he sobered up a bit, he chased after the man out of the elevator, shouting, "I'm doing you a favor by being your friend, don't be ungrateful!"

Shen Guining instinctively grabbed Qu Yanci's shirt cuff and asked him for help: "Mr. Qu, this person has been harassing me."

Qu Yanci swept his cold gaze over them.

He exudes a strong sense of oppression, sending chills down one's spine and making one shudder.

The drunk man realized he was not someone to be trifled with, and stood rooted to the spot, not daring to make a move.

The commotion attracted the attention of the staff. "What happened?"

Qu Yanci spoke sparingly, his voice indifferent: "Tell him to get lost." The staff recognized his face; even the manager was extremely respectful and deferential in his presence, demonstrating his high status. "Yes, sir, I'll have someone throw him out right away."

The drunk man tried to resist, shouting, "Who are you? Why are you kicking me out? Do you know who I am?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was forcibly dragged away.

The staff member apologized in a flustered manner: "I'm sorry, it was our mistake that disturbed you both."

Shen Guining breathed a sigh of relief, "It's alright."

After the staff left, Qu Yanci lowered his eyes and gestured, "Aren't you going to let go?"

Shen Guining realized what was happening and awkwardly withdrew her hand, saying, "I'm sorry."

She easily wrinkled the expensive shirt fabric.

Qu Yanci frowned slightly and stepped outside.

Shen Guining paused for two seconds, then hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. Qu, wait for me..."

The man has long legs, so when he takes one step, the little girl has to take two or three steps to keep up.

Reaching the entrance of the club, Qu Yanci finally stopped and turned to the side. "Miss Shen, what exactly do you want?"

Shen Guining took a breath and said softly, "I just wanted to express my gratitude. You helped me again today, don't I even have a chance to treat you to a meal?"

"There's no need," Qu Yanci said in a low voice.

Shen Guining retorted: "It's necessary! How can it not be necessary? Gratitude is a traditional Chinese virtue. You helped me, so of course I should thank you."

In my excitement, I even forgot to use honorifics.

"Or is it that my invitation to dinner caused you trouble? Am I really that annoying?"

She became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, her eyelashes trembling gently like feathers.

Qu Yanci's eyes were deep as he calmly gazed at her. "Miss Shen, should I praise you for upholding virtue?"

"..."

Shen Guining gently bit her lip, cleverly changing the subject: "Has Mr. Qu had dinner yet?"

Qu Yanci did not respond.

Shen Guining then said to herself, "I haven't eaten yet, how about we go have some porridge together?"

Since Mr. Qu didn't speak, she took it as his consent.

The extended Bentley was already parked on the side of the road waiting.

Shen Guining, shameless as ever, got into Mr. Qu's car again.

This is a rare opportunity; we can't miss it since we've stumbled upon it by chance.

The driver stepped on the gas and asked, "Sir, are we heading back to the Tanli Mansion?"

Qu Yanci leaned back and turned his head to look out the window, "Yipin Congee Record".

Shen Guining blinked, a slight smile curving her lips.

Little did they know, they were being spied on through the car window.

She's like a fox that steals fish.

Qu Yanci withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

Shen Guining didn't dare to disturb them, but occasionally stole a glance to the side.

The lamplight outside the window swept across the face, outlining its sharp features. The face was naturally superior, with deep-set eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. No matter which angle you looked at it from, you couldn't find a bad angle.

Shen Guining suddenly remembered her best friend's request. Now was a good opportunity to secretly take a picture. He probably wouldn't know, right?
After hesitating for a while, she picked up her phone, turned on the camera, made sure the shutter sound was off, adjusted the angle, and quickly took a picture of Qu Yanci's profile.

Just then, the man opened his eyes sharply and looked at her, as if he had a camera above his head. "Miss Shen, what are you doing?"