Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 71 I Don't Like Deception
Qu Yanci tucked the blanket around her, "What are you lying to me about?"

Shen Guining muttered, "I just said it offhand."

She was fast asleep, buried in her pillow, as if what she had just said was merely a dream.

Qu Yanci stared at her sleeping face for a moment, then looked away, took his phone, got out of bed, walked to the balcony, and dialed a number.

The bedroom light refracted from the doorway, casting its glow behind him.

Under the cover of night, his silhouette was elegant and handsome.

The call is connected.

A cold, low voice came from his lips, "Jay Chou."

The person on the other end of the line was genuinely flattered to receive his call, and spoke in an intimate tone, trying to build rapport, "Yan Ci, what's up?"

Qu Yanci cut to the chase and said directly, "If you can't discipline your second son, there's no need for our cooperation to continue."

The person opposite him changed his expression and asked in a panic, "Has my son offended you in some way?"

"You're still restless after getting married, provoking people you shouldn't have," Qu Yanci warned in a deep voice. "If you want the Zhou family to be ruined by him, then go ahead and make him the head of the family."

The person on the other end immediately replied, "Don't worry, I will definitely discipline my son properly."

Qu Yanci rested his left hand on the railing, remaining silent.

The man, who was over fifty, felt a sense of oppression. "I will send him abroad. He will definitely not get in your way, and he will not provoke your people."

"I hope Jay Chou keeps his word, so I won't bother him any longer."

The phone hangs up.

Chairman Zhou coughed incessantly with anger, "You unfilial son! You've always been so presumptuous, you don't know your place! How dare you mess with Qu Yanci!"
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Shen Guining went to bed early last night and woke up at seven o'clock this morning.

The curtains completely blocked out the outdoor light, making the area under the line of sight dim.

She propped herself up on her elbows and sat up in bed.

"woke up."

A languid voice drifted into my ears.

Shen Guining looked up at the sound and saw a tall figure emerging from the bathroom. "Mr. Qu."

Qu Yanci walked to the bedside and used the remote control to open the curtains.

As the light streamed in, the space instantly brightened.

He had just taken a shower and wasn't wearing a shirt, only a towel around his waist. Water droplets still clung to his body, trickling down from his well-defined chest muscles and disappearing into his lower abdomen.

The lines are rugged and deep, exuding a strong surge of male hormones.

Shen Guining's ears burned slightly. "Did you take a shower this morning?"

Qu Yanci wiped his wet short hair with a towel in one hand, saying, "I worked out and sweated."

Shen Guining touched his abs; they were firm yet supple, and the feel was wonderful.

Muscles that are worked out and muscles that aren't work out look completely different.

With her hair half-dry, Qu Yanci casually tossed the towel onto the bench at the foot of the bed, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and locked his deep gaze into her eyes. "You said yesterday that you were lying to me about something? Tell me, what was it?"

Shen Guining's expression froze, and her fingertips curled up.

She doesn't even remember what she said.

"Mr. Qu, what I said in my sleep is not to be taken seriously..."

When the little girl gets nervous, her eyelashes tremble involuntarily.

Qu Yanci understood this well: "I don't like deception."

His insight was terrifyingly strong; Shen Guining was no match for him.

"I……"

She even wondered whether she should confess, but what would happen if she did? Would Mr. Qu despise her? She didn't dare to take the risk.

There was a long silence.

Shen Guining's lips were pale, and her lower abdomen ached slightly.

Qu Yanci noticed something was wrong, "Is your stomach upset?"

Shen Guining nodded, looking aggrieved.

Qu Yanci dialed the manor's internal line, "Prepare a cup of red date and ginger tea."

Let's move past that topic.

Shen Guining escaped unscathed.

After washing up and getting ready, I went downstairs for breakfast.

At the dining table, she sipped her warm ginger tea and asked, "Mr. Qu, where shall we go today?"

Qu Yanci finished the last piece of chicken breast on his plate, put down his cutlery, picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Grand Canyon, interested?" Shen Guining nodded. "Mhm."

She had seen the Grand Canyon online; its breathtaking natural scenery attracts many tourists.

Jason came in from outside, greeted everyone, and then reported, "Sir, the helicopter is ready."

Qu Yanci nodded and asked the little girl, "Have you finished eating?"

"Yes, I'm done eating." Shen Guining put down her cup and took a tissue to wipe her mouth.

The crew is already waiting on the tarmac.

Upon boarding the helicopter, Qu Yanci first helped the little girl put on sunglasses and noise-canceling headphones.

The hatch is closed.

The roar of the propellers was like a bellow as the helicopter slowly ascended and entered the clouds.

The rotor blades gleamed in the sunlight.

Shen Guining was full of anticipation.

Although I had seen photos of it online, the real scene was far more breathtaking than the pictures.

The massive canyon appears to have been cleaved by heaven and earth, with red rocks standing on both sides for millions of years, layer upon layer, and the valley floor resembling a gaping abyss, inspiring awe.

A U-shaped glass bridge has been built over the canyon, suspended on the steep cliff face, making it feel like stepping into a science fiction movie.

At noon, the helicopter landed on a private ranch.

It's not a farm for raising cattle and sheep, but a habitat for lions.

Watching the lions up close is an exceptionally thrilling experience.

Midway through, we saw two male lions fighting fiercely, with a lioness watching from the sidelines.

Shen Guining asked curiously, "Are they competing for mates?"

Qu Yanci was unsurprised, saying, "It's a male's nature."

Most males have an absolute possessiveness toward what they consider their own.

We returned to the manor in the evening.

The day's activities have come to an end.

Shen Guining's phone now has hundreds of photos.

After taking a shower, she sat on the bed organizing photo albums.

At 9:30, Qu Yanci returned to the bedroom from the study and asked her, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Much better." Shen Guining raised her face, a smile on her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Qu, for taking the time to be with me today."

Qu Yanci sat down on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He didn't like such a polite tone.

What is our relationship?

Not understanding why he suddenly asked that question, Shen Guining hesitated for a moment before answering, "Boyfriend and girlfriend."

Qu Yanci gripped her chin. "Isn't it only right that I accompany you? Why should I thank you?"

Shen Guining was speechless, "I..."

She subconsciously felt that his time was precious, and since he spent it with her, she naturally wanted to thank him.

Qu Yanci narrowed his eyes slightly, "Or do you not consider me your boyfriend at all?"

Shen Guining quickly denied it, "No."

She is indeed not yet used to the change in her identity.

From the very beginning, the disparity in their social status was evident. In her eyes, Mr. Qu was a powerful and influential figure, and dating him meant she couldn't be as intimate and comfortable as a normal couple.

Moreover, their relationship was ambiguous before this.

They had only been officially in a relationship for three days.

After a moment of silence, she said, "I'm just not used to it yet. Can you give me some time?"

"Okay, I'll give you time." Qu Yanci picked up the little girl and kissed her.

Shen Guining was pinned down by him, receiving a scent that did not belong to her.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ambiguous.

I vaguely sensed an uncontrollable trend.

"Mr. Qu, you..."

Qu Yanci corrected her, his breath falling on her ear, "Call me by my name."