After exchanging contact information with Bai Ziyan last night, Li Qianfan knew she would contact him.
He didn't expect her to call him so eagerly as soon as the sun rose.
"She'll probably use her mother as an excuse to invite me to her home."
Li Qianfan thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the colorful, hanging ghost on Bai's back.
The more he looked, the more sinister it seemed.
He really wanted to tape the woman's mouth shut again!
Just as Li Qianfan had predicted.
After exchanging good mornings with Li Qianfan, Bai Ziyan softly said, "Mr. Li, my mother would like to invite you to our home as a guest."
She paused, her tone a little peculiar, saying, "My mother said she'll personally make dumplings for you, or cook noodles for you."
When one's social status reaches a certain height, they tend to return to simplicity.
Inviting guests to a banquet in a hotel is far less sincere than the host entertaining them at home, personally making dumplings or cooking noodles.
However—
No matter how Li Qianfan heard Bai Ziyan say it, the words felt awkward.
He didn't dwell on it, chuckled, and said, "Alright. Once I'm done with my current work, I will certainly visit Auntie."
Just pleasantries.
As for when Li Qianfan would finish his current work, that remained to be seen.
He had no intention of visiting the Bai family.
"Good, then we'll be eagerly awaiting your arrival."
Bai Ziyan, of course, could hear the insincerity in Li Qianfan's words. Knowing when to be tactful, she politely exchanged a few more words and ended the call.
At 7:15 AM.
The door to the best private room in the club was gently knocked.
Standing by the window, lost in thought, Su Ziyu didn't turn her head and said casually, "The door isn't locked, come in."
The door opened.
Chu Yazhi tiptoed over to her and said, "Madam, the host invites you to have breakfast together."
Su Ziyu didn't say anything.
Chu Yazhi waited for a moment, then whispered, "Madam, the host is very clean."
Oh?
Su Ziyu's long eyelashes fluttered, but she still didn't speak.
However, she felt the sun outside the window was much brighter than before.
"Last night, how did you fail Chu Meiren, and more importantly, how did you disregard my good intentions?"
As Su Ziyu asked this question, the car had just driven out of the parking lot of Zhizhi Club.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Li Qianfan replied seriously, "Wife, I don't want to talk to you right now."
Su Ziyu raised an eyebrow. "What, your skin is itching?"
Li Qianfan ignored her, reclined his seat, and closed his eyes.
He had rehearsed, or rather, practiced with Chu Yazhi until past three in the morning, and then was woken up by Bai Ziyan's call at six in the morning. He was severely sleep-deprived and extremely drowsy.
"Heh, have you become so arrogant now that you don't even want to talk to your own wife?"
Su Ziyu's face darkened.
*Whoosh—*
Li Qianfan's light snore was his way of telling Su Ziyu, "Go away! Don't bother me."
Su Ziyu was very angry. With a "Nine Yin White Bone Claw," she pinched a piece of flesh on his left leg and began a gradual "Thomas swirl."
Li Qianfan remained unmoved, as if the flesh Su Ziyu was pinching belonged to someone else.
Su Ziyu let go, then took his left hand and placed it on her thigh.
She was using this method to tell Li Qianfan that she magnanimously forgave his mistake of letting Chu Yazhi sleep in the same room last night.
Li Qianfan, still snoring, immediately retracted his hand.
Su Ziyu took it again, placed it on her thigh, and held it down.
With great force.
Li Qianfan had no choice but to let her have her way.
With him being obedient, Su Ziyu's mood improved. She steered the car with one hand, gently stroking his hand with the other, driving quietly.
The wheels rolled, heading east.
Li Qianfan gradually fell asleep.
In his drowsy state, he seemed to hear Su Ziyu whisper, "Little husband, you're mine. Do you understand? You're mine!"
At 10:30 AM.
When the car finally stopped, Li Qianfan woke up accordingly.
After sleeping for nearly two hours, the energy he had lost from "rehearsing" with Chu Yazhi until three in the morning had significantly recovered.
The car stopped directly in front of Ziyu Fashion.
As he sat up, yawning, Su Ziyu took out a wet wipe and diligently wiped his face.
She even took out her facial cleanser, skincare oil, and other products to care for his face.
"Wife."
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"It's nothing."
Li Qianfan reached out, opened the door, and got out of the car. "Wife, drive safely."
What did he want to say?
Su Ziyu knew very well.
Why did he stop himself from speaking?
Su Ziyu also knew very well!
If that's the case, what's the point of wasting more words?
After watching Li Qianfan's back disappear from sight, Su Ziyu pursed her lips and started the car.
When Li Qianfan arrived at the company, Old Su was in a meeting.
"Including today, there are six days left until the opening of the Sixth Autumn Women's Wear Festival in the provincial capital."
Old Su stood behind the table, resting his left hand on it, his right hand waving, with a certain imposing manner. "But our participating products are currently only on paper. This requires us to produce the best products within the next 140 hours and strive to amaze this Women's Wear Festival!"
The middle and high-level executives attending the meeting nodded incessantly.
Shen Yun, sitting by the door taking meeting minutes, held her pen in her right hand, buried her head, and recorded quickly.
Her seemingly straight and long black silk legs were casually and elegantly crossed, and one black stiletto heel was gently swaying rhythmically.
"Vice President Li."
Old Su, who was speaking passionately, suddenly looked towards the door.
His expression was stern. "Our company is currently facing an unprecedentedly severe situation. You, as an executive vice president in charge of hundreds of people, are only reporting for work at this time. Is this too disrespectful to the company?"
With a whoosh.
The middle and high-level executives attending the meeting all looked at Li Qianfan.
"Oh no."
You old fossil!
If you don't step on me for a day, you don't feel comfortable showing off your authority as the boss, do you?
Li Qianfan cursed inwardly but immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake. "General Manager Su, you are right to admonish me. I will definitely pay attention in the future."
"Sit down. Remember, this is the last time!"
After once again displaying his "ruthless" demeanor in public, Old Su's vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Yes, yes."
Li Qianfan bowed and scraped, and sat in the front row.
Out of instinct, after sitting down, Li Qianfan glanced at Shen Yun behind the door.
He also reached into his left trouser pocket.
This pocket contained a roll of transparent tape he had taken from Chu Yazhi.
And in his right pocket, he had a pair of good-quality black silk stockings for spring and autumn.
The spring and autumn black silk were much thicker than those for the current season.
These were also provided by Chu Yazhi.
She said they were the most suitable for binding the hands of undercover agents!
Indeed.
During the several rehearsals last night, it was proven how correct Chu Yazhi's suggestion was.
Looking at Shen Yun, Li Qianfan immediately recalled an indescribable scene.
Shen Yun, who had been burying her head recording, seemed to sense something and looked up.
The moment their eyes met.
Shen Yun's gaze flickered, and the pair of black silk legs crossed under the table instinctively retracted.