Chapter 4079
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Ye Chien glanced outside. Standing at the door wasn't a good idea, so he turned to Qin Xiu and said, "You just came back in the wee hours of the morning. Come in and have a seat."
If it wasn't Qin Xiu standing at the door, Ye Chien wouldn't have opened the door so casually.
Ye Chien's invitation made Qin Xiu, a diplomat who had never lost a battle of words, walk through the door and sit on the sofa. Even when Ye Chien poured a glass of water for him, Qin Xiu frantically stood up and took the glass of water like a child.
In contrast, Ye Chien was much calmer.
"I have something to talk to you about. Sorry, I just woke up. I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth. You can sit down first." As if he didn't see Qin Xiu's frantic actions, Ye Chien smiled faintly and went upstairs to wash up.
Qin Xiu came to the house more often than she did. He probably wouldn't feel uncomfortable sitting alone.
Ye Chien didn't think Qin Xiu would feel uncomfortable, but in reality … Qin Xiu was very uncomfortable.
It wasn't his first time coming to the Fu residence. When he was in his rebellious youth, the Fu residence was like his second home. When he was in his rebellious phase, the Fu residence was his favorite place to visit.
Every time Grandpa Fu saw him, he would smile and ask him, "Are you hungry? If you're hungry, eat more. You'll only have the energy to continue playing when you're full. Remember to go home when you're tired. Don't play until you can't even find your way home. "
He would smile kindly and persuade him at a moderate pace. During that time, his family's persuasion was grating on his ears. He wouldn't listen to a single word.
However, when Grandpa Fu tried to persuade him, he would listen to every single word. Sometimes, he would even talk to Grandpa Fu about himself and complain about his family.
At this time, Grandpa Fu would always say to him, "Whether you listen or not is up to you. Whether you speak or not is up to your parents. You can choose not to listen, or you can choose to leave. But you can't cut off a parent's concern for their children. "
This was the place he frequented the most during his rebellious youth. Qin Xiu put down the slightly hot porcelain cup and touched the sofa gently. He then looked at the coffee table in front of him and the TV cabinet in front of him. Everything in the Fu family was so familiar. It had not changed at all since a few years ago. The only thing that had changed was … the girl he liked was living here.
In his thirty years of life, she was the only girl that had moved his heart.
Unfortunately, the girl he liked didn't like him.
Qin Xiu sighed softly and picked up the cup on the tea table again. He lowered his head and sipped the boiling water in the porcelain cup. The mist blurred his elegant and handsome face and the bitterness in his eyes.
That year, the sun was shining brightly. Standing indoors, he saw the picturesque girl sitting outside. If he had known that he would fall in love with that girl one day, he would have walked out without hesitation.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs. If he missed it, he missed it. If he missed it once, he missed it for a lifetime.
Before Qin Xiu could finish the cup of water, Ye Chien, who had just finished washing up and was neatly dressed, came downstairs. Qin Xiu looked at the girl walking towards him. Seeing the faint alienation between her eyebrows, Qin Xiu suppressed the bitterness in his mouth with the water. He put down the cup and took the initiative to ask, "Sorry, I have to catch the afternoon flight. I don't have much time. Is there anything you want to discuss with me?"
It was better for him to take the initiative and tell her … that he wouldn't stay for too long, so she didn't have to worry.
It was true that he had to catch the afternoon flight, but there was still plenty of time. He only said this to reassure her.
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