pjbooks Chapter 32: The rich second-generation's persistent pursuit, blocking and deleting him was reje
Chapter 32: The rich second-generation's persistent pursuit, blocking and deleting him was reje
Su Qianqian hung up Song Qingning's call and stared blankly at the QQ chat window on her computer screen.
Her husband's profile picture was still lit up, but she hadn't sent any messages yet.
She was still thinking about Song Qingning and Lin Bei.
In fact, Su Qianqian wholeheartedly agreed that Song Qingning wanted to be with Lin Bei.
I was his classmate for three years in high school, and I knew Lin Bei's character. Although I didn't like him, I didn't hate him either, and we could be friends.
Therefore, when Su Qianqian learned that her best friend was preparing to be with Lin Bei, she was very happy and even offered her advice.
A moment later, Su Qianqian's mind started to wander back to the black stockings.
Especially when she thought about how her husband had said "check the cards" that morning, she had assumed he meant to play poker.
Looking back now, I feel so embarrassed.
Su Qianqian covered her slightly flushed cheeks with her hands, about to type a message to her husband, when her phone vibrated.
She picked up her phone and saw it was a text message.
When Su Qianqian saw the sender clearly, the smile on her face vanished instantly.
The message read:
[Qianqian, are you free these next couple of days?]
A new movie has just been released, and I bought two tickets for the premiere. I'd like to invite you to see it with me.
If you'd like, I'll drive to pick you up.
Su Qianqian looked at the message on her phone, her face darkening, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.
This man is Zhou Minghui, the father's business partner and the son of Zhou Jianguo.
He was three years older than Su Qianqian and attended a second-rate university, but he rarely went to school.
Last year, Zhou Jianguo and I visited her home once. After seeing her, I immediately fell in love with her and started sending her messages every now and then to pursue her.
However, Su Qianqian disliked Zhou Minghui and always rejected him, never giving him any hope.
But Zhou Minghui was like a persistent plaster, constantly sending messages to inquire about my well-being.
Sometimes it's asking me to have dinner, sometimes it's asking me to see a movie, and sometimes it's just sending the four words "What are you doing?" ten times.
It wasn't until about six months before the college entrance exam that things calmed down for a while.
Su Qianqian thought Zhou Minghui had finally given up, but it started again these past two days.
It now appears to be just a halftime break.
Su Qianqian looked at the message on her phone and, without the slightest hesitation, typed a few words and sent them back.
[No time.]
Don't message me anymore.
A few seconds later, Zhou Minghui sent another message.
[Qianqian, don't be so heartless. Let's talk a few more times so we can get to know each other better.]
Moreover, we're a good match in terms of social standing; if we were to get married, it would be a powerful alliance.
Su Qianqian frowned again when she saw the message that had just been sent.
She took a deep breath and typed again: [I'll say this one last time: I don't like you now, and I never will. Please don't bother me with your unsolicited affections.]
If you don't know the meaning of these Chinese characters, you can look them up online or go back to elementary school to learn them again.
After sending these messages, Su Qianqian deleted the text message history and blocked Zhou Minghui's phone number as well.
She put her phone on silent and looked back at the computer screen.
Su Qianqian's face regained a touch of warmth when she saw that her husband's profile picture was still lit up.
She couldn't understand why, out of all the men in the world, none could compare to her husband.
Indeed, her husband is the best man in the world, and the man she is determined to marry in this lifetime!
Su Qianqian placed her fingers on the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't type.
Never mind, it's too late today, my husband should rest too.
She shut down the computer, went to the window, drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and lay back down on the bed.
Before Su Qianqian closed her eyes, she remembered what her husband had said about "black stockings".
Her face flushed again. She turned over in the darkness, buried her face in the pillow, and chuckled softly.
……
at the same time.
A hotel room.
Zhou Minghui was shirtless, holding a young and beautiful woman in his arms, with a burning cigarette in his mouth.
He looked at the message on his phone, his expression changing slightly.
However, Zhou Minghui was not angry; instead, he laughed.
He was right about her; Su Qianqian was indeed different from other women, with a fiery temper.
Only by conquering a woman like that can one feel a sense of accomplishment.
"Young Master Zhou," the woman nestled in Zhou Minghui's arms and asked, "What's making you so happy?"
"It's nothing." Zhou Minghui tossed his phone aside and flicked the ash from his cigarette. "I just thought of some happy things."
"By the way, didn't you say next Thursday is your boyfriend's birthday?"
The woman nodded: "Yes, I couldn't be with you that day."
"I want to buy my boyfriend a pair of authentic Air Jordan sneakers; he's wanted them for a long time."
Zhou Minghui stroked the woman's hair and smiled, "You're so good to your boyfriend."
"In that case, let's finish that day's work now."
The woman smiled slightly, nodded again, and quickly slid down into the blankets.
Zhou Minghui put his hands behind his head, took a few deep breaths, and his mood improved a bit.
……
The next morning.
After washing up, Lin Bei came out of the bathroom and walked to the wardrobe, rummaging through it.
He pushed aside all the T-shirts he usually wore and pulled out a white short-sleeved shirt from them.
I chose a pair of dark blue straight-leg jeans, with the cuffs just covering the tops of my shoes, and no flashy rips or chains on the legs.
The shoes were a pair of white canvas shoes.
Lin Bei changed his clothes and checked the contents of his pockets again.
Wallet, phone, keys—all three are there.
He pushed open the door and walked out, gently closing it behind him.
As soon as I turned around, I heard the door next door open.
Then Song Qingning walked out of the door.
She wasn't wearing that sequined headband today; instead, she tied her long, flaxen-gold permed hair into two ponytails.
Two ponytails hung down in front of her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled. She wasn't wearing heavy makeup, just a light layer of lip gloss, and her eyeliner was drawn very thinly, unlike her usual thick, dark eyeliner.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a pink cartoon rabbit printed on the chest.
Below was a pair of denim shorts, the hem of which reached just to the middle of the thigh, revealing a whole section of fair, white legs.
She was wearing a pair of white sneakers, with a small section of white lace-trimmed socks peeking out from the shoe opening.
She had a small beige crossbody bag slung around her waist, with a plush panda keychain hanging from it.
Song Qingning closed and locked the door, then turned around and looked up to see Lin Bei standing in front of her.
Her eyes lit up, and she began to look Lin Bei up and down, asking curiously:
"Aren't we going to the hospital to visit a patient?"
"Why are you dressed so handsomely? Are you going on a blind date?"