Quick Transmigration The Prodigal Son Chapter 32

The Tyrant CEO's Small Delicate Wife (4)

The next day, the spring sunlight shone down brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. It was another good day. 

Jiang Zhe woke up naturally, changed his clothes, and had his breakfast served by his maids. 

When he left the house, he glanced back. When he had the time, he would find a new place to live in. 

After he went to the company, he spent most of his time integrating the original soul's memory and handling doc.u.ments. 

His efficiency was still not too high. By four in the afternoon, he had only managed to process those urgent doc.u.ments that needed to be reviewed and approved. 

When the secretary came in to get the doc.u.ments, Jiang Zhe suddenly stopped him: “Help me to keep an eye out on whether there are any luxury apartments on sale near the company?” 

The secretary didn't understand his intentions. However, he still smiled and nodded with professionalism. 

“Understood, CEO.” 

Jiang Zhe: “En, you may go.”

The peaceful days pa.s.sed by. Practice makes perfect. Before long, he gradually started to get skilled at his job, spending his weekends on dates with Qin Qing. 

Qin Qing's initial worry gradually turned to sweet antic.i.p.ation. 

This afternoon, Jiang Zhe had just finished processing the doc.u.ments on hand when his handphone rang. 

He took the call, “Qing Qing, what's up?” 

Qin Qing pouted over the phone, dissatisfiedly saying: “I can't find you if nothing's up?”

Jiang Zhe smiled gently, “You can.” He asked again: “Do you have any arrangements on tonight?” 

“No.” Within a split second, an answer came over. 

Jiang Zhe: “Then, can I trouble Miss Qing Qing for a favour today?"

Qin Qing: “What with?” 

Jiang Zhe: “You will know when you go to my house.” 

Qin Qing looked at her handphone and frowned. What was it that he had to be so mysterious about?

However, when she arrived at Jiang Zhe's villa, she was taken aback to see him guiding people to move his things out, and ran with small steps to Jiang Zhe's side: “You're moving house?” 

Jiang Zhe nodded. 

Qin Qing: “Where are you moving to?” 

Jiang Zhe: “This is what I wanted you to help me with. Help me take a look at whether my new house is good.” 

Qin Qing: “Ah?!!” 

She stumbled clumsily into Jiang Zhe's car. When she took the elevator up, walking into the three room two hall luxury apartment, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in amazement. 

She ran to the full length window, looking down from above at the city scenery and praised it from the bottom of her heart: “It's beautiful.” 

“Not only is the scenery good, but it's also close to the company.” Jiang Zhe came up behind her unknowingly, hugging her, his head resting on her shoulder. 

Jiang Zhe: “If you want to see the scenery in the future, you can come over at any time.” 

Under Qin Qing's dazed eyes, Jiang Zhe handed her a bunch of keys. 

Qin Qing felt a little like she was floating on a cloud, asking faintly: “Jiang Zhe, what do you mean?” 

Jiang Zhe shook the key, his eyes deep like they filled with stars, “It's what you're thinking?” 

Qin Qing: !!! 

The surprise came too fast, like a tornado. 

Her brain has already blown up like fireworks. She couldn't hear anything else. 

What to do? 

Her heart was beating so fast. 

She looked at the man in front of her, her heart "putong putong" beating like it was going to jump out her chest. 

Qin Qing grabbed the key, and growled: “You've given it to me, so it's mine in the future. You can't take it back.” 

Jiang Zhe: “En, I won't.” 

Qin Qing smiled sweetly. She ignored the movers who were still moving about in the house, jumping up and hugging Jiang Zhe, burying her head in his neck and whispering: “Jiang Zhe, you're so good.”

…………… 

After that day, Qin Qing would drop by this apartment whenever she could, occasionally sending a message to her circle of friends, showing off her homemade pastries. 

Suddenly, her WeChat notification sounded. 

Ke Ke: “Eh? Something happened [curious]” 

Qin Qing's smile suddenly paused, her fingers continually typed on the screen. Finally, she looked at her text and deleted it again. 

Qin Qing: “En.” 

Soon, another message came in. 

Ke Ke: “So calm?” 

Qin Qing didn't feel like replying. 

Before long, her handphone sounded that there was a new message. 

Ke Ke: “It can't be that you're dating?” 

Ke Ke: “A fellow with only eyes for her man, throwing her friends aside [contempt]” 

Ke Ke: “What exactly are you doing?” 

Ke Ke: “Why are you ignoring me?” 

Ke Ke: “Qin Qing???” 

Ke Ke: “Where are you?” 

………… 

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of messages on her WeChat. 

Qin Qing felt extremely annoyed. 

Qin Qing: “I'm busy. [Goodbye]” 

The messages really stopped. 

Qin Qing pressed her lips together, feeling that her mood was just terrible.

It was like this since before. When they had a problem, they would look for her. When they had no problems, they would ignore her. 

That night, she clearly said, “She caught her male G.o.d”, yet they were still asking her now whether she was dating. 

Qin Qing only felt that this plastic flower-like friendship was really fragile, really ridiculous. 

When Jiang Zhe returned home at night, he saw the house was in complete darkness. He turned on the light and saw Qin Qing sprawled on the sofa, her whole body screaming "sad". 

Jiang Zhe was shocked. Going over and touching her forehead, “There's no fever. Do you feel unwell anywhere?” 

Qin Qing rubbed her chest indignantly, “It's feels bad here.” 

Then she told him the history between her and Ke Ke over the past two years. 

Jiang Zhe: #_# 

This girl was really foolish, only realising now that she had been treated as an emotional dump by others for two years. 

He looked at someone who had wilted and gave up his teasing thoughts, touching her face, “Let's go. Since you're in a bad mood, I will take you out for a ride.” 

Qin Qing groaned, not wanting to move. A pair of angry eyes even glared at him. 

Jiang Zhe could only give in. 

He stretched out his hands, sweeping her up in a princess carry. Qin Qing suddenly felt weightless, and was frightened into hugging her man's neck tightly. 

Qin Qing was embarra.s.sed and afraid: “Others will see, how embarra.s.sing.” 

Jiang Zhe: “Then come down and walk on your own.” 

Qin Qing: “I don't want to.” 

Jiang Zhe: = = 

They were lucky, there was no one there the entire way to the parking lot. 

Jiang Zhe asked her: “Are you alright with eating j.a.panese food tonight?” 

Qin Qing lowered her head and didn't say anything. 

Jiang Zhe stared at the side of her face, raising his eyebrows slightly. Was this a silent rejection?! 

He threw the question over. “Then what do you want to eat?”

Qin Qing sniffled and coughed a few times. “Up to you, I'm alright with anything.” 

The car was quiet again. 

Jiang Zhe rested one elbow on the steering wheel, his index finger poking his forehead. 

Up to him! 

This was really……… 

It wasn't up to him at all. 

He thought about it and asked: “What about Chinese food? Sichuan cuisine?” 

Qin Qing turned her head, her eyes looking exhausted. 

Jiang Zhe: ……… 

Jiang Zhe: “Cantonese food?” 

Qin Qing remained silent. 

Jiang Zhe snorted weakly. Retracting his hand, he tilted his head up slightly and leaned back against the seat. 

“Then let's just sit like this. Once you've thought about it, we can set off.” 

Qin Qing looked up at him incredulously, “You…” 

She was in a bad mood, but not only did he not coax her, he even treated her in such a manner. 

Qin Qing felt a little wronged. 

Jiang Zhe couldn't stand to see her sad and could only blindly throw out a place: “Then let's go to the night market.” 

Qin Qing's eyes brightened in an instant. 

Jiang Zhe coughed softly. “I haven't gone in a long time. Do you want to go?” 

Qin Qing: “En.”  

The car drove directly there and finally stopped at the side of the road, attracting second glances from pa.s.serbys. 

At this time, the night market was just beginning. It was extremely lively, with neon lights shining and constant traffic. 

They followed along the squeezy crowd. Seafood stores, dry hotpot restaurants, mala soup, fried meat sticks, unending potatos, along with barbecues and kebabs, many unknown delicacy's fragrance mixed together. 

Jiang Zhe protected Qin Qing with one hand, lest she got lost in the middle of the flowing crowd, and asked distractedly: “What do you want to eat?”

Qin Qing sniffed the fragrance of the food in the air, and almost couldn't move. Her eyes looked left and right as if they weren't enough to take in all the sights. 

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tangled: “How about Mala soup?” 

Jiang Zhe lowered his head to consider her: “Alright.” 

They walked into a neat and clean store. Qin Qing ate a bowl of duck's blood and beef tripe in spicy soup full of beef tripe and duck intestines. Her small face turned red, sweat flowing nonstop. 

From time to time, Jiang Zhe helped her wipe her sweat. When the spiciness was too much for her, he stretched his hand towards her ice cola and quickly changed it to warm tea. 

Qin Qing disdained it, “Eating spicy food should be paired with ice cold drinks.” 

Jiang Zhe didn't answer and shifted the topic, “What are those people doing?” 

Qin Qing immediately looked over and saw a bunch of young people gathered together, not knowing what they were doing. 

She was extremely curious. She quickly ate her mala soup, paid and pulled Jiang Zhe along. 

They finally saw clearly what those people were doing around. 

There were many ceramics on the ground. There were cups, yellow ducklings and ceramic cartoon cats. They were arranged regularly in rows. The further back they went, the more valuable the items were. 

Alright, compared to the things placed in front, the value of those behind as much more. 

Qin Qing had never played it before, and turned her head to look at Jiang Zhe impatiently. 

Jiang Zhe had a slight headache. 

The last time was a claw machine. This time, besides going to the night market and eating mala soup, she still wanted to play this hoop game. 

He was really the most disgraceful fake CEO in the history of all CEOs, he thought.