82: Chapter 82 Is Brother Qi really that strong?

When the porsche 911 pulled into the underground garage of Yinhu Residence, Zhang Qi saw the gray Volvo parked in the corner at a glance.

Manager Chen Danni had already arrived.

Zhang Qi checked the time. From leaving the shopping mall until now, he had been driving the porsche 911, and she had been driving the Volvo, yet she had still arrived before him.

With such an impatient personality, it was no wonder she could pull off something like embezzling public funds and leveraging them tenfold to speculate on US stocks.

Zhang Qi turned off the engine and pushed open the car door.

Qian Mengsheng, in the passenger seat, also got out, keeping her head down, her fingers still clutching the fabric of her pants.

From the mall to here, a drive of over twenty minutes, she hadn't said more than three sentences in total.

Zhang Qi didn't deliberately try to make conversation. The silence between them wasn't awkward, but it definitely carried a subtle tension.

The elevator went to the top floor, and Zhang Qi took out his keys to open the door.

While walking in, he said, "This was Sister Danni's place before, but it has already been transferred to my name."

He pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Qian Mengsheng enter first.

"Sister Danni and I will stay in the master bedroom; you can just find any of the guest bedrooms to stay in."

Zhang Qi's tone was very casual, much like arranging a hotel stay for a colleague on a business trip.

"I've bought new daily necessities for everything—towels, toothbrushes, and so on. They're all in the bathroom cabinet, just help yourself."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Qi."

Qian Mengsheng's voice sounded nonchalant, but her footsteps faltered at the entryway.

Brother Qi bought Sister Danni's house?

What kind of move was this?

Manager Chen Danni was clearly the company's Analysis Department Manager and had her own property in Shenzhen; why would she sell her house to Zhang Qi?

Moreover, Zhang Qi said, "Sister Danni and I will stay in the master bedroom"—he said it so naturally, just as if he were saying the weather was nice today.

Many thoughts flashed through Qian Mengsheng's mind, but she didn't ask any of them out loud.

She changed into the slippers at the entryway and followed Zhang Qi into the living room.

It was a 180-square-meter flat with a dark, modern minimalist decor style: walnut flooring, a gray fabric sofa, and the night view of Yinhu Mountain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The living room lights were on, casting a warm yellow glow across the floor.

Manager Chen Danni was sitting on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, her posture upright and elegant.

She had already changed her clothes; it wasn't the white shirt and wide-leg pants from the daytime, but a loose silk pajama set. The deep wine-red fabric clung to her body, and while the neckline wasn't low, the subtle, peek-a-boo effect was even more captivating.

Her ear-length short hair was the same as during the day, but that sharp, aggressive edge she had in the office was gone, and she seemed much softer overall.

"You're back."

Manager Chen Danni's gaze swept over Zhang Qi and then landed on Qian Mengsheng behind him.

She didn't say anything extra, but the scrutinizing look in her eyes was very clear.

Qian Mengsheng subconsciously straightened her posture.

Manager Chen Danni's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them before finally withdrawing.

Their clothes were neat, their hair wasn't messy, and there were no traces of anything.

The corners of her mouth relaxed slightly, but the expression on her face didn't change.

"Come on, let's go back to the room to rest."

Zhang Qi didn't give the atmosphere a chance to ferment at all. He walked directly to the sofa, wrapped an arm around Manager Chen Danni's waist, and lifted her up from the sofa.

The movement was incredibly natural, just like a man returning to his own home and pulling his own wife along.

He didn't intend to hide it from Qian Mengsheng.

He hadn't hidden it from Su Ran, so there was no need to hide it here either.

If Qian Mengsheng wanted to be with him, she would have to accept these things sooner or later; being secretive would only be pointless.

Manager Chen Danni stiffened for a moment when he wrapped his arm around her.

She subconsciously lowered her head, a faint flush rising on her cheeks.

It wasn't shyness.

It was because she felt... a bit embarrassed in front of Qian Mengsheng.

After all, until this afternoon, she was still Qian Mengsheng's direct superior, holding onto her manager's airs in the office.

Now, she was being held by the waist by her former subordinate and led to the bedroom, like a little wife.

The contrast was just too great.

Manager Chen Danni quickened her pace, almost half-dragged, half-pulled by Zhang Qi into the master bedroom.

The door closed behind them.

Qian Mengsheng was left alone in the living room.

She stood where she was, staring at the tightly closed master bedroom door for several seconds.

In the quiet living room, there was only the humming sound of the central air conditioning vent.

Qian Mengsheng took a deep breath, turned around, and walked toward the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway.

She pushed the door open and felt for the light switch on the wall.

The guest bedroom was quite large, about twenty square meters. There was a large 1.8-meter bed, the bedding was brand new and neatly folded.

A desk lamp sat on the nightstand, and next to it was an unopened Bluetooth speaker.

The door to the private bathroom was half-open, and inside, one could see a row of daily necessities on the vanity: toothbrushes, towels, facial cleanser—all brand new, with the packaging still intact.

Zhang Qi was right; everything was prepared.

Qian Mengsheng closed the bedroom door, put her bag on the nightstand, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something Su Ran had said.

That day at Yunduan No. 1, Su Ran was sitting in that multi-million dollar luxury home, saying with a hint of disdain—

"You don't even dare to fall out with your best friend, how are you going to fight for him against other women?"

At that time, Qian Mengsheng felt that this was just an excuse Su Ran made up to justify fighting for Zhang Qi.

But now, she truly felt that Su Ran was much braver than she was.

Su Ran quit her job, moved into the house Zhang Qi bought, and bet everything she had on him.

Manager Chen Danni was even more ruthless; she threw away a ten-year financial career just like that, writing a resignation letter faster than a food delivery order.

These two women were more decisive than the other.

And her?

From the moment she found out Zhang Qi had struck it rich until now, the boldest thing she had done was say the word "Okay" today.

Okay, I'll go home with you.

Just for that one word, her hands, which had been clutching her pants, were sweating.

Qian Mengsheng sighed, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

She knew she wasn't Su Ran, nor was she Manager Chen Danni.

She couldn't be that resolute.

But she also knew that if she kept hesitating like this, nothing would ever change.

Qian Mengsheng turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Forget it, just go to sleep.

There are things to do tomorrow.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind.

But after about ten minutes, she realized she couldn't sleep at all.

It wasn't that she couldn't sleep.

It was because there was noise next door.

The soundproofing in this apartment was actually quite good; in a 180-square-meter flat, there was a bathroom and half a wall between the guest bedroom and the master bedroom.

But it couldn't withstand the penetrative power of that sound.

In the past, even when Manager Chen Danni was scolding people, although it was authoritative and made people feel afraid, her voice wasn't loud.

But today, Qian Mengsheng finally realized that Sister Danni's voice could be so penetrating.

It wasn't very clear, but vaguely, intermittently, the suppressed female voice drifted over...

Qian Mengsheng's face instantly burned hot.

She flipped the pillow over and covered her ears.

It was useless.

The sound was like it had tentacles, drilling in through the cracks in the walls; no matter how she blocked it, she couldn't stop it.

Qian Mengsheng bit her lip, burying her entire face into the quilt.

In this day and age, even if one hasn't eaten pork, one has at least seen pigs run.

She told herself in her heart, calm down, it's adult business, it's perfectly normal.

It'll only be a few minutes, maybe ten minutes at most, just endure it and it'll pass.

Qian Mengsheng pressed the pillow down tighter and began to count silently in her head.

One, two, three...

By the time she counted to one hundred, the sound was still there.

By the time she counted to two hundred, the sound hadn't stopped; instead, it had gotten louder.

Qian Mengsheng: "..."

By the time she counted to three hundred, she gave up on counting.

She took the pillow off her face, turned to her side, and stared at the direction of the wall.

Behind that wall was the master bedroom.

The sound was still continuing.

And it was the kind... that had absolutely no intention of stopping.

Qian Mengsheng checked the time on her phone.

From the moment she entered the guest bedroom until now, thirty-two minutes had passed.

Thirty-two minutes.

Next door still hadn't quieted down.

Qian Mengsheng was completely stunned.

She turned over, then turned over again, and finally lay flat on her back on the bed, her eyes wide open.

No way, Brother Qi used to sit at his desk in the company tapping on his keyboard every day, he didn't go to the Gym, didn't jog, and she had never seen him do any exercise.

Is he really that strong?