89: Chapter 89 I really want to shut her up!

"Huh?"

Shen Weiyue was extremely confused.

The first thing this fox said when we met wasn't to greet me, but to ask why I hadn't gotten tanned?

What does she mean by that!

"Shen Weiyue, didn't you say you got tanned? How come you're still so fair?" Zhao Qingyan asked very seriously, seeming quite concerned about the fact that he hadn't gotten tanned.

"No, we've traveled a thousand miles to meet by fate, and this is what you're concerned about?" Shen Weiyue was speechless.

"Yeah, what else? Come on, tell the truth, did you lie to me again!" Zhao Qingyan tightened her small face, her gaze unfriendly.

The old men playing chess on the roadside stopped playing.

The old man opposite, who was about to lose his horse, stroked his beard. Seeing Shen Weiyue's dazed expression, he chuckled, "You little brat, you're the one sweating now, aren't you? There's always someone who can handle you."

"Old man, if you do that again, I'm going to flip the table!" Shen Weiyue expressed his dissatisfaction on purpose.

"Young lady, take an old man's advice. You're so pretty, don't like this little rascal. He's loud and boisterous, doesn't know how to respect his elders at all. Let him be a bachelor forever!"

"I... am furious!"

Shen Weiyue pretended to be annoyed and embarrassed, and swiped the chess pieces into a mess. The two old men, in their astonishment, immediately began taking off their shoes.

Zhao Qingyan watched this scene with wide eyes, not understanding what was happening.

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

Seeing her dazed, Shen Weiyue found it funny. He deliberately grabbed her small hand in a rush and pulled her away.

Even though they had already held hands with fingers interlaced back when they were Fortune-telling at the same table.

But the moment they held hands this time, the feeling was completely different.

Zhao Qingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strange sensation surged through her entire body, as if she had lost the ability to think.

Shen Weiyue was pulling her, so she subconsciously followed him.

After running a few meters, she looked back at the old men. One of the old men's flip-flops missed its target and landed right on the back of a passing car.

So the shoe was carried away by the car.

"My shoe, my shoe, stop the car... You little brat, stop right there!" The old man shouted in exasperation, not even knowing who to chase.

"Only an idiot would stop, run!" Shen Weiyue, holding her soft little hand, felt secretly thrilled while running fast without stopping.

Zhao Qingyan felt like she was going to fly away while being pulled by him.

In the scorching air, the wind of freedom blew against her face. She looked at his back, which became clear in this strange city, and then blurred again.

Her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile. She emptied her mind of all thoughts and let him pull her into the park.

This scene was like the elopement of a young boy and girl, deeply etched into the memories of her youth.

Everyone has one desperate run in their life.

Years later, whenever Zhao Qingyan looked back on her life, she would involuntarily remember that afternoon in the summer, running against the scorching sun in Shenzhen in the south. That was the most brilliant part of her youth.

And the young boy who had pulled her along to run was now an old man with white hair by her side.

He would also go to the park to play chess with others, and would get so angry at young people that he threw his shoes.

She would look at him and smile, soothing him like a child, and then, just like when she was young, she would nestle into his arms.

Of course, that's all for later.

At this moment, in this place, her mind was still a complete blank.

The two of them didn't notice that after they ran off, Lu Jiangyun's driver retrieved the old man's flip-flop, respectfully returned it, and then followed them like a shadow to observe.

...

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, I've seen that person. It's a boy, he's holding the young lady's hand and running..."

"What? A boy! Where did this punk come from? Where did he take Little Yan? You better follow them right now!"

"Report, it's not a punk, it's a black-haired boy. They ran into the park."

"Black-haired or not, it doesn't matter. Keep a close eye on them, keep scouting and report back!"

On this side, the driver-scout skillfully returned to his old trade, his blood boiling.

On the other side, Lu Chunyue was in high spirits, calmly watching her brother Lu Jiangyun pacing around anxiously like an ant.

"Damn it, how could Little Yan be pulled away by a boy? How could she know any boys here? Sis, as her mother, don't you know anything..."

"I don't know."

"Then you've been negligent. Do you know how many people are watching a girl like Little Yan?"

"I know, but she doesn't like or interact with any of them... Look, today, someone who can hold her hand and run actually appeared. It's not easy, I'm so relieved..."

"You're not worried at all as a mother. Are you a fake mother?"

"If Yan Yan doesn't resist, it means this is her breakthrough to break out of her reclusive nature. Tell your driver to follow closely, and it's best if you can get me a photo. I want to see who that boy is."

The sister and brother had inexplicably swapped roles.

Lu Chunyue, who had been worried all along, became carefree, while Lu Jiangyun, who had been urging her to relax, was now anxious, more like an old father encountering a punk.

...

"Hahaha, that old man was pissed off. A terrible chess player like him dares to curse me..."

Shen Weiyue pulled Zhao Qingyan to the riverside, stopped, and laughed heartily while panting.

"Hand!" Zhao Qingyan glanced at him.

"Oh, sorry, I got excited for a moment, it was a reflex. You won't blame me, right?" Shen Weiyue had clearly created chaos on purpose to fish in troubled waters, but now he was playing dumb.

"Childish!"

"Men are boys until they die... By the way, how did you come to Shenzhen?"

"My uncle is here."

Zhao the Fox was always like this, never finishing her sentences. Shen Weiyue had to ask himself: "Did you come alone?"

"With my mom, here for a few days."

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Shen Weiyue leaned on the riverside railing, sweat already dampening a few strands of his hair.

Although Zhao Qingyan's skin had a rosy glow, she hadn't broken a sweat at all. It was truly strange.

Ice-like skin and jade-like bones, naturally cool and sweat-free, a faint fragrance fills the air when the breeze blows through the water palace.

Is this the kind of constitution a fox has?

Shen Weiyue looked at her curiously. Zhao Qingyan knew he was a rascal, so she didn't bother scolding him, and asked again: "Didn't you say you were moving bricks at a construction site? How come there are no calluses on your palms, and you haven't gotten tanned?"

Only after letting go of his hand did she remember that Shen Weiyue's palm didn't feel rough at all.

"Moving bricks doesn't necessarily require hands. I use my brain." Shen Weiyue found her dazed look very funny, so he smiled and explained, "I have a good relationship with the construction project manager, so I basically stay in an air-conditioned room to work."

"Oh, you really did lie to me again."

"What do you mean 'again'? Did you really come to see me just to check if I got tanned or not?"

"Yeah, what else?"

Zhao Qingyan replied indifferently, as if it were just something on the way.

Shen Weiyue wanted to say something but stopped himself. He smiled, shook his head, and said, "Alright, I thought you missed me."

He tried to make a casual probe, but Zhao Qingyan looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "You can't think of anything else besides this. That's all you're worth."

Director Shen's excited heart instantly calmed down.

Damn, she's so mean, attacking me personally again.

I really want to shut her cold mouth.

With my hot lips!