I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 187: Aren’t You Afraid I’m Recording This?

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Aren’t You Afraid I’m Recording This?

Wu Xiujie sat on the sofa in the small reception room, leisurely sipped his tea, then leaned back and regarded Qiao Qingyu with a piercing gaze. He asked in a slow, yet disdainful tone, "Do you have any important clues?"

Qiao Qingyu didn’t sit down. She didn’t wish to engage in a lengthy talk with him. She remained standing at the door, her expression calm but her voice somewhat cold, "Mr. Wu, if it comes to changing faces and playing tricks, you are indeed very skilled. However, let’s get straight to the point today."

Wu Xiujie watched Qiao Qingyu with interest, a smile still on his face, "Straight to the point? What exactly do you want to say?"

"Yesterday, as I was leaving, you told me—’You’d better pray that your mother isn’t the daughter of Wu Xiucai.’ Can I take that as a veiled threat?" she asked.

Wu Xiujie looked at Qiao Qingyu in confusion, "Miss Qiao Qingyu, although I am advanced in years, my health is still good, and my memory is intact. I don’t recall ever saying that."

Qiao Qingyu, "...."

She knew he would deny it.

"Mr. Wu, regardless of your purpose or what you want to do, this is not your land to behave as you please. If you dare harm my family, I will never let you off!"

The smile gradually faded from Wu Xiujie’s face, and his gaze turned sinister as he stared at Qiao Qingyu, "What now? Are you threatening me? Do you really believe I could make a phone call right now and have you thrown into prison?"

Qiao Qingyu spread her hands, looking quite innocent, "What did I say? I am but a teenage girl. How could I threaten you? Normally, I wouldn’t even have the time to try to please you."

"Aren’t you afraid I recorded that?" Wu Xiujie asked darkly.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t seem to care as she quirked the corner of her mouth, "The words I wanted to say are these. Whether you record them or not, that’s up to you."

Having said that, Qiao Qingyu opened the door and stood at the threshold with a beaming smile, "Mr. Wu, you don’t need to see me out."

As Qiao Qingyu stepped out, He Xiuyu also got up and walked toward her.

At that moment, Wu Xiujie stood in the living room with his hands behind his back, his menacing gaze fixed on Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu smiled warmly and waved at him, "Mr. Wu, it seems we have nothing to do with each other now. My mother isn’t the person you’re looking for, but nonetheless, it was a pleasure to meet you. Goodbye."

She then lifted her head, smiled at He Xiuyu, and nodded to a few people standing beside her, each with a different expression.

Understanding the situation, He Xiuyu said solemnly, "Then we’ll be going now. Sorry to have troubled you..."

And with that, the two of them left.

Wu Xiujie stood in the small reception room, his face clouded over.

He clenched his teeth, a surge of anger in his chest he couldn’t vent. He grabbed a teacup from beside him and hurled it violently to the ground, hissing viciously, "Suicidal!"

Wu Peng’s eyes flickered, and he exchanged glances with his son.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he shook his head at his son...

He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu walked back to the guest house. The foreigner’s hotel wasn’t too far from the headquarters’ guest house; they were all in the same district.

The walk would take roughly twenty minutes.

When they passed a small park, Qiao Qingyu was pulled in by He Xiuyu.

The two leisurely walked down the shaded path.

It was already the afternoon, and dappled sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves, casting countless spots of light dancing on the ground.

After a few steps, Qiao Qingyu suddenly stopped, shook her right foot, and said with a beaming smile, "Mr. Xiao He, I really like it."

He Xiuyu, looking down, felt his mouth and throat dry up, feeling as if today was indeed a bit too hot.

Today, Qiao Qingyu wore a beige shirt and coffee-colored checkered trousers.

She was wearing nylon stockings.

Very thin, and very close to her skin color.

He knew her small feet in the socks were as white as though they were carved from jade.

He thought that Qiao Qingyu’s socks were still a bit too thin—if they were thicker, that would be better but, undeniably, they were really pretty.

"...Pretty," his voice unexpectedly hoarse.

Apart from those two words, He Xiuyu couldn’t think of any other vocabulary.

Qiao Qingyu stood obediently and cleverly in front of He Xiuyu, behind them were several towering trees, like a green umbrella, sheltering them both.

Two young people passed by them. In these times, dating was much more reserved; not even hand-holding was seen, so naturally, Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu also maintained a certain distance.

However, Qiao Qingyu still took a step forward, closing the gap between her and He Xiuyu, and said softly, "Take Rongrong home tonight to see your parents."

He Xiuyu nodded, but he didn’t say he would take Qiao Qingyu with him, because that would be incredibly hypocritical.

Qiao Qingyu looked earnestly at He Xiuyu. This man was truly good; when they had left the hotel earlier, he had stayed protectively by her side.

Although she wasn’t yet prepared to share a bed and raise children with him, she also had no thoughts of leaving him at the moment.

But the relationship between the He Family and Qiao Family was like a mountain standing between them.

It seemed He Xiuyu knew what Qiao Qingyu was troubled about. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the top of Qiao Qingyu’s hair, tenderly saying, "You are now my wife, and that will not change in the future."

Qiao Qingyu didn’t dodge, her eyes brimming like autumn water as she looked at He Xiuyu.

Such a gaze nearly melted He Xiuyu’s heart.

And such a gaze also gave He Xiuyu enough courage. It was very quiet here, even the afternoon breeze quietly slipped away.

He Xiuyu, with a serious expression and focused eyes, spoke with barely noticeable nervousness, "Mr. Little Qiao, I don’t know exactly how I feel about you, but whenever I think of spending the rest of my days with you, I feel very happy."

Qiao Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat, and then it started pounding vigorously.

Was this a confession?

It seemed so. She hadn’t expected it to be so sudden, without any psychological preparation.

She bit her lip, usually quick-witted, but now unable to utter a single word.

She looked up at He Xiuyu.

Their eyes met, and for some reason, they suddenly felt much closer to each other.

It was an indescribable and wonderfully beautiful feeling.

He Xiuyu felt his ears grow hot, so hot that his back also began to sweat. It was his first time doing this, and he was somewhat nervous, so he hastily diverted the conversation.

"I noticed Mr. Wu’s complexion wasn’t good; what did you say to him?"

Qiao Qingyu hadn’t expected He Xiuyu to change the topic so quickly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But she still needed to maintain her composure. Her eyes and brows carried a tender smile. Between a man and a woman, some affections didn’t need words to express; a look, a gesture, was worth more than a thousand words.

She softly recounted her conversation with Wu Xiujie to He Xiuyu.

"...I was just testing him, but I never expected Mr. Wu to blurt out a denial. Isn’t it funny?"

He Xiuyu’s eyebrows twitched, but he said nothing.

Qiao Qingyu continued, "Does he think this is the United States? He can’t just do whatever he wants, he’s too presumptuous."

"We also can’t take it lightly," He Xiuyu said quietly, "I will report this issue directly to the relevant departments."

"But surely he won’t admit to having said those words."

"I’ll only report my concerns," He Xiuyu declared calmly.

Then he reached out boldly and took Qiao Qingyu’s small hand, walking towards the end of the shaded path.

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