Chapter 4 Nacht confronts his love rival.

Thank...Xie Xianshen? !

How could it be him? ! ! ! ! !

The current situation... means that she recognized the wrong person and slapped her marriage partner?

If Quezhan wants to give up, it would be best if he disappears here immediately.

The sound of applause was deafening. Several guests at the tables nearby turned their heads to look in their direction from time to time, their necks stretched as long as giraffes, and their mouths were filled with gossip.

"What's going on over there? Looks like the current boyfriend is catching the adulterer?"

"Who is so bold as to catch the prince committing adultery? He's courting death."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the man is the eldest son of the Xie family, a powerful prince in the Beijing circle!"

The eldest son of the Xie family was inexplicably slapped by a woman.

If it were posted on Weibo, the entry would definitely go viral.

This unexpected awkwardness confused Que Deng's consciousness. She stood there for a long time, unable to come back to her senses, her whole body stiff.

It was Xie Xianshen.

He sat with his legs crossed, his dark suit was heavy and straight, which made his legs look long and strong, and his shoulders and back were broad. Although his sitting posture was a bit casual, it gave people a sense of aggression that could not be ignored, and it was also intimidating.

Especially those eyes, which were deliberately sinking into oppression, staring at the prey and blocking any chance of escape. "Miss Que, don't you have anything to explain?"

After a moment, Xie Xianshen spoke slowly, and it was his voice that pulled Que Lantern back from the edge of the cliff.

Whatever the reason, it was indeed her fault for hitting the wrong person.

Unlike the subconscious apology she said when they first met, this time she looked into his eyes and said sorry.

As the word "apology" was about to leave my lips, a man suddenly came from the corner. He was a waiter. He was holding a plate of freshly baked dishes in his hand and walked past Que Zhan in the aisle. "Excuse me, ma'am, please move aside."

The moment he finished speaking, Que Zhan's eyes caught sight of the blazing fire burning at the bottom of the plate of dishes.

Fragmented memories flashed through my mind, my heart suddenly clenched, and the fire shattered my instinct to avoid it.

The world seemed to have paused.

But no, the gears of the paused world were suddenly started.

Quezhan clearly felt a layer of extremely unfamiliar temperature covering her wrist. The warmth slowed down, and the remaining coolness slightly pulled her and caused her to lean to the side.

"Ah..."

Her balance was lost and she couldn't control her body from falling towards Xie Xianshen. Fortunately, her consciousness came before her actions, and her first reaction was to support the back of the chair with her palms to avoid a bigger accident.

Just now.

The distance between her and him shortened to an extremely small distance, and her vision shifted to him, so she could see his eyes more clearly.

And the scent on him is a light and clear woody fragrance.

So close that you can catch your breath.

After a moment, reason finally returned, and Quezhan stood up with the help of the chair back. "I'm sorry."

As if she had forgotten something, she added, "Thank you."

"Are you sorry for just now or now?"

When Quezhan stood up, her long straight black hair fell down, slowly brushing across Xie Xianshen's finger bones, as light as a reed.

He looked at her, waiting for her response.

The incident of slapping the wrong person was essentially a misunderstanding. The reason was that Quezhan misread the restaurant seat number sent to her by Xie Xianshen, and mistook 017 for 011. She sat in the wrong seat and recognized the wrong person, which led to the subsequent misunderstanding.

Since it was a misunderstanding, after Quezhan apologized, Xie Xianshen didn't make a fuss about it.

The slightly red fingerprints on the side of his cheek seemed to remind her all the time, but she felt a little guilty and didn't know whether this meeting could go smoothly.

"Do you need an ice pack? I'll ask the waiter to bring it to you." She asked in a polite and distant tone.

Although the oolong was an accident, it made Quezhan feel like the sudden guilt was putting her on the spot, and the atmosphere was weird.

Anyway, besides apologizing, we have to do something.

The slap she gave to the face had a lasting effect.

Xie Xianshen raised the corner of his lips slightly, "If Miss Que really felt sorry, she wouldn't ask me if I needed it."

"Mr. Xie, I've already apologized." Hearing the thorn in his words, now, the guilt was completely wiped out, and Que Zhan also smiled, "The cause and effect of the matter was explained very clearly." "

Does it mean that only by fighting back can this matter be settled? I think this is not Mr. Xie's demeanor."

She is very smart, and she knows that there are many things that cannot be convinced by reason 100%.

For example, now, if you put a high hat on the other party, the stage will naturally fall.

"What kind of demeanor do I have?" the man asked, his voice full of interest.

"Of course, a generous gentleman."

Xie Xianshen's personal information includes his resume and family background, but his personality is not detailed.

God knows whether he is a gentleman or not.

Que Dan carefully looked at the man in front of her, her eyes briefly pausing on the end of his eyebrows, and she caught sight of the small black mole again.

Regardless of his personality, his appearance is in line with her aesthetic.

She looked at him and he looked at her.

When the waiter came to serve the food, the stare between the two was interrupted.

After the dishes are neatly arranged, the main business begins.

"Mr. Xie, our purpose for this meeting is clear to both of us, so let's get straight to the point."

It would be too troublesome to beat around the bush, so he just made it clear.

"Okay, ladies first."

To be more precise, this was the first time for both of them to meet for a blind date. They were not very clear about the specific process, so they did not bother to be polite in greeting each other, which wasted both parties' time.

"Then let me tell you my requirements."

Quezhan didn't prepare any overly general introduction for this meeting. The factor of marriage came first, so he had to mention the requirements: "I like freedom and hate being constrained. After marriage, I hope Mr. Xie won't interfere too much in my life. You can also say that this is a nominal marriage, just a formality, and we only need to fulfill our obligations as husband and wife and cooperate in acting."

"Okay."

Two words, agreed too quickly.

Quezhan thought there was no problem and wanted to continue speaking, but Xie Xianshen interrupted her: "Miss Que, the level of life you are talking about, is it career or love?"

When they looked at each other again, she fell into his graphite eyes.

Maybe the impact of her appearance was greater than her judgment, and she was a little hesitant before speaking.

"I believe Mr. Xie is familiar with my personal information. My relationship status is single and I have no future prospects, both now and in the future."

Xie Xianshen nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Quezhan: "Also, I hope that before marriage, both parties will have a pre-marital physical examination. Since we are going to get married, both parties should have the right to know about their physical condition."

In short, the person she chooses for marriage must be in good health. If he really has any hidden medical conditions, she will be disgusted.

"Okay, any more?"

"The last point is that I hate the cold and don't want the wedding to be held too soon."

Rather than saying 'hate', it would be better to say 'afraid', but in front of Xie Xianshen, she didn't want to use this word as a starting point to expose her weakness to the public.

After making the three requests, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Her long hair seemed to stick to the side of her face, somewhat obstructing her vision, so she raised her hand to tuck the loose hair behind her ears. Following the movement, the silver hoop earrings were fully revealed, and the earrings swayed slightly in the same direction as she tilted her head.

Xie Xianshen raised his eyes and noticed.

He suddenly realized that this pair of earrings suited her temperament and she had good taste.

"Mr. Xie, do you have anything to say?" Quezhan changed his word, "Or rather, request."

"I can agree to everything Miss Que said."

Her three requests were exactly in line with his views on this marriage, "Your views and my views are also very consistent."

The meeting went more smoothly than expected, and it would have been even smoother without the slap at the beginning.

The other party's attitude was better than she had imagined.

Thank you for the marriage between the two families, which is beneficial and harmless.

"Just one thing--"

Hearing that, Que Zhan stopped trying to take the bag and waited for what he was going to say next.

"What?"

"Emotionally, you said you are not looking forward to the present and the future. Is there something missing in the verbal promise?"

People with top-notch superior bone structure, even if they just sit there and say a word, the sense of oppression will quietly linger.

Xie Xianshen sat in an unmoved posture, his brows and eyes fixed on her, unmoving.

"It's too early to make a conclusion about the future. After marriage, if Miss Que changes her current views and has new developments in her feelings, I'm afraid it will have a bad impact on our marriage."

Que Zhan believed that she had learned a lot in the lesson of understanding people's hearts. "I will ask a lawyer to draft a prenuptial agreement, which will include the requirements of both sides for this marriage."

She has always attached importance to equality and fairness. Her lips curved into a concentrated smile and she said calmly, "In addition, since Mr. Xie mentioned the emotional aspect, I'll say something about it as well. I will not interfere with your life either, but on equal terms, in order to maintain the decency of this marriage, as well as the stock markets and interest exchanges of the two groups, you'd better not touch those little vixens outside."

The most important point for Que Zhan to choose Xie Xianshen was his appearance, and the second reason was his history of heartlessness.

Just like he said, he has no interest in relationships now, and there is no guarantee for the future.

She thought her offer was fair.

"One marriage is enough." What Xie Xianshen said next hit Quezhan's heart word by word, "More is useless."

Quezhan's expression moved slightly.

She maintained politeness on the surface, but in her heart she was thinking: Just keep pretending, all men are bad.

I hear about cheating twice a day. It’s because men can’t control themselves.

There is a saying that goes, wild flowers are more fragrant than domestic flowers.

The cell phone rang loudly, and Quezhan took out her phone from her bag, said hello, and then left the table to answer the call.

But she didn't pay much attention to it, and when she took out her phone, she exposed the diamond brooch that she was about to take out of her bag.

Diamonds absorb the collision of light sources and are particularly soul-calling.

Xie Xianshen saw it, because he was very familiar with this diamond brooch, it was the one he lost at the airport.

Just then, his mother sent him a message, asking him how the meeting went and whether it went well.

He typed back "OK".

He said the word "yes" countless times today.

She said that after marriage, the two of them would not disturb each other, and there was a clear boundary between them. They only had to fulfill their obligations as a couple on the surface.

She said that she would have a premarital checkup before marriage.

She said she didn't want the wedding to be held too soon because she was afraid of the cold.

He said yes.

-After

the meeting, the two left together in the VIP elevator.

They stood side by side, but Hou Zhan intentionally kept some distance between him and Xie Xianshen.

The door of the staircase was mirrored, and when it was closed it reflected their figures. It could be seen that he was very tall, but she was not much shorter than him.

There were only two people in the space, and there was silence for a while.

The floor numbers decreased one by one, but he just stared at the numbers, lost in thought, and didn't even look at Xie Xianshen's expression in the mirror.

The man lowered his head inadvertently and paused.

Today she was wearing a pair of pure black suede high-heeled shoes with thin heels. A thin strap at the end of the shoe was wrapped around her ankle, and her ankle was slightly rubbed red.

The person involved seemed to be fine.

"Ms. Que, have you forgotten something?"

His voice brought her back to her senses again, and she was confused. His words were unclear, so how could she guess? "Mr. Xie, why don't you just say it directly?"

The elevator went down to one floor and the door opened.

Xie Xianshen did not give an answer to her question. He strode out of the elevator with his long legs, and Quezhan followed him out. He turned slightly to the side and glanced at her briefly without stopping, "Forget it, it's not important."

?

Are you playing charades?

She hates people who only speak half the words.

As I walked out of the main entrance of the restaurant, a cool breeze blew in, and I realized it was raining.

Xie Xianshen hadn't left yet. He was standing beside her, probably waiting for the driver to drive over.

Unfortunately, her car was parked in an underground parking lot and she had to walk some distance from the main entrance. She didn't bring an umbrella and didn't want to get wet in the rain.

A black Maybach Landaulet was parked in front of the restaurant's main entrance. Zuo Qian got out with an umbrella and walked to his boss' side, consciously playing the role of assistant.

It was dark at night and I couldn't see clearly what the assistant looked like.

But she heard clearly what he said to her: "Need..."

"No trouble."

These three short words quickly, accurately and ruthlessly rejected his gentlemanly invitation.

He implied that she wanted to help without asking whether it was needed, and when she heard that word, she refused without a second thought.

Quezhan carried the bag in one hand and opened the address book with the other to call a friend.

"Zhanzhan." Someone called her.

She tilted her head to look for the source of the sound. Meng Xie was walking towards her with an umbrella. He didn't pay much attention to the other people present, and his tone was familiar: "I was just about to call you."

In fact, the person she wanted to call was also Meng Xie.

"Why are you here?" Quezhan asked him.

"Didn't you say I get to choose the place to eat? This restaurant is pretty good, so I booked it."

Meng Xie remembered that Que Zhan liked this restaurant. Before going abroad, they and other friends gathered here and chatted until very late, discussing many topics.

There was a brief silence, and as if he was aware of the presence of someone else, Meng Xie turned his head and glanced.

The foggy and rainy night brings endless coolness.

Two men of similar stature stood facing each other, staring at each other silently, both wearing suits and ties, with the same calm eyes.

Compared with Meng Xie, Xie Xianshen is even colder, that kind of coldness is as if he is high up in the divine position, looking down upon the secular world.

"Well, this is..." Without saying anything, the scene seemed to be frozen, but she wanted to introduce him, but unexpectedly, the situation was different from what she had imagined.

"I know him."

The ice point suddenly cracked, and Meng Xie spoke first, "Thank you, Mr. Xie."

Meng Xie's 'I know him' was beyond Que Zhan's expectation, and her eyebrows moved unconsciously.

In response to the word "Mr. Xie", Xie Xianshen thought twice about replying with the polite word "Mr. Meng" and just nodded slightly.

"I think Miss Que misunderstood what I meant."

He remembered what Quezhan said, 'It's no trouble', and he felt it necessary to explain it clearly: "My original intention was just to remind you that if you need an umbrella, you can go to the restaurant's front desk."

It was not to show sympathy for her and ask if she needed to take my car back.

You are just being sentimental.

Quezhan automatically translated his subtext in her mind.

Humph, she sneered.

Xie Xianshen, you are really good at choking people.

I was feeling upset and was about to say something to retaliate, but at that moment, the Maybach Landaulet had already started its engine and was stuck in the continuous rain, gradually moving out of my sight.

"What's wrong? Did he piss you off?"

Meng Xie was a keen observer. He held the umbrella ribs and tilted the wide umbrella towards Que Zhan. A chuckle escaped from his throat: "Are you so unhappy?"

"Who would care about him?" Que Zhan didn't take it to heart as it was just a trivial matter.

Changing the subject, she asked, "By the way, how did you two meet?"

According to her understanding, Xie Xianshen settled in the United States a long time ago and completed his studies, while Meng Xie was in Beijing, and the two had nothing in common.

"I'll tell you in detail later." Meng Xie kept it a secret.

"Okay. You're just in time."

Quezhan didn't delve into it. She said that she was just about to call him when he arrived. It was really a coincidence. "Please take me to the underground parking lot. My car is there."

"Just like that?"

"Huh...?"

Quezhan didn't understand what he suddenly said. She frowned slightly and smiled, "What do you mean? Are we not going there with an umbrella?"

"That's not what I meant."

Meng Xie didn't say the reason, but just asked Quezhan to help hold the umbrella. His actions told her the answer.

The man squatted down in front of her, one knee touching the ground. His broad shoulders and back formed a shadow under his suit, covering up the rustling light and making smaller splashes on the ground.

"Don't your shoes fit? You don't even notice that your ankle is rubbed red."

His tone was gentle and slow. As he spoke, he took out a band-aid that he always carried with him from his pocket, tore open the corner, and gently put it on her.

The dome of the restaurant's main entrance was not big. Raindrops fell obliquely, and wet marks gradually appeared on his back.

Que Zhan held out her hand to hold the umbrella. If he hadn't told her about the injury, she wouldn't have noticed it: "Red? I don't feel any pain at all."

-Under

the gloomy sky, the Maybach Landaulet was parked on the side of the main street. The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the car body continuously, making a crisp and muffled sound.

It was dark inside the car.

Suddenly, a cluster of bright blue flames suddenly lit up, and the high temperature burned the cigarette tail inch by inch, and the stars flickered and disappeared.

The cigarette moved to his lips, he took a puff, and then slightly opened his thin lips again, and the swirling mist filled the man's entire face. When the smoke dissipated, the car window slowly lowered.

He reached over the window frame and looked sideways.

The distance was not far. He saw her smiling as he pushed aside the layers of rain.

He knelt before her on his right knee.

He clearly held the cigarette in his slightly bent long fingers and tapped it until they were stained with rain, but he still did not retract them.

"Mr. Xie, the shoes you asked to be bought for Miss Que..." Zuo Qian spoke at the right time.

But before he could finish his words -

Xie Xianshen raised his arm, and the cigarette in his hand was hit by the rain and was dying.

As if playing with a small object, his eyes were dull, and he slowly pressed it against the window frame and extinguished it: "Throw it away."