Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Liu Xiwen was silenced for a moment by Qin Shu's question, and finally said implicitly: "For a bet."

"Betting?"

"That's right, a bet that I must personally lead the team to complete!" Liu Xiwen emphasized it again, but did not intend to explain further.

No matter how curious Qin Shu asked, he was unwilling to reveal it.

There was no way, Qin Shu had no choice but to say: "Since you already know my identity, you should also understand that I will not lead the team to the competition."

"You have to help me, let Mr. Shen agree to let me lead the team!"

Liu Xiwen's tone was non-negotiable, and he added: "Mr. Shen listens to you!"

Qin Shu had a look of embarrassment on his face, "Elder Liu..."

"I don't want to use your identity to threaten you, so take this matter as my begging!" Liu Xiwen said again, staring at her with burning eyes.

"..."

Qin Shu didn't know what to say for a moment.

Liu Xiwen was so persistent in leading the team to participate in the competition, which made her even more curious about the bet, but Liu Xiwen refused to say, and Qin Shu is not the kind of person who breaks the casserole about other people's private affairs.

The current leader is indeed still vacant, and Liu Xiwen's own strength is sufficient, otherwise he would not have led the team last time...

As for Mr. Shen, he probably knew some inside information, so he decided not to let Liu Xiwen participate... It is not easy to persuade him to change his mind.

help?

Still not helping?

Qin Shu weighed it in his heart.

Liu Xiwen waited nervously for her answer, subconsciously even breathing a lot easier.

Finally, Qin Shu nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll try."

Hearing this, Liu Xiwen felt as if a burden on his heart had suddenly been removed, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, "Thank you!"

After Qin Shu and Liu Xiwen finished talking, they returned to the yard.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the courtyard, he saw a slender young man wandering outside his room through the hazy rain.

The boyish and delicate faces were twisted together, as if he was troubled by something.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Shu's figure, and a bright color flashed across those dull eyes, and when Qin Shu approached, he said loudly, "You're back!"

Seeing his appearance, Qin Shu couldn't help guessing, "What do you want from me?"

"Yeah!" The boy Si Chen nodded without denying it, and then couldn't wait to confirm to her: "Are you really going to get married?"

"Isn't the news all reporting on this matter today? Of course it's true." Qin Shu replied disapprovingly, put the wet umbrella on the ground, and went to open the door.

"No, no! You can't marry someone!"

The young man's tone was eager, Qin Shu paused when he was about to enter the room, turned his head sideways, and looked at him suspiciously with clear eyes.

Uncomfortable under her gaze, the boy Si Chen coughed, "I mean...don't you like that man named Chu Linchen? You also have a child. Then you marry someone else, Wouldn't it be strange?"

His words made Qin Shu startled for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

Almost forgot, there is another guy here who knows his identity.

Qin Shu turned cold and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that the young man hesitated to speak, her tone became even colder, and she warned: "If you still want me to go back to the Youlan clan with you, just stay quietly by my side, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't worry about it." Don't worry about things."

"But..." As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he met Qin Shu's cold eyes. He had no choice but to swallow his words back, and said with some concern, "Okay, I get it."

"Go, go to your own room."

Qin Shu dismissed the boy and closed the door.

She sat at the small desk with a cup of tea, and there was a burst of rain outside the window. When she looked up, she could see the golden silk banner given by Gong Shouze hanging on the wall.

The words "benevolence, benevolence and benevolence" are dazzling under the warm lighting in the room.

Looking at the pennant, Qin Shu was thinking about other things.