Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Du Qianqian tapped her knuckles unconsciously on the coffee table: "The capital chain of the South Bank has been stretched, and now we have to divide our forces into the North Bank..."

She glanced at Lin Xindie who was quietly chewing an apple: "Will Dinghua give in so easily?"

“They voluntarily gave up the initiative.”

Zhou Qi pulled out a tissue and wiped his fingertips: "We will get the North Shore planning plan tomorrow. The province is more interested in the cross-strait linkage plan."

"Where's the bridge across the river?"

"Hualong Teng'ao invested in the construction and exchanged the development rights of the North Shore land."

Zhou Qi accurately threw the fruit core into the trash can: "It's a win-win situation."

Du Qianqian stared at the gradually fading crescent moon in the fruit bowl, her thoughts spreading like ripples.

The rivals who were at loggerheads just a few hours ago suddenly turned to cooperation. The turn was too smooth.

The corner of his eye swept across Lin Xindie's drooping eyelashes, and some speculations turned in his throat and finally turned into ripples in the cup.

As dusk drifted into the living room, the light and shadow from the TV screen moved across the faces of the three people.

Du Qianqian touched Lin Xindie's slightly damp hair: "Do you want to take a shower?"

Before he could finish his words, the sound of Zhou Qi shaking open the planning map startled him from finishing his sentence.

Zhou Qi's eyes fell on Lin Xindie and he noticed that her breathing rhythm was abnormally disordered.

The girl's fingertips hanging at her sides were twitching slightly, the light pink on her neck spread along her collarbone into her collar, and tiny beads of sweat condensed on the edge of her hairline - this was the effect of the special essential oil.

"The third guest room on the left on the second floor."

He tapped the coffee table with his silver lighter. "Go take a cold shower."

Du Qianqian watched Lin Xindie disappear around the corner of the spiral staircase. The light from the crystal chandelier reflected a sharp gaze in her eyes:

"There's something strange about this girl. It's like..."

"Like a tribute specially sent to warm the bed?"

Zhou Qi smiled and unbuttoned the second button of his shirt: "If I say she is a hidden spy planted by a big shot, would you believe me?"

Du Qianqian's crocodile leather handbag fell heavily on the leather sofa:

"Zhou Qi! The lead dancer of the ballet troupe last time, the rich girl wearing a mermaid skirt at the party before that, and now this inexperienced female student..."

"You're so cute when you're jealous."

The man suddenly grabbed Du Qianqian's wrist and pulled her closer. The scent of sandalwood mixed with whiskey brushed past her earlobe:

"Would you like to make a bet? I bet this girl has a miniature recording device hidden in the compartment of her suitcase."

Before Du Qianqian could respond, Zhou Qi suddenly raised his voice and said, "Ms. Lin, would it be convenient for you to come to my bedroom now to check the itinerary?"

The shadow on the stairwell wavered.

Lin Xindie leaned over the carved railing, the moonlight outlining her thin figure, and the water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair spread dark marks on the carpet.

"Don't go too far!"

Du Qianqian grabbed the cushion and smashed it at the cynical face, leaving a crescent-shaped red mark on the man's forearm with her nails: "Do you know you are playing with fire? This kind of unknown origin..."

"It's the unknown origin that makes it interesting."

Zhou Qi grabbed her wrist and pressed it on top of her head, rubbing the lawyer's violently beating pulse with his fingertips:

"Guess what, when she finds out that the so-called intelligence is all a carefully designed script by us, will the person behind the scenes be so angry that he will personally take action?"

Du Qianqian was stunned, her fingertips unconsciously tightening the hem of her skirt: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhou Qi's lips curled up in a playful arc and his eyes swept across her red eyes.

Du Qianqian suddenly realized that she was being teased. A sour feeling rose in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes as her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Don't take it seriously, it's just a joke."

Zhou Qi leaned lazily against the sofa: "Xiao Die has mild depression, and she only followed me to learn because she trusts me. Project cooperation is nothing more than mutual benefit and mutual benefit."

"The devil believes you!"

Du Qianqian grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, her voice trembling: "You clearly said those ambiguous words just now..."

She turned her face away, and the halo of the crystal chandelier shattered into starlight in her tears.

Zhou Qi suddenly leaned over and pinched her chin: "Are you so nervous? Are you afraid that your position will be lost?"

His thumb rubbed across the corner of her wet eyes: "Mr. Du, who is usually very decisive at the negotiation table, how come he becomes a crybaby when encountering emotional problems?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Du Qianqian grabbed the apple from the fruit bowl and bit it hard, leaving a bright red lip print on the golden skin.

Zhou Qi smiled and rolled up his shirt sleeves, with his strong forearms in front of her: "Don't waste the fruit, come here if you want to vent your anger."

Seeing that the other party was really going to take action, he suddenly leaned closer to her ear and said, "Or... change to a position you like better?"

The warm breath made Du Qianqian's ears burn. She grabbed the apple core and threw it into the trash can: "No, I need to calm down!"

Zhou Qi hummed a song as he walked towards the kitchen, and the glass made a crisp sound as it collided with the marble countertop.

When his figure disappeared in the spiral staircase, Du Qianqian finally couldn't help but chase after him, her high heels making rapid drum beats on the wooden steps.

"Do we have to torture each other like this?"

She opened her arms to block the way, her nails digging deep into her palms: "You always use other women to stimulate me, is it fun to watch me lose control?"

The last syllable was broken by a sudden sob.

The smell of disinfectant floated in the air. Zhou Qi tapped the glass with his knuckles. "The sutures on her abdomen may have cracked."

"Injuried?"

Du Qianqian paused, a look of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Her fingertips suddenly touched the warm glass, and she realized that Zhou Qi had already put the glass into her palm.

Before I could react, the man strode across the corridor and pushed open the frosted glass door of the innermost room.

The figure curled up in the corner made Du Qianqian's breathing stop suddenly.

Lin Xindie's wet hair stuck to her pale cheeks. When she heard the noise, she stood up suddenly, her brows furrowed in pain, and her five fingers pressed tightly against the hem of her navy blue hospital gown.

When her eyes met Du Qianqian's, the girl's thin shoulder blades suddenly stretched into sharp bowstrings.

"Is the pain pump still effective?"

Zhou Qi's question broke the stagnation.

Lin Xindie bit her lower lip and shook her head. The ends of her hair brushed across the cup of water handed to her by Du Qianqian, and condensed into fine water droplets on the wall of the cup.

She took the cup of water with trembling hands, as if she was holding a fragile glass cup.

Du Qianqian suddenly turned around and rushed into the bathroom, turning the faucet to the maximum.

When the warm towel wiped Lin Xindie's ears, the girl leaned back like a frightened deer, and the back of her head hit the medical soundproof wall heavily.

"let me try."

Zhou Qi took the cotton towel from Du Qianqian's hand and folded it into a neat strip: "Bite this, the pain will be reduced after the muscle groups relax."

When Lin Xindie bit the towel fiercely, the waveform on the monitor, which had been fluctuating violently, actually began to calm down.

Only at this moment did Du Qianqian notice that the gauze that Lin Xindie was pressing on was showing dark red patterns.

Zhou Qi gently lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the hideous sutures beneath the square dressing - a ten-centimeter knife wound that had just been sutured three hours ago, was now oozing tissue fluid from the inside out.

The medical equipment bag was torn open with a loud noise, and the sound of metal collision startled Du Qianqian who was standing there in a daze.

She suddenly realized that the light red stain on the cuff of Zhou Qi's white coat might not be what he said was "accidentally rubbed with iodine".