I, Qinghuan

Chapter 1

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At 2:30 in the morning, the streets were empty, the sky was snowing heavily, and the atmosphere was silent.

Qi Yi finally completed the last bit of work at hand, stretched his waist comfortably, turned off the computer, plugged in the charging cable for the mobile phone, turned off the lamp, and went into the warm quilt. She was about to fall asleep when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Qi Yi woke up immediately, and the door was knocked a little urgently. She immediately climbed out of the comfortable bed and went to the door to check the situation.

As soon as the door opened, a woman covered in snow was standing there with red and swollen eyes. Most of the snow had turned into water, and her long curly hair, which had been scalded and delicately curved, was miserably stuck to the side of her pale face. The coat soaked in snow, a pair of large sunglasses in one hand, and the wet shirt clinging to the body, has a kind of embarrassing beauty.

"Zhu Zhu, how did you get like this?" Qi Yi became anxious, worried that her appearance would be photographed by the paparazzi, and asked Zhu Qinghuan to enter the room, "Come in quickly."

Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips tightly and followed Qi Yi into the room.

"What's the matter? Why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" Qi Yi helped Zhu Qinghuan to take the sunglasses and wet jacket in his hand, "Have you... cried?"

Zhu Qinghuan has a very gentle temperament. Ordinary people will not be willing to bully her when they look at her soft and gentle eyes. If she is really bullied, she will only laugh at it and never care about others. Qi Yi and her were in college for four years, and they never saw her become jealous with others in four years. Later, Zhu Qinghuan entered the entertainment industry, and she became a top-notch flower. She has dirty words. But Zhu Qinghuan will only look down one by one slowly, without saying anything, not even angry, and will add an extra sentence "Thank you for following me" in the automatic reply. Such a slow person, Qi Yi rarely sees her cry.

"Xiao Yi," Zhu Qinghuan's lips trembled slightly, "she is back."

"Who?" Qi Yi wondered.

Zhu Qinghuan raised her eyes, her eyelashes curled up: "Nanyang, she's back."

Qi Yi was stunned for a moment and understood Zhu Qinghuan's fear at the moment.

Zhu Qinghuan knew that the name of the person he was going to marry in the future was Nanyang from the time he could remember.

More than 20 years ago, Zhu's family opened a small company. When Zhu Jun married Yu Fengli, the company was still developing well. Although it didn't make much money, it was at least profitable. But after Yu Fengli became pregnant, the whole country suffered an extremely severe financial crisis. A small company like Zhu's family became the cannon fodder inside. It was just that one project went wrong and all the company's capital chain was broken. At that time, Zhu Jun stood on the top floor every day, thinking about whether he should jump off, but when he jumped off, his debts would not be cleared with his death.

At this time, the city's richest man, Mei's Group, approached Zhu Jun. Chairman Mei Zhongli said, "I can save your company and your life." I have only one condition, let your daughter marry my daughter and marry when they grow up.

The desperate Zhu Jun didn't dare to ask Mei Zhongli the reason for doing this, so he compromised and agreed, agreeing to give his unborn daughter to the Mei family in exchange for benefits. Mei Zhongli also said that when I came up with the name, let's call it Qinghuan.

Zhu Jun glanced at the dictionary that he was able to flip through, as well as several names already written in the notebook next to him, and nodded humbly to Mei Zhongli. Well, it's up to you, called Qinghuan.

The Mei family and the Zhu family have been closely related since then. Mei Zhongli will often visit and care more about the situation of the Zhu family than the relatives of the Zhu family. He watched Zhu Qinghuan grow from a baby to a little girl, from a little girl to a girl, and from a girl to a mature woman. During this period, he kept telling Zhu Qinghuan that when you grow up, you will marry my daughter Nanyang. Remember, you can't like others, you only have one choice, that is Nanyang.

But since childhood, Zhu Qinghuan had never seen Nanyang in Mei Zhongli's mouth. All she knew was that Nan Yang was eleven years older than herself. She was sent to Australia to study since she was a child, and she never came back. Mei Zhongli said that when she comes back, it will be the time for you to get married.

She didn't even know what Nanyang looked like.

"Did your father say that? She's coming back?" Qi Yi looked at Zhu Qinghuan with red eyes in distress.

"Well." Zhu Qinghuan frowned, and there was still a choked sobs in her voice, "I had a fight with my dad. I said I didn't want to marry someone I didn't know, but he didn't promise me."

"Congratulations..."

"Xiao Yi," Zhu Qinghuan's eyes were wet again, "I don't want this, I don't want my marriage... It's a plaything for the rich, do you understand?"

Love and marriage should be the most free existence. It is not easy for a person to live alone in the world. It is the most important thing in a woman's life to be able to choose a person whom she admires to spend the rest of her life. But she had no choice. Her marriage had been sentenced to a sentence since she was born, and the name of the shackle was "Nanyang".

Who will be willing

Qi Yi sighed and said, "Go take a shower first."

Zhu Qinghuan just stood still, her eyes were slightly lost: "I want to struggle once."

Qi Yi looked at her, opened her mouth, but stopped talking, her eyes were full of pity.

"From childhood to adulthood, every step of my life was arranged by Uncle Mei. I went to the school he chose for me, made friends with the people he chose, and was sent to the entertainment industry by him. Even the brokerage company helped me. Signed." Zhu Qinghuan's pale face lowered, "But there is only marriage, I want to be the master myself."

"I'll take you to the Mei family tomorrow." Qi Yi smiled relievedly, "Go to Mr. Mei and tell him everything you want to say."

Zhu Qinghuan hummed and looked at Qi Yi gratefully: "Thank you Xiaoyi. I'm sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night."

"You're welcome, how many years have we been friends?" Qi Yi smiled and touched Zhu Qinghuan's wet head, "Go take a shower, or you will catch a cold, how will you record your variety show in two days? Woolen cloth?"

Zhu Qinghuan nodded obediently.

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They only slept for four hours. Early the next morning, Qi Yi wore two dark circles under his eyes, loaded Zhu Qinghuan with sleepy eyes, and took a long detour to the Mei's Group Science and Technology Park. There is no way, Qi Yi is a teacher, he has to go to school early to see the students study early, and then he will be late.

The snow was still falling. After arriving at the destination, Qi Yi took her an umbrella from the car and told her to cover the snow carefully.

Zhu Qinghuan woke up from the cold air after getting out of the car. She put on her sunglasses and made sure that no one around noticed her, so she bent down and said goodbye to Qi Yi quickly, clutching her sunglasses and walking towards the entrance of the park.

The new security guard at the door hurriedly put down the half-eaten meat bun and stopped her: "Miss, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

Zhu Qinghuan buried the lower half of his face into the collar and replied softly, "Look for your Chairman Mei."

"Mr. Mei hasn't gone to work yet, and there's probably no one in the office, why don't you wait, his secretary will come later, I'll let you in after confirming?"

"You..." Zhu Qinghuan was about to say something, but after a second thought, she didn't want the security to recognize her, so she pursed her lips and asked instead, "Where am I waiting?"

"Over there," the security guard pointed to the corner of the street, "you can see a bus stop when you turn around. There is a roof, there are seats, it doesn't leak, and it's very comfortable."

"Okay," Zhu Qinghuan nodded politely to the security guard, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The security guard waved his hand happily.

Zhu Qinghuan moved to the bus stop that the security said was like a VIP room step by step, she raised her hand and took off her sunglasses, and wiped the mist on it with her neckline.

Turning the corner, the station is within easy reach.

The heavy snow blanketed everything visible to the naked eye, and the wind swept the snow and filled the surrounding air, blurring everything.

A snowflake was blown under the umbrella, she squinted her eyes, passed through the broken snow on her eyelashes, and vaguely saw a person sitting beside the stop sign.

A fuzzy outline.

She blinked, and the snow on her eyelashes melted.

The appearance of that person suddenly became clear.

It was a young woman, wearing a warm and elegant white down jacket, with long black hair flowing on the pure white fabric, as beautiful as satin. She was looking down to eat a bunch of candied haws that were about to melt, chewing slowly with her bulging mouth, and the yellow syrup smeared on her snow-white fingertips, giving it a sticky beauty. The drooping eyebrows and eyes were cold, but it did not prevent them from looking good, so that people wanted to learn a set of sketching skills immediately and find an artistic carrying container for them.

Extremely black hair, extremely white clothes. Red to the extreme sugar, cold to the extreme person.

If the winter season can be transformed into an adult, it must be like this. Pure and clear, cold and chic, her eyebrows and ends of her hair are inexhaustible silence, just looking at her, she can feel the snow blowing from her character.

She doesn't seem to belong to this chaotic and impetuous era.

The woman suddenly stopped chewing and slowly raised her head to look here.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at those light brown eyes that were like tea, and her heart was suddenly empty.

The woman was stunned for a while, then lowered her head, and groped in the pocket of her down jacket without taking the sugar gourd. After a while, she took out a pack of tissues and raised her hand to Zhu Qinghuan from a distance:

"Give."

Zhu Qinghuan was in a trance, "... ah?"

"Wipe it."

The woman raised her hand and seemed reluctant to talk much.

Zhu Qinghuan blinked a few times, and hurriedly came back to her senses. When she touched her face, she realized that the snow at the corner of her eyes had turned into a wet patch.

"Yes, it's snow, the snow has melted..." Zhu Qinghuan explained in a panic, she was afraid that the woman would misunderstand that she was crying. It's not ashamed to cry, but it's not always good to be misunderstood.

"Um."

Still only one word, cold and distant.

Zhu Qinghuan quickly packed up her mood, walked under the shed, and took the tissue. She sat silently beside the woman, carefully keeping the distance between them.

Is there really so much snow in her eyes

strangeness.

The woman started eating the bunch of candied haws again, without saying a word, frowning slightly, as if she was worried about how to finish the sugar coating before it melted.

"Give it back to you, thank you, thank you." Zhu Qinghuan handed the rest of the tissue back to the woman beside him.

"You keep it."

"Then, thank you."

"Um."

Zhu Qinghuan swayed back and forth like sitting on pins and needles. The air was silent for a long time. She felt a little embarrassed, so she had nothing to say, "You... Are you waiting for the bus here?"

"no."

Still simple words.

"Then you... what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for Mei Zhongli."

"Mei..." Zhu Qinghuan reacted, only to realize that she called Mei Zhongli's name, "Are you an employee of the Mei family?"

"Employee?" The woman frowned suspiciously, "... That's it." She was silent for a moment, then asked Zhu Qinghuan, "How about you? Are you waiting for the bus?"

When Zhu Qinghuan heard her say so many words in one breath, she also took the initiative to ask herself, and couldn't help but smile: "I am just like you, waiting for your chairman."

The woman bit down another candied gourd and replied softly, "Yeah."

"Actually, it's not a big deal," Zhu Qinghuan didn't like to tease herself, but she wanted to find some topic to chat with this woman, and she liked to listen to her, "You may not know me, my name is Zhu Qing Huan, have you heard my name? You should have heard it, right? I... I'm a star, and I've been on hot searches a lot lately."

The woman's action of eating the candied gourd stopped, and after a moment, she sighed softly from her breath.

"Of course I know, your name is Qinghuan."

"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan was very happy when she heard that she knew her. "Then you may just know my name well, and you haven't clicked on it, so you didn't recognize my face just now."

"..." She didn't speak.

Zhu Qinghuan looked down at her toes, not knowing what to say next.

After a long while, the woman took the initiative to speak: "What are you looking for Mei Zhongli?"

Zhu Qinghuan smiled bitterly. It stands to reason that she shouldn't talk too much with strangers. Who knows whether this person is good or bad, and whether she will turn her face and sell herself to a marketing account. But... The marriage relationship between her and the Mei family has long been deliberately let go by Mei Zhongli, and it is already well known in the circle. What's the difference

"It's nothing, you should have seen it from the Eighth Group or other places, me and the Mei Shi..." Zhu Qinghuan frowned, her eyes were full of bitterness, "I... I don't want to... "

"Don't you want to marry the Mei family?"

The woman lowered her head, bit the stick with rock candy, and asked vaguely.

Zhu Qinghuan did not speak.

The woman was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned around and rummaged in her handbag for a while. After a while, she took out a bunch of rock candy strawberries, and her eyes were on her food from beginning to end, "If you really don't want to marry, talk to her directly. She said she wouldn't force you."

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her suspiciously: "he? Which he? Uncle May?"

The woman didn't answer, she glanced at the watch on her wrist, suddenly stood up, held up the strawberry she ate only one rock candy, and said to Zhu Qinghuan in a soft voice: "I'll go first, it's snowing outside, you be careful."

"Then you..." Zhu Qinghuan wanted to say, you don't have an umbrella either, so stay for a while longer.

But the woman didn't give her a chance to keep her, and she quickly turned around and left. Zhu Qinghuan looked at her blankly, seeing that the thin back was blending with the heavy snow outside, there was no embarrassment in the snow, and it was even harmonious, like a complete ink painting.

A strange thought flashed in Zhu Qinghuan's heart:

If only the woman had another umbrella in her hand.

Moreover, it has to be the kind of ancient plain oil-paper umbrella.

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