They each sat down on the sofa. The servant brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of Qin Mingyuan, and he nodded.
"I don't know what a good day it is today, but we have two distinguished guests at home." Huo Lijuan pursed her lips and smiled, then stood up and said, "You guys chat first, I'll ask the kitchen to cook a few more dishes. It's going to be lively tonight."
After she left, the atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds. Yun Haowei looked at both sides and felt that he couldn't afford to offend anyone. He spoke first after careful consideration: "I really didn't expect that Xiaoyue was only slightly injured, and that Mr. Qin and Young Master Liang had to come to visit him in person."
Hearing this, Liang Zichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the man in a neat suit, sitting alone on a single sofa.
Being used to being in a superior position, he had a natural aura about him. He leaned slightly against the back of the sofa with his legs crossed, looking stern and expressionless, as if he was about to give orders in the next second.
He also has this feeling when facing his mother.
Mr. Qin, Young Master Liang, Liang Zichen still had smiles on their lips, but something was brewing in their eyes.
A title seemed to widen the gap between their identities, which was very unpleasant.
The smile on his face deepened, as if he was not sitting in an comfortable position. He stretched his body and changed his posture. He raised one arm and put it on the back of the sofa, as if he was embracing Yun Yuexian who was sitting next to him. He said, "I didn't expect to see Mr. Qin who is so busy. He must be very busy managing such a large enterprise."
Qin Mingyuan's eyes fell on his arm for a moment, and he completely saw through his thoughts. He didn't react to his provocation. He picked up the cup and drank a sip of tea, saying, "After all, I'm my own boss, so I have my own time."
Liang Zichen's smile froze for a moment, but he adjusted quickly. What he was best at was facial expression management. He smiled and said nothing more.
Yun Yuexian felt that the atmosphere was a little off. She was happy that they were on the verge of a fight because of her, especially Qin Mingyuan. He had been feeling aggrieved for a long time because of his neglect of her during this period. Last time on the crew, he even left her out to have dinner with that cripple.
He even wondered at one point whether the other party had really lost interest in him. Now it seems that it was not the case at all. Men really need competition to be motivated.
Thinking of this, he smiled, as if he didn't notice the tit-for-tat atmosphere, and said, "Come to think of it, isn't Brother Zichen going to join the crew to film these two days? He actually has time to come and see me."
"It just so happens that I have something to deal with at home these few days, so I have postponed my joining the crew." Liang Zichen paused, glanced at the man in a suit, and said, "Even if you are injured on the crew, I will still make time to come."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the people around him. His pair of peach blossom eyes were naturally affectionate, and he stared at Yun Yuexian without blinking. No one could resist.
Yun Yuexian blushed and lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly. After a while, as if she couldn't help it, she looked up at him, and the two smiled at each other.
Yun Haowei was very happy to see his son getting along well with the eldest young master of the Liang family. However, as soon as a smile appeared on his face, he remembered something and glanced at the man sitting on the single sofa. The man's face was as gloomy as water. Was he jealous
Qin Mingyuan didn't care what they were imagining. He put his hands on his knees and tapped them gently, maintaining an unfathomable expression, his thoughts had long gone far away.
This was a habit he developed when dealing with his grandfather. Even the elders who raised him couldn't notice that he was distracted, let alone these outsiders.
From the moment they entered the door, the Yun family members did not mention Yun Pei at all, but only talked about Yun Yuexian's injury over and over again.
They say it's a small matter and it doesn't hurt anymore, but in fact they are afraid that others don't notice it, so they keep reminding people.
I wonder if that stubborn mimosa is hiding in the room now, and I wonder if it has seen what is happening on the Internet.
With his personality, he probably wouldn't pay special attention to Yun Yuexian. As long as she doesn't bother him, he probably won't take this adopted brother seriously.
But it's hard to say. Last time, didn't he run to the crew to be a stand-in just to make Yun Yuexian unhappy
This person looks cold and indifferent, but he is not completely at the mercy of others and has no temper.
He raised his eyes to look at Yun Yuexian, otherwise this man's brain, which was not very smart, would not have been broken.
"hiss."
The person he was looking at suddenly gasped and raised his hand to cover his forehead, as if the wound was hurting again.
Liang Zichen asked him with concern if he was okay, and moved closer to check if the gauze on his forehead had opened.
Yun Yuexian shook her head, her face a little pale, but she said firmly that it was okay. She turned around and smiled at Qin Mingyuan who was looking at him, as if to reassure him not to worry.
Not too worried, Qin Mingyuan sat there steadily, his eyes calm, distracted again, thinking about how to go and see a certain mimosa plant.
Yun Yuexian's smile faded, and she wondered if she had gone too far. A little jealousy could catalyze feelings, but it would be bad if she got really angry and lost her patience.
He moved aside, keeping a distance from Liang Zichen, keeping a position that was neither distant nor too intimate, and gestured to the small plate on the table, "Brother Mingyuan, Brother Zichen, try this cookie, it's made by mom, it's delicious."
"Yes, yes, yes, try it. His mother is the best at making these things." Yun Haowei finally found an opportunity to interrupt and reached out to push the plate, but realized that the two people were sitting in different directions, so he retracted his hand.
Liang Zichen smiled and said okay, and took a piece to be polite, but didn't eat too much. After all, he was an actor and had to maintain his figure, so he couldn't consume too much sugar. Qin Mingyuan was not interested in sweets, so he didn't move. He knocked his hands and suddenly said, "I want to go to the bathroom and smoke a cigarette. Do you mind?"
Yun Haowei certainly didn't mind, "Mr. Qin, you're welcome. The bathroom on the first floor is..."
"I'm a bit of a germaphobe." Qin Mingyuan responded before he could finish, staring at him coldly with a pair of dark eyes.
Yun Haowei was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the downstairs bathroom was often used when entertaining guests. Although the servants cleaned it very well and there was only the smell of freshener inside, people with mysophobia would inevitably be concerned. He waved to the servants, "Take Mr. Qin to the guest room on the second floor."
Qin Mingyuan stood up, buttoned up his suit, nodded to the people present, and followed the servant away.
But because Liang Zichen was here, he put aside his doubts for the time being.
The servant took Qin Mingyuan to the door of an unused guest room on the second floor, told him to go and use his own thing, and then left without disturbing him too much.
Qin Mingyuan watched her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs and did not enter the guest room. He wondered in his heart which room the little mimosa lived in.
Recalling the videos he had watched in his mind, he roughly deduced a direction based on the direction of the window and the angle of light and walked over.
He was very lucky. Most of the doors in this direction were ajar. Only the door closest to the inside was tightly closed, sending a signal that people were kept at a distance.
After standing still for a few seconds, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
There was no response from inside for a long time. He thought no one heard him, so he raised his hand to knock again.
"I'm not having dinner." A hoarse voice came through the door, sounding a little muffled.
Being mistaken for a servant, Qin Mingyuan paused and inexplicably felt like laughing.
His face did not show such emotion, and he spoke slowly, "Yun Pei?"
It became quiet again inside, and this time there was no movement for a long time. Qin Mingyuan raised his eyebrows but did not move in a hurry.
"Boss Qin?"
The uncertain voice was very close, probably behind the door, and one could tell from the tone that it was incredulous about his arrival.
In fact, Qin Mingyuan found it hard to believe that he had come all the way here to find someone, and he sat there for a long time watching the two protagonists develop their relationship.
But it doesn't matter anymore. We can't come here for nothing. "Do we really have to talk through the door?"
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. Then, with a "click", the door handle was pressed down and slowly opened, revealing a person sitting in a wheelchair behind.
The light in the room was a cold white light, casting a shadow over him from behind, making him look cold and pale.
Compared with his canvases that are always scattered in the sun, Yun Pei is extremely disconnected from the scene at this moment. He seems to be always like this, warm and cold, shy and withdrawn.
He seemed like he was about to sink into the freezing water in the next second, but he didn't know what was pulling him, half in the light and half in the water.
Qin Mingyuan's eyes first fell on the corner of his eyes, and then he looked at him, "Would you like me to sit down?"
Yun Pei tightened his grip on the door handle. He was always very concerned about his private space, especially after what happened yesterday, he was even more reluctant to let others step in.
He struggled in his heart for a while, then remembered that the other party had at least sent him home before, so he opened the door. This person was different from Yun Yuexian.
Qin Mingyuan had been standing quietly waiting for his decision, seemingly not surprised by the result. As the young man's wheelchair moved backwards, he stepped in. His tall figure overshadowed his thin body, like a lion entering the territory of small animals.
The room was not small, but the furnishings were simple, just basic facilities without any extra decorations, probably to take the wheelchair's mobility into consideration. He looked towards the window, and saw an easel in front of him, with the painting on it still the one in the newly released video. He felt as if he had suddenly come into contact with reality.
Qin Mingyuan adhered to basic courtesy and turned around and asked, "Can I go over and take a look?"
Yun Pei followed his gaze and suddenly felt ashamed for some reason. She curled up the fingers on her legs, but finally nodded as if she didn't care.
Qin Mingyuan glanced at his earlobe which was beginning to turn red again, then withdrew his gaze and walked over as if nothing had happened. When he got closer, he could smell the scent of watercolor and see the texture details on the painting more clearly.
He reached out and touched the edge, feeling the rough texture of canvas. He withdrew his hand and looked up to see the desk on the other side.
On the table was a porcelain cup that seemed to have been broken and then repaired. The relatively intact part glowed brightly under the cold white light.
Is this the weapon used to beat people
Qin Mingyuan made a guess, but quickly rejected it. This cup seemed to be cherished by its owner, so he would not use it to hit anyone.
After a pause, he thought again, this might be the cause of Mimosa's beating.
He felt that he should have touched upon the correct answer, but he did not ask further questions and turned around as if he had not seen it.
Yun Pei sat in a wheelchair and looked at him quietly. The man turned his head and met his gaze. He realized belatedly that he was a little uncomfortable. He turned his eyes away and looked for someone to sit down. Suddenly he realized that because he was in a wheelchair, there were no chairs or sofas in the room.
He had no friends and no one came to visit him normally. As for the other three people from the Yun family, he hoped that they would not have such a need because they had no place to sit.
After struggling for a while, he reluctantly pointed to the neatly made bed and said, "You can sit there."
(End of this chapter)