Qin Lou is really protecting his head.
Anyone in the industry who knows him even once remembers his purple hair, and the old employees of the Qin Group and Luan Qiaoqing around him are most familiar with the fact that he protects his head.
Luan Qiaoqing knew one thing more than others: Qin Lou started dyeing his hair purple after the serious illness that nearly took his life ten years ago.
That was when he was just able to get out of bed. The first thing Qin Lou did after regaining consciousness was to ask someone to find the Qin family's stylist to bleach his jet-black hair completely white, and then dye it purple.
At that time, no one in the family dared to ask why, and Luan Qiaoqing didn't ask either. But she didn't ask, not because she was afraid of provoking Qin Lou again and forcing him to make trouble for his life, which he had finally saved, like others did. She didn't ask because she knew - she had seen the paintings that Qin Lou hid in the small grid on the third floor, and she had pestered Song Shu to tell her the stories of the madman and the doll behind each painting.
On the day Qin Lou dyed her hair, Luan Qiaoqing was standing by and watching.
The young man in the mirror had just recovered from a serious illness. He was very thin, with cheekbones as sharp as a blade that could cut people. However, his eyes, which used to be most like blades, were now dull and lifeless, and it was difficult to even see the focus.
After the stylist dyed his hair with trepidation, he dried it and fixed the color. The boy didn't say a word from beginning to end.
After dyeing, it was almost noon, and the servants came to ask them cautiously what they wanted for lunch. Luan Qiaoqing remembered that the pale-faced boy still didn't say a word. He walked out of the room quietly and went downstairs - the first time he went downstairs after being seriously ill for several months.
Then he walked into the yard, but at some point he ran out of strength and fell straight to the ground.
The servants who followed were terrified and stepped on the ground to carry the man. Luan Qiaoqing also ran up to carry him - but the boy did not faint. He just lay on the ground in the yard mixed with gravel, mud and grass with his freshly dyed hair, looking at the sky with his eyes open.
No one knew what he was looking at.
Then he lay there, without saying a word, from noon till evening.
Qin Lou was fine after that day.
Started talking, started eating, started being moody like before, started acting like a madman like before the doll came.
But he would protect Luan Qiaoqing, go to bed early and get up early, eat three meals a day on time, and have regular physical examinations - no, his physical examinations were much more frequent than scheduled.
Luan Qiao had heard the servants in the family privately say that after the serious illness, their crazy young master had become more cautious about his life.
He really cherished his life, but it was not because of the serious illness, but because of the note left by Song Shu -
During the first year of his physical examination, when the private doctor team at home was a little amused, Luan Qiao heard that a doctor curiously asked Qin Lou why he had such frequent physical examinations and whether he was feeling unwell somewhere specifically.
Luan Qiaoqing remembered that Qin Lou laughed that day, unrestrained and casual. He said that he was not feeling uncomfortable, but was afraid of death, afraid of dying before the age of 88. He couldn't die so early.
The other doctors laughed, but Luan Qiaoqing, who was hiding outside the door, suddenly had tears in her eyes.
That's why so many people later questioned or secretly laughed at Qin Lou's purple hair, but before knowing that Qin Qing was Song Shu, Luan Qiaoqing never could laugh.
She knew better than anyone what the purple meant to Qin Lou—he was forcing himself to live.
Even though the first thing he saw when he woke up every day was despair, the purple in the mirror would naturally remind him of the promise he made on a note on his bed when he was dying of a serious illness that year.
And the Song Dynasty books.
Song Shu knew better than Luan Qiaoqing what the purple color meant to Qin Lou, to her, and to both of them.
So she never mentioned it.
She wanted to wait for Qin Lou to let it go on his own. When the day came when he felt safe again, he would probably take the initiative to ask her: Little Bangke, come with me to dye my hair back.
Song Shu waited and waited, waited and waited...
A year had passed since the identity was confirmed, and Qin Lou hadn't mentioned it. When the purple faded, she dyed it back, and when it faded again, she dyed it back again. Finally, one day when she entered the general manager's office to deliver coffee, she saw that someone sitting in the boss's chair had some traces of black hair on the top of his head. Within three days, it would soon disappear.
So she waited until the truth of Bai Song's case was revealed and everything was settled, and until the New Year's Eve of the year, she and Qin Lou were in the cloakroom on the 23rd floor of Vio Capital, choosing clothes for Qin Lou to wear for the dinner party.
Watching the clothes being changed one after another, Song Shu's gaze finally stopped on Qin Lou's hair.
The two faced each other for several seconds.
We are in perfect harmony and understand each other.
Qin Lou took the initiative to speak, "I won't."
Song Shu looked expressionless, "No, that's not possible."
Qin Lou froze for two seconds, his eyes and expression began to adjust towards one of grievance - his acting skills had gradually become more sophisticated over the past year.
"There's no point in pretending to be pitiful." - Unfortunately, before his acting skills could reach their peak, Song Shu poured a basin of ice water on him and extinguished the flame of his struggle.
As resistance was futile, Song Shu personally contacted Comrade Luan Qiaoqing, the head of the Human Resources Department, and asked her to arrange for the logistics personnel under the Human Resources Department to find the most professional styling team to urgently clean up Qin Lou's purple hair.
Although Luan Qiaoqing felt emotional, she had been tortured by Qin Lou for so long since Song Shu came back, so at this moment she was definitely more happy to see the sight of the other party. With a gloating attitude, Luan Qiaoqing immediately sent the styling team to the 23rd floor.
The entire 23rd floor is Qin Lou's private territory. Apart from the initial decoration, this is the first time that so many strangers have come here in such a grand manner.
Next to the cloakroom is the dressing room that has been vacant for years. The professional team of stylists immediately arranged the venue and staff, and showed the same professionalism as when they were doing makeup for the top stars in the entertainment industry. Despite Qin Lou's freezing gaze, they were determined to bleach his purple hair back to white.
Perhaps realizing that resistance was futile, Qin Lou did nothing else and asked someone to call Song Shu to stand beside him. He reached out and held Song Shu's hand, looking around with pitiful eyes - just like a kindergarten student who was about to get an injection from the doctor and was trying to struggle to death.
The girl who was in charge of rinsing his hair was a veteran, but it was probably the first time she had seen an adult protect his head as if it were his life.
When Qin Lou was threatening, they had Song Shu beside him as the "house-guarding beast", so they were less cautious; when he was staring at Song Shu with pitiful eyes, the little girl just watched and felt that she couldn't bring herself to do it.
She tried to raise it but put it down several times, and the little girl looked hesitantly at Song Shu who was standing next to her.
"Ms. Qin, are you really going to wash?"
Upon hearing this, probably thinking that his combination of soft and hard tactics had worked, Qin Lou immediately continued his efforts. In an instant, his expression of grievance turned to a fierce look as he cast his eyes towards the girl who was about to bleach his hair, preparing to "repel the enemy with one move."
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to hit the enemy.
—Song Shu let him hold her hand, then calmly walked to the little girl, "I'll wash him, you teach me."
Qin Lou was stunned, and the little girl was also stunned.
Then the little girl subconsciously turned her head to look at Qin Lou - she actually wanted to say something for Qin Lou: Some people are born with a beautiful bone structure, handsome and well-proportioned facial features, and a cold white skin color, and a temperamental look and mood, which makes it impossible to find any flaws. With such a look, any hair color will look good.
But when she looked over, she found that Qin Lou seemed to have surrendered.
He didn't know when he closed his eyes, and he lay quietly on the shampoo chair with no expression on his face, but the little girl felt that he looked like he was ready to be bullied.
From being covered in thorns just now to having no resistance now, the little girl didn't know the two people in front of her, or at least she was not familiar with them, but she inexplicably felt a little envious in her heart.
—I don’t envy any particular person, I just envy this kind of feeling.
After that, the little girl taught him word by word. Song Shu put on gloves and washed the purple color off Qin Lou's hair bit by bit.
When the last basin of water became crystal clear and Qin Lou's purple hair faded to a white color close to gray, Song Shu took off his gloves and reached out to the girl who brought a new towel.
She smiled and said, "Let me do it."
The little girl felt that the smile of this girl, who had always shown no emotion, suddenly seemed to have a kind of gentle relief.
The little girl didn't understand, but still handed the towel to Song Shu.
This corner is quiet.
The rest of the stylist team stood by and waited for the progress. Under the gazes of those people, Song Shu was still gentle and unhurried in wiping Qin Lou's hair.
When it was almost dry, she smiled softly, "Can't bear to part with it?"
The eyelashes of the person who had been closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep trembled, and after a few seconds he spoke in a hoarse voice: "I left it for you, and you washed it away... It can be considered a worthy death. I am willing to let it go even if I am reluctant."
"… "
Song Shu paused with his fingertips while wiping his hair.
“I don’t think it’s ugly.”
"I know."
"You don't know. If you knew, you wouldn't have kept it."
“…” Qin Lou remained silent.
"..." Song Shu also calmed down.
After the last bit of moisture faded from his fingertips, Song Shu took off the towel.
She leaned forward slightly and lowered her head - their faces were facing away from each other - she gently kissed Qin Lou's half-damp, washed-white hair, and then kissed his forehead.
Song Shu said softly:
"I'm really back, little lunatic."
The figure lying on the shampoo chair froze.
A few seconds later, Qin Lou's eyes slowly turned red on that cold, fair and handsome face.
"real?"
"real."
"Will you leave me again?"
"No. Never again."
"… "
It was already near evening when Qin Lou and Song Shu arrived at the dinner venue where Chu Xiangbin had arranged the group. According to the location that Luan Qiaoqing had updated in the previous notification, this was already the third one they had exchanged.
The venue was a relatively famous high-consumption KTV in Q City. Many people insisted on attending, and we finally managed to accommodate them by booking a large VVIP box with its own dance floor.
Following the box information sent to him by Luan Qiaoqing, Song Shu and Qin Lou arrived outside the box under the guidance of the receptionist.
The receptionist opened the door for them and Song Shu walked in first.
The lights in the room were dim, and there was no light at the entrance of the box, except for two small LED lights above the head. When Song Shu came in, everyone in the box noticed the movement and looked over.
When they saw clearly that the person coming in was "Qin Qing" from the assistant secretary team, the employees who had been smiling a second ago suddenly became nervous. They stopped crying one after another with the microphones in their hands, and subconsciously cast their eyes behind Song Shu.
There were steps leading into the door, and Song Shu had one more step than the person behind her, which happened to block the person's appearance and figure.
I don’t know whose microphone was left on, but a few drunken discussions quietly came out of the speakers.
"That's... Assistant Qin is here?"
"It seems so, right?"
"Who is following her?"
"Let me take a look... I can't see clearly, the one with black hair is definitely not Mr. Qin."
"It's not Mr. Qin, hehe, it's okay if it's not Mr. Qin..."
Maybe it was reminded by a sober colleague, but the discussion soon died down. Everyone looked around to see who had made a fool of themselves. As they were laughing and making noises, they suddenly heard a voice of "Fuck!" from some microphone.
Everyone was shocked.
This is not over yet, there is a second sound -
"Boss Qin!!"
This sound was not just startling, but it frightened several people so much that their legs almost went limp.
They all looked towards the door as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes passing over Song Shu and the person behind Song Shu whose hair color they had previously confirmed - nothing.
Just as someone came back to his senses in anger and was about to accuse the person who had just spoken of deliberately scaring them, he saw Song Shu and the man behind her, who was lazily putting his hands in his trouser pockets, approaching.
The lights shine nearby.
The man who stopped next to Song Shu was tall and slender. He was not wearing any formal suit. He was wearing a shirt on the upper body, trousers underneath, and a mid-length casual windbreaker on the outer body.
Under the black hair was a handsome face with a clear and cold pale face, cold eyebrows, a high nose bridge and thin lips - the familiar facial features made everyone startled.
"Qin... President Qin...?"
Except for Chu Xiangbin and Luan Qiaoqing who were mentally prepared, everyone else was so surprised that their mouths opened wide, and a goose egg could almost fit in their mouths.
Qin Lou heard the unknown voice calling him and lazily responded, "You guys sing your own songs, I'll accompany Xiao Bang...accompany her to take a look."
It is obvious who this "she" refers to.
Then, under everyone's terrified gaze, Qin Louzhen and Song Shu went to chat with Chu Xiangbin and the three ministers, and then went to the sofa in the corner of the box. Song Shu sat down, and Qin Lou sat next to her.
Although they said "you can sing whatever you want", the staff members obviously restrained themselves a lot after Qin Lou came.
Except for a few who had already ordered songs and had to follow the order, most of the others just sat obediently in their seats.
Those who were close spoke in low voices, and those who were far away dared to discuss in a low voice.
"What's going on? Did I drink too much and become color blind? Mr. Qin's hair..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, are you trying to kill yourself? In the past, no one in the company was allowed to mention or ask about Mr. Qin's hair color."
"But I heard that it was related to his first love. What's going on now? Not only has his dress style suddenly changed to a casual style that I almost didn't recognize, but he even dyed his hair back to black? When I saw it clearly just now, I thought Mr. Qin had a twin brother."
"He came here with Qin Qing, he wouldn't be here to get his hair cut..."
"Fuck, a substitute is the real love?"
"Oh my god, this is so tragic for President Qin's first love. Was he really completely replaced by someone else?"
"Can you please stop imagining things? I don't think it has anything to do with Qin Qing. Maybe it's just that the Bai Song case has been solved, and President Qin has decided to let go of the past and embrace a new life."
"If that's the case, Qin Qing should have fallen out of favor, right? But you see, she doesn't seem to be falling out of favor now. Even if her hair wasn't dyed back because of her, Boss Qin said today that he came here with her. In the past few years, when have you ever seen Boss Qin participate in such an event in the company?"
"Yeah..."
There is more and more discussion, but fewer and fewer people are interested in singing.
Chu Xiangbin thought for a few seconds and was about to come up with a closing statement to send these employees who were not interested in celebrating the New Year but were only interested in gossiping back home, but he was stopped by Luan Qiaoqing who noticed his intention.
"What are you doing? I haven't had enough fun yet."
"… Have you not had enough fun, or have you not seen enough drama?" Chu Xiangbin exposed her.
Luan Qiaoqing choked and pouted, "Why do you care if I haven't done enough? Anyway, it can't end."
"No one's singing anymore—why don't you take over?"
"If you don't want to sing, then change to the next one." Luan Qiaoqing held back her evil intentions and winked at Chu Xiangbin, "I've been eating dog food for so many years, I can't be the only one suffering - don't they like to question how Qin Lou treats my sister? Let them have enough dog food today."
"… "
Chu Xiangbin was silent for a few seconds, and then he acquiesced.
Luan Qiaoqing's prestige in the company, especially in the three departments under Chu Xiangbin, was not much lower than Chu Xiangbin's. She took the initiative to stand up and say that she would go to the next stall. Even though most people were concerned about the presence of Qin Lou and Song Shu, they responded.
But everyone was struggling with the question of where to go.
Finally, Chu Xiangbin glanced at the two hands-off shopkeepers in the corner of the box, stood up and walked to the side of the embarrassed Luan Qiaoqing, and said, "I think it's time for dinner. I've been busy all afternoon today and I've almost digested my lunch. I'll make an appointment with a famous specialty food stall to have dinner there. It's more lively."
Chu Xiangbin spoke and everyone responded.
Qin Lou was probably the only one who had objections, but before he could raise his opinion, he was noticed by Song Shu who was standing beside him.
"Don't you want to go?"
Qin Lou held it in for two seconds and said, "I do."
Song Shu knew that he didn't like and had no patience to get along with others, but he also knew that it would be harmful to him to continue like this, so when he saw that he hadn't hit bottom, he suppressed his temper.
She smiled soothingly, "Then let's go together."
"… "
Hearing the words "let's do it together", the dark emotions in Qin Lou's eyes finally brightened up a little.
Half an hour later, Qin Lou regretted it.
The food stall Chu Xiangbin booked was indeed very famous, unique and popular. Its only drawback was that it was too popular. He had to finally grab a spot at the long table before arriving.
The boss called to explain: On the first night of New Year's Eve, there will be many dinner parties among various company departments, so you will need to share a room with others, but soundproof screens will be set up to avoid disturbing each other.
Chu Xiangbin agreed and turned around to explain to everyone.
Everyone could understand, after all, it was New Year's Eve, and more people would make it more lively. Thinking this way, they hired more than a dozen cars before reaching their destination.
Unfortunately, when the waiter led everyone to the door of the shared room, they ran into the "company" that shared the room with them -
Led by Junsheng Law Firm, and I started Sheng.
When they recognized each other, their laughter stopped abruptly.
The next second, everyone turned to the back without any prior agreement.
The figures of Qin Lou and Song Shu appeared.
Someone at the previous stall got drunk and lost control of his voice, muttering:
"Hey? Qin Qing's ex-fiancé, is he the one opposite?"
Qin Lou: “…”
Song Shu: “…”
Yu Qisheng: “…”
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Second surprise xd