Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

With Xiao Song's consent, Qian San seemed like a completely different person, his gaze towards Xiao Song shifting entirely to one of playfulness.

Xiao Song felt Qian San's gaze, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

Xiao Song should make good use of this month. If he doesn't complete it as planned, he can still come and work for Qian San.

"Brother Qian, should we call the moving company? It's been so long, I'm worried something might have happened to them on the way."

Unable to bear Qian San's lecherous stare any longer, Xiao Song tried to break the awkward silence by starting a conversation.

Qian San didn't care at all when the moving company arrived; in fact, he'd prefer they arrived a little later.

If outsiders arrive later, Qian San and Xiao Song will have more opportunities to spend time alone together.

"Liu Liu, don't worry. Zhou Xinyao found the moving company, so they must be very reliable. I don't think we need to worry."

"Take a look around, see if there's anything you like in all these treasures I have here? If you see something you like, I can give it to you, and you can take it with you when you leave."

Qian San waved his hand and pointed to a pile of collectibles displayed in front of the two men.

Following the gaze, Xiao Song was indeed somewhat shocked at first sight. However, once the novelty wore off, Xiao Song didn't think Qian San had particularly good taste.

In name, it was a collectible that Qian Sanhua bought at a high price, but in Xiao Song's eyes, it was worthless!

Compared to the items in Zhou Xinyao's home, there is absolutely no comparison.

Xiao Song had never told Qian San a single word of what was on his mind. If he were to actually say it, he would probably offend Qian San.

People like Qian San may seem generous, but their hearts are probably as small as the eye of a pin.

After looking around, Xiao Song silently shook her head and said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"Brother Qian, the things here are indeed very good, and they all look very expensive. I looked around and there was nothing I liked, so I won't take them with me."

Spending so much time with Zhou Xinyao and constantly surrounded by extremely valuable things, Xiao Song's horizons were greatly broadened.

Although Xiao Song wasn't very familiar with the collectors' circle, at a glance, the items in Qian San's room probably weren't as valuable as Qian San claimed.

Knowing that Li Bing was an expert in selling these items, Xiao Song decided to go back and ask Li Bing about it.

Once the items here are really valuable, Xiao Song will decide to ask for a few more after he comes to work for Qian San.

At least for now, Xiao Song is not prepared to accept anything that Qian San offers, as it would be an indebted favor to him.

"Liu Liu, why are you being so polite with me? Consider this an early employee perk for you! Come on, take this."

Qian San waved his hand, strode forward, and with a smile, took out a delicate and small hairpin from among the items.

"This is a token of my appreciation from your brother Qian, so don't be shy, just take it."

Regardless of Xiao Song's resistance and refusal, Qian San took Xiao Song's hand and placed the chosen hairpin in her hand, while gently touching the back of her fair hand.

Despite repeated refusals, Xiao Song failed to gain Qian San's understanding, and could only sigh deeply and say in a soft voice.

"Well, since you insist so much, Brother Qian, I have no choice but to accept it."

Xiao Song feigned gratitude, looking at Qian San with admiration, but in his heart he kept muttering: This Qian San is shameless. I've said no eight hundred times, but he still stuffs it into my hand!

Looking at the exquisitely crafted hairpin in her hand, Xiao Song was very concerned about its actual value and couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

"Brother Qian, this hairpin looks very antique. Is it quite old? Please don't give me anything too expensive; I can't afford it!"

Xiao Song carefully examined the hairpin in her hand, her eyes fixed on Qian San's greasy head, waiting for Qian San's answer.

Qian San smiled mysteriously and held up his hand, making a two-shaped gesture.

Xiao Song was puzzled, thinking it was two thousand yuan, but then he thought that Qian San's things must have been bought at a high price, so they must not be cheap.

"Twenty thousand yuan?"

Xiao Song tentatively spoke up, afraid that he might guess wrong and make Qian San lose face.

In Xiao Song's mind, this hairpin was only worth two hundred yuan.

Qian San shook his head, feeling very sorry that Xiao Song had guessed wrong.

"No, guess again?"

Xiao Song was quite shrewd; she immediately realized that Qian San's reaction meant she had guessed wrong and was actually guessing correctly.

"Two million?"

Since it was all just a guess, Xiao Song randomly gave a number based on Qian San's hand gestures.

Standing opposite him, Qian San finally nodded in satisfaction, a smug look on his face, as if to say, "See? This thing is very valuable!"

This time, it was Xiao Song's turn to be dumbfounded, staring in utter shock at the hairpin in her hand.

This news was so surprising that Xiao Song was stunned for a long time.

Two million? Just for this tiny hairpin?

Xiao Song suddenly felt that the hairpin she was holding was very fragile, so she quickly returned it to Qian San.

Qian San took a step back, not giving Xiao Song any chance to get close.

"Liu Liu, your brother Qian has a lot of collectibles. I promised to give you something, and I will definitely do it. I've already spent two million, so the item is mine."

"Don't worry, I gave you this hairpin because I thought it suited you."

Qian San tried to find a reason to make Xiao Song accept the gift he gave her without feeling guilty.

Xiao Song was helpless; the hairpin in her hand felt like a hot potato, burning hot to the touch.

The hairpin was neatly placed in a solid wooden box. Xiao Song could only accept it and put it in her bag, praying that the box wouldn't break.

That's worth two million yuan! This is the first time Xiao Song has ever owned such an expensive item.

"Thank you so much, Brother Qian, I really don't know how to thank you enough..."

Xiao Song accepted the hairpin with trepidation, which gradually made her feel guilty towards Qian San.

Qian San still had a smile on his face, pointing to his pockmarked face as he spoke expectantly.

"Since you want to express your gratitude, why don't you give Brother Qian a kiss?"

With such a beautiful woman in front of him, Qian San had long harbored fantasies. Sending the gift was merely a means to gain Xiao Song's favor.

Xiao Song was surprised. He already disliked Qian San, and now, hearing Qian San's suggestion, he became even more agitated.

"This...this isn't quite right, is it? Brother Qian, how about you change your request?"

Xiao Song instinctively refused. She didn't want to kiss a man she didn't like, let alone an old man like Qian San!