Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Zhou Yongan called as expected at night.

Li Qingwen glanced at the bathroom and walked out to the balcony with his cell phone.

The night was hazy, the street lights were dim, and her tone was as calm as water: "Are you coming back for Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Zhou Yongan called her these days and he was the one talking most of the time. She didn't expect that she would ask this as soon as she answered the phone today.

"Want me to come back?" There was an obvious smile in his tone.

I have been working on materials in the hotel these days, holding meetings with people from Boqi and discussing cooperation plans. I can't sleep until one or two o'clock in the morning.

But hard work does not equal success. At present, Boya has not given a clear attitude, so Zhou Yongan cannot take it lightly.

Li Qingwen frowned slightly, turned around and leaned on the balcony railing: "I'm going to the old house tomorrow. I don't know how to answer when mom asks."

The red long-sleeved sweater stood out against the night sky, contrasting sharply with her fair skin.

Zhou Yongan didn't notice anything unusual and said in a teasing tone, "Do you want me to go back? If you say so, I'll come back."

The bright moon in the night sky exuded a cold light, just like the barely perceptible coldness in her tone: "If that's the case, then it means you don't want to or can't come back, so don't come back."

Zhou Yongan sat up from the bed, rubbed his tired eyes, and said, "Why are you unhappy? Did I wake you up with the phone call?"

Today he called her half an hour later than usual. Normally, she should have been asleep. He thought that since tomorrow was a holiday, she might stay up a little longer, so he called her with a try-it attitude, and the call went through.

"No." Li Qingwen said, "I haven't slept yet, but I'm going to sleep soon. Do you have anything else to do?"

Zhou Yongan tried to ease the atmosphere and said with a smile: "Weren't we talking about private equity yesterday? You are very interested in the history of Blackstone. How about I tell you about it now?"

He held the phone anxiously, waiting for Li Qingwen to say "OK".

"No need. I've already looked up information online." Her tone was deliberately distant, and she was gradually withdrawing her enthusiasm from the past few days.

He heard it.

The entanglement at a distance was still not enough. Zhou Yongan raised his hand and poked his forehead. The flat mirror next to the cabinet reflected his haggard face. He had limited energy and he also wanted to go to bed early.

"Li Qingwen, what are you angry about? Who are you angry at? Tell me, then I can enlighten you."

"I'm not angry with anyone." The wind on the balcony gradually grew stronger, causing Li Qingwen's long hair to flutter in the wind.

She stood there quietly, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, her heart growing colder and harder little by little.

She reminded Zhou Yongan: "The holiday is over, and the cooling-off period is over. Remember to come back and complete the formalities."

……

The next morning, it started to rain lightly.

Li Qingwen wore a simple white T-shirt and black jeans, paired with a pair of black flat shoes, looking fresh and refined.

Old Qian was already waiting outside Jiyue Mansion.

He glanced at his wife through the rearview mirror. She looked pale, not sure if it was because she didn't sleep well last night or because the reflection of her white T-shirt made her look pale.

Without asking any more questions, Lao Qian drove the car steadily.

In front of the old house, a BMW has already occupied a parking space.

Li Qingwen walked into the house with Lao Qian carrying the gifts.

Zhou Xixiang was sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing a black casual jacket, with a dignified posture. He nodded when he saw her coming.

Luo Zijin was talking to Zhou Xixiang about a marriage proposal, wanting him to meet the daughter of the Xu family, who had a political background, but he said to wait and see, there was no rush.

"Qingwen, you came at the right time. Please judge for yourself. After the New Year's Eve, Xixiang said that he would take care of his own life affairs and asked me not to rush. Do you think I can listen to him?"

Of the two sons of the Zhou family, Old Lady Zhou reluctantly agreed to Zhou Yongan's marriage, but as for her eldest grandson's marriage, the old lady would never let Luo Zijin arrange it casually.

Business marriage is inevitable.

This time, the Xu family sent someone to inquire first, intending to match up their daughter with the eldest son of the Zhou family. Luo Zijin just asked the eldest son what he thought, but he said that he was busy with work and could not spare the time to meet.

Li Qingwen sat down next to Luo Zijin. In his impression, Zhou Xixiang was always kind and polite to his elders, and he would listen to them, especially on things that had nothing to do with right or wrong. He was not like Zhou Yongan who was rebellious and refused to obey.

"Mom, my eldest brother must have his own plans. You might as well listen to what he thinks."

Luo Zijin: "I'm just afraid that he will be confused by the situation. I even asked Xiao Qian, and Xiao Qian said that you are all about business. So, tell me, what are your plans for love?"

Facing the Chinese topic, Zhou Xixiang also understood his mother and did not speak too strongly: "Huayu is currently in a critical period of growth, and all aspects require full attention. If I get engaged now, not only will I have no time to accompany the other party, but I will also leave the impression that I am boring. It is better to wait until this period is over before making arrangements."

Luo Zijin: "Your father hasn't retired yet, so don't take all the responsibility on yourself while he's around. Also, if you don't get engaged, when Qingwen's baby is born next year, I think you'll be under even more pressure."

This statement is unbelievable.

Zhou Xixiang looked at Li Qingwen in confusion, put out the cigarette in his hand, and asked her, "Do you have it?"

Li Qingwen denied awkwardly: "No, no."

Luo Zijin: "What I mean is that Qingwen can have a baby whenever she wants. You can't even see your shadow right now. Mom is very confident about you in other aspects, but she is worried about this matter."

Zhou Xixiang comforted him softly, "Please make arrangements after your birthday. I didn't mean to shirk my responsibility when I said I would start a family after I turned 30. I didn't mean to lie to you."

Luo Zijin sighed.

It was the first time that Li Qingwen heard Zhou Xixiang say that he would start a family after the age of 30...

Luo Zijin didn't want to say too much and annoy him. Feeling upset, she got up and went to the backyard to find Zhou Chunsheng to hang lanterns.

In the empty living room, Li Qingwen sat on the sofa, holding a cup of refreshing rain-previous Longjing tea in her hand. Many times she wanted to sit down and chat with her eldest brother alone, but every time she didn't know what to talk about with him.

It seemed that there was nothing else to talk about between them except work.

Zhou Xixiang asked first: "Why did you bring the gift box sent by the company here? Don't you like mooncakes?"

Li Qingwen: "No, I took Minister Jiang's share."

grab?

Zhou Xixiang raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then said, "Yongan's suspension is only temporary. I will let him return to Huayu after a while."

It's not a discussion, it's not an inquiry, it's an advance notification.

Li Qingwen is not a piece of useless wood who doesn't know how to be tactful. Zhou Yongan's suspension this time is already a punishment for him.

Now that Huayu President Zhou Xixiang has put his words here, if she continues to hold on to Zhou Yongan, she will be in a difficult position both inside and outside.

"Since eldest brother trusts him, I have no problem with that. But I need to do more work on Old Yu and Old Liang." The attitudes of these main directors are different from her, a fence-sitter. They only have the eldest son of the Zhou family in their eyes.

They may not allow Zhou Yongan, this time bomb, to return to Huayu.

"They are not a problem." Zhou Xixiang said lightly.

Li Qingwen glanced at his elder brother and picked up the teacup. The Longjing tea was refreshing and sweet.