Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Qi Yan closed her eyes, feeling a little sore between her eyebrows, and she only replied with one sentence.

"The public security, procuratorate and courts will give them the punishment they deserve."

"..." Mu Yuan was silent for a long time, "You are right."

Qi Yan sat up a little, and Shen Rao grabbed her legs to prevent her from falling.

Qi Yantou leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes slightly.

"Anything else? Uncle Mu, if not, I'll hang up now."

"Wait a minute," Mu Yuan stopped her and changed his mood, "Your father came to me and asked about your relationship situation."

Qi Yan was not surprised by this, and asked without blinking, "What did he ask?"

"I just asked what kind of person Master Shen is and your attitude, but didn't ask anything else," Mu Yuan said cryptically, "I guess he knows everything else too."

Is there anything in this world that the head of the Qi family doesn't know?

"But I didn't tell him anything," Mu Yuan quickly stated, "Godfather and you are on the same side."

"Ah."

Qi Yan did not comment.

"Ah, time flies. A year has already passed in the blink of an eye," Mu Yuan sighed as he sat in the city bureau office. "You're leaving soon, aren't you?"

"... Yeah," Qi Yan blinked, her eyes moving to Shen Rao's firm and smooth profile, "... almost there."

"Are you really planning to take it back?" Mu Yuan asked.

Her eyes fell on his big hands gently holding her legs. Qi Yan lowered her eyes and responded softly, "Yeah."

There was silence on the other side of the microphone for a while. Qi Yan seemed to hear a drawer opening, followed by the sound of a lighter clicking.

Mu Yuan took a puff of cigarette, white mist floated out from his mouth, and sparks flickered.

It was not until the cigarette was half burned that he let out a hiss and spoke in a deep voice.

"I'll organize a dinner party tomorrow for the two of us to get together. I don't know when we'll have the chance to meet again—"

He paused, "Call Shen Rao as well. It's time for him to formally meet his godfather."

Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat. She understood what Mu Yuan meant. This was his approval, but she did not agree to it without permission.

"Okay, I'll ask him later."

Shen Rao seemed to have received some kind of call and looked at her sideways.

"What are you asking?" Mu Yuan frowned tightly while pinching his cigarette butt. "How can he not come to your house to meet someone?"

"I have to respect his wishes, Uncle Mu." Qi Yan was helpless.

"If he doesn't want to come, you won't let him come."

"Of course."

"Heh..." Mu Yuan sneered, not knowing who he was talking about, "Your family relies on this ink-stained appearance to win people's hearts."

Qi Yan didn't respond.

"Okay, go ahead and ask. If he doesn't come, just kick him out right away."

After saying that, Mu Yuan hung up the phone.

A middle-aged man alone in the office threw his cell phone aside, took a deep puff of his cigarette, twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and glanced out the brightly lit window.

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye her daughter is about to start a family...

Mu Yuan exhaled all the smoke, took out another cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, silently glancing at the lights of thousands of homes.

"..."

Qi Yan looked at the hung up page and sighed softly. When she raised her eyes, she met Shen Rao's direct gaze. She was stunned and put down the phone.

"finish watching?"

She was referring to the financial news.

"Halfway through reading," Shen Rao asked directly, "what did Mr. Mu tell you?"

"I was just about to tell you."

Qi Yan retracted her legs, which were held by a warm big hand. Shen Rao held her ankles, rubbed her delicate skin with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice.

"You said."

Seeing that he couldn't withdraw, Qi Yan didn't insist and let him be shackled.

"He wants to have dinner with you tomorrow and meet you formally. He asked if it's convenient for you."

"..."

Shen Rao was stunned, thinking he had heard wrongly, "What did you just say?"

"I say, Uncle Mu wants to treat you to a meal, do you have time to go?"

She repeated it patiently.

"...Of course there is time." Shen Rao, who had been calm and composed, suddenly became flustered.

"Don't you have an important dinner tomorrow night?"

Qi Yan leaned against the sofa and looked at him, "Otherwise I'll ask Uncle Mu to change the time."

"No, that's so rude," Shen Rao rejected it immediately, and took the phone beside him and started typing, "It's related to you, you have to make time even if you don't have time!"

"Who are you messaging?" Qi Yan raised his eyelids and asked.

"I asked Chen Huai to postpone the dinner for tomorrow." Shen Rao said with a stern face.

"Don't be so nervous," Qi Yan said, "It's just a simple meal."

Shen Rao: "I'm not nervous."

Qi Yan stared at his hands which were so stiff that he typed several words incorrectly, and said after a moment of hesitation.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before..."

They are all old acquaintances.

"This is different," Shen Rao sent a message to Chen Huai, "This is the first time I formally meet your elders."

At this time, Mu Yuan, who had met him several times, wanted to have dinner with him. Isn't it a formal meeting and acknowledging him? Thinking of these possibilities.

Shen Rao's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

With a serious face, he said, "No, I won't go to the company tomorrow. I have to get up early to prepare."

Qi Yan: “…”

"You're exaggerating. I still have to go to the company..."

Obviously Shen Rao didn't listen to her words and became excited.

"How about I ask the Shen family's stylist to do a hairstyle for me?" Shen Rao gathered her hair and threw her a wink. "Then I'll do a full body treatment and wear the haute couture I ordered earlier."

She hurriedly pulled Shen Rao and said, "Just wear normal clothes. We are going to have dinner, not to walk the red carpet."

Shen Rao's lips drooped, and he said "oh" in disappointment, but soon he became interested in other things and opened the memo to urge her.

"Tell me what Mr. Mu likes, and I will prepare a gift for tomorrow."

This time Qi Yan did not stop her, thinking: "He likes wine, especially expensive wine."

"Are there any categories?" Shen Rao raised his eyebrows.

"No, I just like expensive ones."

Qi Yan smiled.

Mu Yuan's preferences are actually quite vulgar, but he generally doesn't accept gifts.

Shen Rao shook his head: "Then I will move all the treasures in the wine cellar over there..."

"Need not!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qi Yan: "Just pick one or two bottles. He has a special status and can't accept too many things."

Qi Yan tried her best to come up with more acceptable reasons to dissuade him from his exaggerated gift-giving method.

Shen Rao was not very satisfied and curled his lips: "Isn't that too stingy? How about putting two blank checks in the wine box..."

He spoke out his inner thoughts unconsciously.

Qi Yan's lips curved up: "If you want to send Uncle Mu in, you can do this."

"..."

Shen Rao choked and lowered his head, like some kind of lost large dog, with his ears drooping: "I know..."

Looking at him, Qi Yan's depression disappeared, and he instinctively stretched out his slender white fingers to touch his cheek.

Shen Rao rubbed her palm, more like a canine acting coquettishly.

Her heart softened: "You are so nervous when you see Uncle Mu, what are you going to do when you see my other family members?"