Gold Medal Sweetheart

Due to some kind of difficult to calm mood, Wei Qing did not continue this topic, but talked to Jin Taize about the "Jinxiu Meida" recently developed by the two companies.

"I never thought that two years ago, we could work together as a team because of a joke we made. Today, Jinxiu Meida has started construction." Wei Qing recalled that when he talked about cooperation, it was just a casual chat between him and Jin Taize after drinking.

"Since you've asked, I won't refuse. Shi Tian still has to show some attitude." Jin Taize teased Wei Qing, "Phase one of Jinxiu Li has already sold out, and they plan to open phase two next year. Just don't drag your feet, Mei Da, and don't wait until the owners move in before the construction is completed."

"Do you know what the biggest disadvantage of working with you is?" Wei Qing deliberately complained to you.

Jin Taize crossed his hands behind his head, leaned back relaxedly on the rattan chair, and raised his eyebrows to signal Wei Qing to continue.

"I don't even have time to be lazy." Wei Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I accept this compliment." Jin Taize said proudly, his eyes fixed firmly on the front. Looking at the pink-dressed woman walking out of the inner court, he stood up and straightened his clothes.

Gazing at the person getting closer and closer, he curled his lips and continued, "Also, if it's a good joke, it's still worth starting and looking forward to the result." He turned his tall figure and left a sentence, "I'll go get the car." and looked at Wei Qing who was also looking ahead in deep thought.

Jin Taize started the car, and Tang Xin just happened to walk over. Suddenly, as if she had remembered something, she ran to Wei Qing, who was standing there watching them leave. Wei Qing looked at the petite person in front of him with some surprise.

"Wei Qing," she smiled sheepishly, "I can call you that."

Wei Qing nodded slightly and nodded casually, with a soft light in his eyes under the sunlight.

"Thank you for your help today," Tang Xin said in a low voice, half covering her cheek with her hand and standing on tiptoe. "From the first time I met you, I knew you were not only handsome, but also a good person. I'll talk to you slowly when we have the chance."

Seeing the girl's mysterious look, Wei Qing couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps, I wasn't as helpful as you said."

Tang Xin obviously didn't understand Wei Qing's implication and her eyes widened.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply gave up thinking about it. "Um..." Tang Xin blushed, and thinking of Lin Lin, he became hesitant. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Wei Qing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wei Qing was not mentally prepared at all. He nodded and looked at Tang Xin, with unconcealable surprise in his gentle eyes. He had an uncontrollable wave of emotions in his heart and was restraining his self-criticism about this question.

There was no response for a long time. This question was too abrupt. Tang Xin quietly raised her head and met Wei Qing's heavy gaze. The word "no" flowed out from his slightly parted lips, clear and powerful.

Tang Xin suddenly felt that God was helping Lin Lin, and she cheered inwardly, "Can I add you on WeChat?"

Wei Qing probably hadn't anticipated Tang Xin's request, and a strange glint slowly filled his eyes. Before Tang Xin could finish adding him on WeChat, Jin Taize had already pulled out of the parking space, looking ready to leave at any moment. Sure enough, his eyes, gleaming faintly through the rearview mirror, said unobtrusively, "If you don't leave now, you'll have to go back alone."

She hurriedly scanned the QR code, said goodbye to Wei Qing in a hurry, hid her contempt for the stingy man, and got into the car.

Even after the car drove far out, Tang Xin could still see in the rearview mirror a slender, elegant figure standing there, beneath the mottled shadows of the trees. Sunlight filtered through the green leaves, a gentle breeze playing with the intoxicating golden light. Those tiny rays of sunlight danced and lingered on him like spirits. And he just stood there, like a part of the scenery, staring in the direction the car was heading, not moving away for a long, long time. Tang Xin kept watching him until their car turned a corner, disappeared onto another road, and was no longer visible.

"It's just that you don't know what kind of opponent you are facing." There was no sign of the car anymore. Wei Qing's voice was like a night lily, quietly blooming. His faint smile had a kind of vague loss.

The car drove back to Shitian Shopping Center. It was completely silent. Jin Taize hadn't said a word since leaving the club. Tang Xin noticed that Young Master Jin seemed unhappy again. Although she didn't know the reason, it seemed normal to her. She simply kept silent to avoid triggering any of his wires.

After a long time, when it was almost time for Shitian, Tang Xin broke the silence, "Um - do you hate me a little bit?"

Perhaps it would be better to be explicit.

"Oh? You think so?" Jin Taize asked back without comment.

Isn't it? It seems like I'll lose my temper with her at the slightest provocation.

"Have you heard the joke about the little zombies?" Jin Taize did not answer directly.

Seeing Tang Xin's completely clueless expression, he continued, "The little zombie and his mother have been complaining about being hungry. His mother said impatiently, 'Didn't I just find you some girls' brains to eat? Why are you hungry again?' The little zombie replied with a very aggrieved look, 'Those girls all had big breasts.'"

Tang Xin's face flickered with dissatisfaction. She didn't answer the question directly, seemingly indirectly saying that she had no brains. She blinked and was about to argue for herself when Jin Taize continued, "Actually, there's no basis for that claim, is there?"

Tang Xin finally felt that this statement was quite factual and agreed, "Exactly. Why would you say a woman with a good figure is stupid? This is clearly just jealousy."

"Well," Jin Taize continued in a calm tone, "sometimes the two are proportional. For example, some people are not only physically poor, but also have poor IQ." He glanced at Tang Xin beside him with a smile, and parked the car steadily at the door of Shitian.

Xiao Tangtang's face turned pale at these words, her mouth agape. She had naively thought that Jin was going to say something that would impress her. But it was just another kind of impressment. Jin's venomous tongue had driven her completely mad. She stammered, "You—you—why are you looking at me?" She smoothed her hair, but her thoughts remained unanswered. "How am I poor? How am I in trouble? What gives you the right to say that? Do you even understand me?" She almost blurted out, "You haven't even seen me, so how can you say I'm flat-chested?"

"For these two questions, I can see the essence through the phenomenon." Jin Taize glanced at the shirt on Tang Xin's chest, "So, you are really worrying too much about dressing like a revolutionary worker." Jin Taize smiled charmingly, his deep eyes like the aurora over Northern Europe, with a mystery beyond the unpredictable nature. Seeing that Tang Xin still had a face full of indignation, he continued, "Do you want me to analyze it in detail?" As he spoke, his eyes slowly moved downwards.

Tang Xin quickly pulled the backpack she was holding up tightly and glared at him coldly, "No need!"

After opening the car door, she ran angrily across the street without looking back. However, when the highly contagious voice behind her passed through the crowd and the sea of cars and rushed to her ears, her body couldn't help but freeze.

"Tang Xin, I think this name suits you better!"

She turned back in disbelief, weaving through the crowds and the sea of cars. At the other end of the road, Jin Tae-jae's slender, well-built body languidly leaned against the car door. Sunlight lingered on his tanned skin, and his thin lips curved into a faint, contented curve. Even in such a simple gesture, his regal aura was perfectly natural. His flawless perfection was the breathtaking spectacle of the scene. If it weren't for the gentle breeze ruffling his shirt, she would have believed this man was an unreal legend, born from a painting or glimpsed in poetry.

Suddenly, a word that was neither suitable for him nor very suitable for him popped up in her mind - trouble.