Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

In the dining room of the Mo family villa, the light from the crystal chandelier flows on the silver tableware, making everything look as exquisite as a painting.

Jiang Ya had no mood to appreciate it. Her slender fingers were shaking violently. Her nails were painted in the latest bean paste color, but now they turned white due to the force. She pointed directly at Quan Jiuxi who was not far away.

"You, you..." Her voice trembled, as if she was startled by something, and there was surprise and suspicion in her eyes.

Mo Qinghan, who was sitting in the main seat, was cutting the steak on the plate with a silver fork. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard the words, but just slightly lowered his eyebrows.

The already deep eye sockets instantly cast a shadow, and the high curve of the nose bridge seemed even colder and harder under the light. He opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice was icy: "You have Parkinson's?"

These three words were not heavy, but they were like needles that made Jiang Ya's face turn pale.

She clenched her fists and was about to tell everything she saw last night to expose Quan Jiuxi's "two faces", but suddenly a chill ran down the back of her neck.

That gaze was so heavy, like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, calm on the surface, but underneath it was a coldness that could drag people into the abyss.

Jiang Ya turned stiffly, meeting Quan Jiuxi's gaze. The woman sat at the end of the dining table, her elbows resting on the tabletop, her fingertips casually resting on the white porcelain coffee cup.

There was no emotion in his black eyes, but that casual gaze made the hairs on the back of Jiang Ya's neck stand up.

The words that were about to come out of her mouth were suddenly choked, and Jiang Ya shut up silently as if her throat was strangled.

She turned abruptly, walked quickly to the sideboard, grabbed a still steaming meat bun, and took a big bite.

The warmth of the dough and the aroma of the meat filling failed to soothe her. Instead, they made her bite harder, her jawline tense, as if she was not chewing a bun, but Quan Jiuxi's calm yet dangerous face.

No!

This woman is too dangerous.

She is a person of unknown origin who lives in the Mo family. She must have other intentions.

Brother Qinghan is too naive, he must have been deceived by her!

She must find a way to make Brother Qinghan see her true face!

Jiang Ya swallowed the food in her mouth hard, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

Mo Qinghan had put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

When he stood up, the collar of his black silk shirt opened slightly, revealing a small piece of fair skin, and the lines of his neck were so neat that they seemed to have been carefully carved.

He reached out to take the coat draped over the back of the chair. As soon as his bony fingers touched the fabric, Jiang Ya immediately chased after him like a spring with a switch pressed.

"Brother Qinghan,"

Her voice softened instantly, and the hostility she had just shown disappeared, replaced by a sweet and flattering tone. She even blinked her carefully groomed eyelashes.

"Where are you going? Can you take me with you? I'm so bored in the villa alone."

Mo Qinghan paused in putting on his coat.

He slowly turned his head, the morning light falling on his face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, clearly illuminating the indifference in his eyes.

Her long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, her nose was high, her lips were very light, and she looked as delicate as a fragile porcelain statue, yet with an aloofness that kept strangers away.

Jiang Ya looked up at him, the anticipation in her eyes almost overflowing, and even her breathing became lighter, for fear of disturbing the person in front of her.

But the next second, Mo Qinghan's voice was like pouring cold water on him: "When will you leave here?"

The smile on Jiang Ya's face froze instantly, like a frozen lake.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes slowly turning red, tears welling up in her eye sockets, her nose feeling slightly sore, and her tearful look would make anyone feel soft-hearted.

"Brother Qinghan, don't you welcome me?"

She sniffed, her voice filled with obvious grievance, "You know what Uncle Mo means, he hopes we..."

"I'm not interested in a marriage." Mo Qinghan interrupted her directly, his tone as flat as if he was talking about today's weather, but there was no warmth in those beautiful eyes.

He paused and added, "I have no plans to get married in my lifetime."

"I know you don't like me now," Jiang Ya did not give up, and took a step forward to pull his sleeve, but he avoided her calmly.

"But we can give it a try. After spending more time together, you'll eventually see the good in me..."

Mo Qinghan looked at her, a hint of impatience flashing across his eyes, so quick that it was hard to catch.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he found it funny, or as if he was too lazy to talk anymore.

Forget it. Some people will not give up until they reach the Yellow River. Once she hits the wall and knows his true character, she will naturally give up.

He didn't say anything else, just straightened the collar of his coat, turned around and strode out the door.

The black figure disappeared in the entrance hall, and the door was gently closed, making a dull sound, as if knocking on Jiang Ya's heart.

The villa suddenly became quiet, with only the ticking sound of the antique clock on the wall.

Jiang Ya still maintained the posture of extending her hand, her fingertips were empty and her heart was empty as well.

A chill came out of nowhere, crawling up her ankles, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She turned around suddenly and saw Quan Jiuxi standing at the stairs.

The woman was wearing a simple white sweater and jeans. Her long black hair was loosely tied behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down on her cheeks, making the side profile of her face even softer.

But when Jiang Ya saw her bottomless eyes behind her glasses, she remembered the look that made her back cold, and her heart suddenly sank.

"Don't you know that standing behind someone can scare people to death?"

Jiang Ya's voice was filled with undisguised panic, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

He walked around the stair railing and stayed away from it, and hurried back to his room as if he was avoiding a flood or a beast. Even the sound of closing the door was hasty.

Quan Jiuxi stood there, watching her fleeing back, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which disappeared in a flash.

She turned and walked up the stairs with a leisurely pace, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the dark night, beautiful, but with thorns.

.....

At Kyoto University on Monday, the leaves of the sycamore trees rustled in the morning breeze, and sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the tree-lined avenue, dancing into mottled spots of light.

Jiang Ya stood in front of the teaching building, dragging a pink suitcase. Her designer dress made her look delicate and elegant, but her face was deliberately reserved. As an exchange student, she was assigned to the Fine Arts Department, which happened to be Su Wan's class.

Quan Jiuxi sat by the window in the classroom, his elbows resting on the table, twirling a black fountain pen with his fingertips.

She had anticipated the inevitable encounter between the villains and the protagonists in this kind of plot.

After all, in the original plot, she, Quan Jiuxi, was just a passerby whose name was not even remembered.

In the next few days, Jiang Ya's "feat" quickly spread throughout the grade.

Quan Jiuxi leaned on the corridor railing, listening to Jiang Lu's gossip beside him.

"Oh my god, Jiuxi, you didn't see it," Jiang Lu held an ice soda in one hand and gestured with the other.

"That newcomer, Jiang Ya, is Mo Qinghan's biggest fangirl!

Yesterday, I was blocking Senior Mo in the cafeteria to get food, and Mo Qinghan’s eyes froze me into an ice sculpture!

Also, she seemed to think Su Wan was her love rival, and yesterday she deliberately knocked over Su Wan's drawing board. Su Wan calmly picked it up and asked if she was okay, making Jiang Ya look like a clown!

Quan Jiuxi paused in spinning the pen, his dark eyes reflecting the students laughing and playing downstairs.

"But she seemed to have heard that Mo Qinghan liked Su Wan, so she targeted her."

Quan Jiuxi's lips curled up slightly.

She learned from the hidden plot that Mo Qinghan noticed Su Wan not because of "liking" her.

This was because the painting "Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" that Su Wan was copying was the famous work of Mo Qinghan's late mother, a once-famous master of traditional Chinese painting.

But later his temperament changed drastically. He was no longer satisfied with the implicitness of Chinese painting and instead pursued a more unrestrained art form.

"But seriously," Jiang Lu leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Isn't that Jiang Ya too persistent? She knows Mo Qinghan isn't interested in her, but she still follows him around every day. She's a real bootlicker..."

Quan Jiuxi didn't respond, but continued to turn the pen, listening to Jiang Lu chattering about how Jiang Ya "jumped around" and how Su Wanyun resolved the situation calmly.

She had to admit that beneath Su Wan's seemingly weak appearance, she possessed a rare resilience, which made her much more interesting than some rich girls who only knew how to throw tantrums.

"By the way, Jiuxi," Jiang Lu suddenly changed the subject, her eyes sparkling, "Have you heard recently that a top tycoon has emerged in the stock market?"

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyes: "Who?"

"Q!" Jiang Lu's voice was filled with admiration, "I heard that this person is elusive and shorted three listed companies in just one month. His methods are extremely ruthless!

Now the entire financial circle is guessing who she is. Some say she is a tycoon who returned from Wall Street, while others say she is the boss of a certain company..."

Quan Jiuxi stopped spinning his pen, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and said in a calm voice, "I know."

Jiang Lu would probably never have imagined that the "idol" she was talking about was sitting right next to her.

Jiang Lu curled her lips and began to whine, "Forget it, there's no point in thinking about this.

The midterm exam is coming up soon, and I still haven’t understood a lot of knowledge points. It’s so annoying! "

Quan Jiuxi didn't say anything, but just took out a black-covered notebook from the desk and threw it to her.

Jiang Lu opened it doubtfully and was instantly shocked by the contents inside - densely packed notes, with key points and common mistakes marked with pens of different colors. Even the things she hadn't understood last time after racking her brains were explained clearly with concise and clear diagrams.

What astonished her even more was the calligraphy, which was written in a vigorous and graceful manner, with sharp strokes and an indescribable sense of freedom and elegance, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off it.

"Xiao Xi," Jiang Lu looked up at Quan Jiuxi in shock. "Have you been working so hard in class lately? You can answer the teacher's questions fluently. So you've been secretly studying so hard?"

Quan Jiuxi leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and basked in the sun without saying a word.

roll?

Does she need it?

The knowledge of more than a dozen worlds stored in my brain is more than enough to cope with this exam.