Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

The sunlight slanted through the carved glass of Century Cafe, casting fine shadows on the off-white tablecloth.

Meng Qiqi walked in wearing high heels and saw Duan Yu sitting by the window at a glance.

He was wearing a dark grey suit with delicate cufflinks showing at his cuffs. He held a coffee cup in his left hand and casually flipped through a financial magazine with his right hand. He exuded a lazy and noble aura.

"Master Duan has so much free time, and he still has time to ask me out to discuss the acquisition?" Meng Qiqi sat down across from him, her eyes scanning the other cup of cold American coffee on the table. "Or did Master Duan ask out the wrong person?"

Duan Yu put down the magazine and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He leaned forward, and Meng Qiqi could clearly smell the faint scent of cedar perfume on him. "Miss Meng, what you said is true. In the whole of Haicheng, the person I want to talk to the most is you, right?"

He stretched out his hand and pushed the coffee in front of her. "I ordered this especially for you. I heard that pianists love this bitter taste."

Meng Qiqi raised an eyebrow and lightly traced the cup wall with her fingertips. "Master Duan is quite well-informed. But I remember that when we last met, Master Duan seemed to be unconscious and didn't even know his last name. When did he have time to investigate my preferences?"

Duan Yu chuckled softly, and the teardrop mole at the end of his eye trembled slightly with the smile, "It seems that Miss Meng was deeply impressed by me. She even remembered my unconscious appearance so clearly."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and Meng Qiqi subconsciously dodged backwards, only to see him simply pluck up a strand of hair from her hair. "But thanks to Miss Meng that time, I must find a chance to repay you for saving my life."

Meng Qiqi felt her cheeks getting slightly hot, and quickly changed the subject: "Tell me, what exactly did Young Master Duan want by suddenly raising the purchase price? Did he really think he could force my uncle to surrender?"

"Ms. Meng, you should know what I want." Duan Yu propped up his chin and stared at her straight in the eyes. "Meng Group is just a convenient way for me. What I'm really interested in is..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, and seeing Meng Qiqi's ears flushed red, he felt in a good mood and said, "It's Miss Meng."

"Mr. Duan, that's a bit of a joke." Meng Qiqi took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste spreading on her tongue. "The relationship between us is nothing more than a relationship of interest."

"Conflict of interest?" Duan Yu suddenly stood up, walked around the table and sat down next to her.

Meng Qiqi could feel his hot breath sweeping past her ears, "Then let's talk about interests."

His slender fingers gently stroked the back of her hand, "I will help you take back the Meng Group, and you..." He leaned close to her ear, "Be my female companion and accompany me to the charity dinner next month."

Meng Qiqi trembled all over and pushed him away: "Mr. Duan, please respect yourself!" She stood up to leave, but Duan Yu grabbed her wrist.

"Don't be so quick to refuse." Duan Yu smiled and pulled her back to her seat. He took out a napkin and carefully wiped the coffee stains from the corners of her mouth. "Ms. Meng is so smart. You should know that cooperating with me is much easier than dealing with your uncle's group."

His thumb unconsciously rubbed the inside of her wrist. "Besides..." He suddenly lowered his voice. "I'm much more interesting than them."

Meng Qiqi felt her heartbeat uncontrollably. She pulled her hand back with all her strength. "I will consider Master Duan's offer. But before that, please don't use this method again."

She picked up her bag and was about to leave when she remembered, "It's time to return the scarf I bought last time to its original owner."

Duan Yu looked at the scarf on his wrist and smiled like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish: "Miss Meng, are you playing hard to get?"

He picked up the scarf and sniffed it. "It still smells like you. I can't bear to give it back."

Meng Qiqi rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked away quickly.

It wasn't until she walked out of the cafe that she realized her palms were sweaty.

My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Xiao You: "Boss, I found out! Before Duan Yu asked you out today, he specially asked someone to book the second floor of the coffee shop and also prepared..."

The following text made her blush and she turned off her phone.

In the coffee shop, Duan Yu looked at Meng Qiqi's departing back, the smile on his lips never faded.

He took out his phone and sent a message to his subordinates: "Continue to put pressure on the acquisition, but..."

He paused, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, "Leave a way for Meng to survive, don't push the little fox into a corner."

As the sun sets, the city streets gradually turn golden.

Meng Qiqi stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, recalling the scenes just now, feeling both angry and amused.

She knew that this section of the domain was definitely not as simple a playboy as it seemed, and this game was far more dangerous than she had imagined.

But for some reason, thinking of the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye and his playful look, her heart beat uncontrollably faster.

"What a hassle." She muttered softly and raised her hand to stop a taxi.

In the rearview mirror, she saw her slightly red cheeks and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

But she didn't notice that at the corner of the street not far away, Duan Yu was leaning against a black sports car, smiling in the direction she left.

He wrapped the scarf around his neck and whispered, "Little fox, next time, don't think about escaping from my grasp so easily."

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Meng Qiqi, wearing high heels and carrying a delicate little leather bag, had just walked into the gate of the Meng family's old house when she heard the sound of porcelain breaking from the second floor, followed by Meng Qinqin's suppressed sobs.

Her heart sank suddenly and she ran up the stairs quickly. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the quiet old house.

When she pushed open the door of the study on the second floor, the scene before her made her pupils shrink suddenly.

Meng Qinqin curled up in the corner, her white dress stained with ink, her hair disheveled, and tear marks on her face.

Meng Qian stood condescendingly in front of her, holding a brush splattered with ink in her hand, with torn drawings scattered at her feet. These were the works that Meng Qinqin was preparing to exhibit.

"What are you doing!" Meng Qiqi's voice was as cold as ice.

Meng Qian was startled by the shouting. She turned around and saw Meng Qiqi. A flash of panic crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure. "I was wondering who it was, but it turned out to be our pianist sister. What? You're back showing off after meeting Master Duan?"

Meng Qiqi ignored her ridicule, walked quickly to Meng Qinqin's side, squatted down and carefully checked her injuries: "Sister, how are you? Are you hurt?"

She gently wiped away the tears from Meng Qinqin's face, and her voice softened unconsciously.

Meng Qinqin shook her head and said with a sob: "Qiqi, my painting..."

She looked at the messy drawings on the floor and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

These paintings were completed with countless efforts, and they carry her love for art and her longing for her parents.

Meng Qiqi's eyes turned cold in an instant. She slowly stood up and turned to look at Meng Qian.

There was no warmth in her eyes, as if they could freeze people: "Meng Qian, who gave you the courage to touch my sister?"

Meng Qian felt uneasy at the look in her eyes, but she still pretended to be calm: "I'm just teaching this useless thing a lesson! All he does all day is draw, and he doesn't even look at what garbage he draws!"

She kicked the sketch at her feet away, "It's a waste of paper to keep it!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap resounded throughout the room.

Meng Qian's cheeks swelled up instantly. She looked at Meng Qiqi in disbelief, covering her face and screaming, "How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?"

Meng Qiqi looked at her coldly: "Of course I know who you are, a loser who only relies on your parents' power to bully your own sister!"

Her voice was low, but every word was as sharp as a knife. "You think that by tearing up my sister's painting, you can prove that you are better than her? Don't dream. You will never be able to match her even a finger in your life!"

Meng Qian was so angry that she was shaking all over: "You! Just wait, I'm going to tell my parents and let them deal with you!"

"Go ahead! Do you think your uncle and aunt will care about you?" Meng Qiqi sneered, "They can barely protect themselves right now, how could they care about your mess?"

She took a step forward, her eyes sharp. "Besides, do you think they will believe you or us? After all, everyone knows who is truly concerned about the Meng Group."

Meng Qian was so blocked that she couldn't speak. She suddenly rushed towards Meng Qiqi and said, "I'm going to fight you!"

Meng Qiqi was quick-witted and quick-handed. She grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard.

Meng Qian screamed in pain: "Let me go! Let me go now!"

"Let you go?" Meng Qiqi leaned close to her ear and said in a cold voice, "If it weren't for the fact that you're my elder, I would make you crawl out today!"

She pushed hard, and Meng Qian staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Meng Qian sat on the ground, looking at Meng Qiqi and Meng Qinqin, her eyes filled with resentment: "Just wait, I won't let you go!"

She struggled to get up and ran out in a panic.

Meng Qiqi looked at her departing back and sighed softly.

She turned around and walked to Meng Qinqin, hugging her in her arms: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here. No one will dare to bully you anymore."

Meng Qinqin leaned in her arms and cried, "Qiqi, am I so useless that I can't even protect my own paintings..."

"How could that be?" Meng Qiqi stroked her hair and said gently, "In my heart, you are the best painter. If those paintings are gone, we can paint them again. But if you get hurt, what should I do?"

She squatted down, picked up the drawings that were not completely destroyed on the ground, and folded them carefully. "I'll keep these drawings for now. When we have time, we can start over together. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to create even better works."

Meng Qinqin looked at her serious expression, and the grievance in her heart gradually dissipated. She smiled: "Thank you, Qiqi. It's great to have you around."

Meng Qiqi also smiled: "Silly sister, we are sisters, there is no need to say thank you. Let's go and clean up first, and then I will make you your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

She took Meng Qinqin's hand and walked out of the study.