Heart Stealer

Although his son Ye Qingyun, whom he had not seen for a long time, had returned to China, he stubbornly refused to go home to live, which made Ye Junhao quite helpless.

He had no choice but to ask his son to meet him at a luxurious restaurant.

Ye Junhao is a very punctual person. Every time he goes on a date, he would rather wait for others than let others wait for him.

This time is no exception.

He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early and ordered a table full of Ye Qingyun's favorite home-cooked dishes.

Waiting for the arrival of his son with great joy.

Ye Qingyun arrived at the restaurant ten minutes late.

After not seeing his father for a year, Ye Qingyun discovered that he had suddenly aged a lot.

There were now strands of silver mixed in my father's originally black hair, and the wrinkles on his face had become deeper.

When Ye Junhao saw his son coming, he immediately stood up with a kind smile on his face.

He went up to him, held Ye Qingyun's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Son, you are here."

Ye Qingyun nodded without saying anything.

His eyes were a little cold, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with his father.

Ye Junhao noticed his son's emotions and sighed softly: "Son, Dad knows you are still angry with me. But, Dad hopes you can understand my difficulties."

Ye Qingyun sneered and retorted mercilessly: "Understand? What is there for me to understand? You are willing to sacrifice my personal happiness for your own career."

Ye Junhao's expression instantly turned ugly. He tried hard to suppress his inner emotions and said, "Son, I'm doing this for your own good. I hope you can become an outstanding person and inherit my career."

Ye Qingyun obviously didn't appreciate it. He politely refused without mercy, "Dad, I don't need your arrangements. I have my own life."

Ye Qingyun stood up and turned to leave the restaurant.

Ye Junhao looked at his son's departing back and felt very helpless and lost.

Ye Qingyun returned to the hotel and waited for his mood to calm down. He felt deeply guilty about his attitude towards his father today.

He took the initiative to call his father and said apologetically:

"Dad, I spoke to you in a rude manner today. I apologize." There was a hint of guilt in Ye Qingyun's voice.

Qiu Rongyao on the other end of the phone softened when he heard his son's apology: "It's okay, son. I'm glad you took the initiative to call and apologize."

Ye Qingyun was silent for a moment, then asked, "Dad, the girl you just mentioned..."

Qiu Rongyao seemed to have guessed his son's thoughts and quickly said, "My friend has a daughter who is about your age. You can arrange a time to meet and make friends."

Ye Qingyun frowned slightly and bit his lip. Although he was a little reluctant, he couldn't bear to refuse his father's kindness.

Ye Qingyun replied with a stiff upper lip: "Okay, Dad, I will go meet her."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingyun sighed helplessly. He knew that this meeting might just be his father's wishful thinking, but he didn't want to disappoint his father, so he could only take it one step at a time.

After resolving the misunderstanding with his father, Ye Qingyun was in a good mood. He decided to go to the hotel bar to have a couple of drinks and relax.

Ye Qingyun smiled and gestured to the waiter to pour wine, but the waiter seemed a little unfamiliar and his movements were not skillful enough.

Ye Qingyun raised his head and glanced around casually, and suddenly felt that the waiter in front of him looked familiar.

He looked at her carefully for a while, with a look of surprise on his face. Wasn't this the girl he rear-ended with his car yesterday?

Qiu Xue also recognized that the man in front of her was the one who hit her car yesterday.

She couldn't help but frown and turned her face away, obviously not wanting to have too much communication with Ye Qingyun.

Seeing this, Ye Qingyun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a sneer: "Miss, the car you drive seems to be not cheap. Why do you work in a place like this? Could it be..." He deliberately dragged out the words, and his eyes wandered wantonly on Qiu Xue, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"What's wrong with working here? I don't steal or rob. All the money I earn is clean. Only people with dirty minds would have crooked thoughts."

"Miss, I didn't say anything." Ye Qingyun took a sip of wine, with a smile on his lips.

Qiu Xue was a little annoyed. She put down the tray, pulled over a chair and sat down.

She took out a stack of bills and a receipt from her trouser pocket and pushed them forcefully in front of Ye Qingyun. The crisp sound echoed in the air.

"My family took the car to the repair shop today. They said it would cost 2000 yuan to fix the car. Here is the remaining money and receipt. Please take a look." Her eyes were firm and clear, as if she was proving her innocence to Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun did not look at the stack of banknotes and receipts. His gaze was still fixed on Qiu Xue, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

"I never ask for money back when I give it away. How about this, miss? Will you have a couple of drinks with me?"

Before Ye Qingyun finished speaking, he heard a man's cold voice behind him: "I'm sorry, Master Ye, we don't provide drinking service here."

Qiu Xue and Ye Qingyun turned around at the same time and called out the name in unison: "Tuobang."

Qiu Xue was a little surprised by Xiao Tuobang's appearance. She obviously didn't expect to meet him here.

Ye Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man who suddenly broke in front of him.

Xiao Tuobang stared at Ye Qingyun with cold eyes, and a hint of hostility flashed across his eyes.

He said in a cold and polite tone: "Master Ye, we meet again. If there is a chance, we can find a time to talk in detail. But now, please excuse me for going first."

Xiao Tuobang quickly turned around and took Qiu Xue's hand without hesitation, whispering softly in her ear, "Miss Qiu, you've been working overtime for longer than the stipulated time. Why don't you go home?"

Qiu Xue was about to say something when Xiao Tuobang held her soft, boneless little hand tightly like an iron clamp, and walked downstairs with her in firm and powerful steps.

Wherever they passed, it seemed as if they brought a breeze, attracting the attention of colleagues passing by.

The eyes of those colleagues were full of curiosity and surprise, some even stopped and stared at the eye-catching couple in amazement.

Qiu Xue was keenly aware of the various gazes from the people around her. Her snow-white face instantly flushed with shyness, as beautiful as the first blooming peach blossoms in spring.

She couldn't help but lower her head slightly, as if trying to avoid these embarrassing gazes.

She lowered her voice and said to Xiao Tuobang beside her in an almost pleading tone: "Mr. Xiao, what on earth are you doing? There are so many eyes staring at us here, please let go of my hand quickly!"

Xiao Tuobang seemed to have heard nothing and continued to hold Qiuxue's warm and soft little hand tightly, unmoved at all.

He looked straight ahead, his feet moving quickly, and strode straight towards the parking lot without hesitation.

After a while, the two arrived at the parking lot.

Xiao Tuobang first carefully pushed Qiu Xue into the car, then he nimbly moved to the other side of the car, opened the door gracefully, and then quickly jumped into the driver's seat.

With the low and powerful roar of the engine, the car started slowly and drove out of the parking space smoothly.

While driving, Xiao Tuobang concentrated on controlling the steering wheel, his eyes looking straight ahead with a serious and focused expression, as if the whole world was left with only the road in front of him and the steering wheel in his hand.

Qiu Xue sat quietly in the passenger seat, her heart pounding like a deer.

She lowered her eyes, secretly wondering when she had accidentally angered the moody Mr. Xiao again.

She thought about it over and over, but still couldn't figure it out. Several times, she mustered up the courage to find some lighthearted topics to break the dull and depressing atmosphere in the carriage, but every time the words came to her lips, she was swallowed back by an inexplicable sense of tension.

In the end, she could only choose to stare silently at the scenery receding outside the car window, letting the embarrassment spread in the air.