I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 334 You Have to Take Responsibility for This

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 You Have to Take Responsibility for This

Qiao Qingyu suddenly remembered, Yuan Hengzhi, this name was not unfamiliar to her at all. Last time she was in Beijing, hadn’t she been pushed off the bus? And then He Xiuyu had looked for him.

Qiao Qingyu smiled at him, knowing that Yuan Hengzhi was older than He Xiuyu, "Brother Yuan, hello."

"Hello, hello, I really didn’t expect you all to come to Beijing. How about this, I have some personal business to take care of today, but let’s get together at noon tomorrow."

He Xiuyu nodded, "I have a meeting tomorrow morning, but I can make time at noon. I’ll give you a call then."

"It’s a deal." Then Yuan Hengzhi nodded at Qiao Qingyu. For some reason, at that moment, Bai Zhi’s hand was still clutching Yuan Hengzhi’s arm, and Yuan Hengzhi, unable to shake her off, said somewhat awkwardly, "Bai Zhi, I’ll take you home. Don’t worry, I will safely escort you home."

Lan Jianqing wanted to say something, but He Xiuyu spoke up lightly, "Boss Lan, still in business, aren’t you?"

Lan Jianqing glanced at He Xiuyu, and by then Bai Zhi and Yuan Hengzhi had disappeared at the door, so it wasn’t good for him to chase after them.

He smiled, recovering his earlier demeanor, "Of course, business must be done."

Then He Xiuyu followed Qiao Qingyu to Rongrong’s seat.

Rongrong sat obediently there, and upon seeing He Xiuyu come over, she sweetly said, "Uncle."

"Rongrong, are you full?"

"Yes, I am. Their food is really tasty."

She stretched out her finger and pointed to Lan Jianqing, who followed behind with a menu.

"Wow, sweet little girl, uncle will have the waiter bring you a plate of fruit jelly."

"Thank you, uncle." He Xuerong smiled sweetly, the name sounding very appetizing.

Qiao Qingyu ordered two dishes for He Xiuyu and asked for two bowls of rice, then asked the waiter to reheat the soup on the table. At that point, Lan Jianqing sat down uninvited.

He looked at Qiao Qingyu, "Qiao Qingyu, my potential relationship failed because of you, you have to take responsibility for that."

A crisp sound startled Lan Jianqing.

He Xiuyu swept over Lan Jianqing with an indifferent gaze and placed the soup spoon back in the bowl.

"Boss Lan, as a businessman and a man of the world, you can’t just say things like that.

"Mr. He, don’t misunderstand me; I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted Qiao Qingyu to explain things for me."

"Boss Lan, there’s nothing to explain. I’ve completely forgotten, I don’t even know who you are, nor do I remember you joining the Qiao Family Team. Besides, as you said, I was just a child back then. If I go to explain now, wouldn’t that be unnecessary?"

Lan Jianqing looked at Qiao Qingyu, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but felt that it was not right to speak with He Xiuyu sitting next to him.

No matter what, Qiao Qingyu was married. Saying in front of her husband that this young lady had desperately wanted to marry him, along with many embarrassing words, what would her husband think?

He couldn’t do something like that anyway.

But he really couldn’t let go of Bai Zhi.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given up the opportunity to go abroad and abandon his job, to become a sole proprietor that many looked down on, even though he now already had assets, even though he had now bought these three floors.

"But in the eyes of many, he still didn’t compare to that man in the police uniform."

"People regarded him as someone with a proper job, holding a golden rice bowl."

His brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed out again, and he laughed, "Since you’ve forgotten, then let it be."

After speaking, he got up, and the waiter brought their ordered dishes and rice, followed by another waiter with a plate of colorful fruit jelly that looked particularly appetizing, served in a delicate porcelain bowl, topped with a pretty little spoon.

"Go ahead and eat, there’s no coloring, it’s all made from fruit," Lan Jianqing explained before saying, "Alright, I won’t disturb your meal anymore."

And then he quickly left.

Only after watching him leave did Qiao Qingyu lower her voice and say to He Xiuyu, "Strange, why don’t I remember him at all?"

"It doesn’t matter, it’s all insignificant details," said He Xiuyu indifferently.

Then the two of them began to eat. After finishing the meal, He Xiuyu left with Qiao Qingyu and Rongrong. Of course, waiving the bill was unnecessary, and Lan Jianqing didn’t insist and accepted the money.

But he thoughtfully took out a paper box from behind the counter; clearly, it was a complimentary gift, with cute animal patterns printed on the outside, containing fruit candies.

They didn’t refuse this gesture; after all, their bill wasn’t small.

The night in Beijing during the new month was still somewhat chilly, but the streets were bustling with life, far more people out than when they had arrived.

Considering Rongrong looked sleepy, He Xiuyu picked up the child and the two walked through narrow alleys, avoiding the busy crowds, and returned to the base office guesthouse. Only after Rongrong had fallen asleep did Qiao Qingyu say, "Uncle He’s family already knows we’re back in Beijing. What do you plan to do?"

"I’ve already called home. Tomorrow afternoon, the three of us will go back together."

"Your mother doesn’t have a problem with it?"

Qiao Qingyu’s question was not particularly cautious, but in He Xiuyu’s eyes, it was painfully tender.

The girl was inherently bright and flamboyant; it was only because of him that she had these cautious thoughts.

He Xiuyu suddenly felt a wave of affection, hugged Qiao Qingyu close, and kissed her forehead gently, whispering, "Grandpa and Grandma are here too. They miss Rongrong and want to see you. My mother said that since we’ve been married for so long, it’s time you officially joined the family."

"Then okay," Qiao Qingyu said softly in his arms.

"Qingyu, you are the one I cherish most. I would never let you suffer even the slightest grievance."

Qiao Qingyu, of course, believed He Xiuyu would keep his word.

He Xiuyu was not a man who spoiled his wife unconditionally, so his every action was justified, and Qiao Qingyu was not one to be unreasonable. She wouldn’t put herself in a position to be criticized. Naturally, if she said she felt wronged, then she truly was, and He Xiuyu would naturally stand by her side.

His soft and fragrant wife was in his arms, and in the bed, there were only the two of them, with Rongrong asleep in another room. Therefore, it was natural for He Xiuyu’s mind to wander.

It had been over a week since they had made love.

He turned over and kissed her, a young, attractive body exuding an enthralling tension.

Beneath the night sky, filled with stirring passion.

Only halfway through their intimate embrace did they remember they had forgotten protection.

He calculated the dates; it was Qiao Qingyu’s dangerous period. He Xiuyu let out a long breath, lay back on the bed, and stretched out his long legs...