After watching Ling Qiuqiu go upstairs, Shen Youjin took a sip of the hot water in her cup and showed a faint smile.
No one knew that when she had nothing, it was this friendship that had kept her going.
When decorating this studio, she had specially reserved an office next door for Ling Qiuqiu.
She had thought it would always remain empty, but unexpectedly, God was still on her side and gave her a chance.
"Sister Youjin, was that President Shen just now?" the receptionist girl whispered as she noticed Shen Youjin's expression soften. "He won't come again, right?"
Shen Youjin shook her head. "This should be the last time."
"That's good." Hearing this, the receptionist girl immediately let out a sigh of relief and murmured softly, "He seems so annoying."
He acted so father - like but didn't do a single thing a father should do. She was really afraid that the studio would have to shut down because of him!
Shen Youjin knew what the receptionist girl was worried about. People who came out to work just wanted stability. Who would want to keep changing jobs?
Although she had few conversations with Shen Guoliang, she still understood him.
It was very likely that Yin He had given him an ultimatum this time. If he couldn't persuade her to leave, Yin He would naturally step in.
It was a pity that now she was not going to back down for either Shen Guoliang or Yin He.
It wasn't until it was time to get off work that Fu Qingye's car finally appeared at the studio door.
The rain that had been falling all day still hadn't stopped. The gloomy clouds had replaced the dusk.
In the heavy rain, Fu Qingye stood at the door with an umbrella in his hand. There were raindrops on his black suit blown by the wind, but this instead made his arrogance seem more tenacious.
He was like an ancient warrior, never to be defeated, always standing firm between heaven and earth.
Perhaps because Shen Guoliang had come, a crack had appeared in her already broken heart. Seeing Fu Qingye at this moment, she actually had an impulse.
She wanted to throw herself into Fu Qingye's arms and rely on him.
She clearly knew that as long as she was willing, he would protect her as he had done before.
It was an instinct, but she resisted it. She knew it was wrong!
"Come in and have a cup of tea?" Shen Youjin smiled. "Leave later."
Fu Qingye looked at her. For some reason, he had an illusion.
When Shen Youjin had just looked at him, there had been a desperate longing in her innocent eyes, like a wounded fawn.
But in just an instant, this longing, like a flame, had been extinguished by the heavy rain.
"Okay."
He didn't refuse. He sat by the window with Shen Youjin, finished a cup of tea, and then looked at the increasingly dark sky outside. "Aren't you afraid I'll sell you?"
"If the young master wants to sell someone, even if I ask, it won't help. I still can't change the outcome." The more Shen Youjin looked at Fu Qingye's handsome face, the more she thought he was suitable to be a star. It was a pity that he had a bad temper. "But can I ask where you're taking me?"
Fu Qingye hooked the corner of his mouth, making his face even more mesmerizing. "It's a secret for now."
Shen Youjin paused, then laughed too. "Is it a gift for me?"
"Hard to say." Fu Qingye said playfully. "It depends on your performance."
"Can you give me a gift that I can get without having to perform?" Shen Youjin's clear eyes sparkled. "You won't refuse me, right?"
Fu Qingye raised his eyebrows. He just felt that Shen Youjin was especially different today. "Tell me."
"I want a few strands of your hair as a souvenir." Shen Youjin stared at him without blinking. "I've been reading books about metaphysics these days. As long as you get the hair of your ex - boyfriend, make it into a lucky bag, and infuse it with the aura of incense ash, you can achieve your wishes. But the prerequisite is that this person is successful in his career. I want to try."
Of course, this was just something she made up on the spot, but there was nothing she could do. She had to find a way, and she had to make sure that she had an excuse if things went wrong.
"When did you start believing in this?" Fu Qingye looked at her and asked suspiciously. "You haven't already gotten hair from your other ex - boyfriends, have you?"
"Isn't it because I've started my own business? Of course, I've started believing in gods and ghosts." Shen Youjin started to spout nonsense. "So far, I've only asked you for it. If you don't give it to me, I'll have to find someone else."
At this moment, he was indeed the only one she had asked, so this wasn't really a lie, right? It could only be said that Fu Qingye's question wasn't rigorous.
"No way!" Fu Qingye immediately looked serious. "I'll give it to you!"
He was about to cut it off for her, but Shen Youjin immediately stopped him.
"No, it has to be me who does it to show my sincerity."
After saying that, she directly reached out and pulled out a few strands of his hair, put them into a transparent bag she had prepared in advance, and carefully put it away.
Looking at her respectful appearance, for a moment, Fu Qingye really believed that Shen Youjin had started to worship gods.
He touched the amulet in his coat pocket. Although he never believed in such things, as long as she was happy, he didn't mind fulfilling her wish.
"Let's go!" He stood up. "It's time to go."
Shen Youjin responded and was about to get her umbrella, but he grabbed her.
"No need. I brought one."
He insisted that she not hold an umbrella. She knew he was always domineering and didn't want to argue with him over such a trivial matter, so she didn't insist anymore.
After turning off all the lights in the studio, Shen Youjin and Fu Qingye walked into the hazy rain curtain that intertwined with the night.
Fu Qingye was wearing a black suit. He stood upright, like a towering pine tree standing proudly in the rain. His well - defined fingers firmly held the umbrella handle.
The black umbrella flapped in the wind and rain, but he controlled it perfectly. Coupled with his extremely handsome and aggressive features, he was just like an elegant weapon, powerful enough to crush all harm for her.
Shen Youjin walked beside him. Her fair face was delicate and charming. Her slender fingers lifted the silk skirt in the color of moonlight. The splashed water droplets became her embellishment. With each step, it was as if a flower was blooming, adding a bit more hazy charm. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
It wasn't until they got in the car that she noticed that half of Fu Qingye's body was already wet.
But he didn't care at all. He took off his coat and handed her a clean towel.
"The rain is heavy today. Don't catch a cold."
Shen Youjin didn't know why, but suddenly she thought of a sentence from *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, and then she smiled.
"It's okay."
She didn't care about the rain at all. Her life had always been filled with rain.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the seaside villa.
Even if the world became extremely blurry, she would never mistake this place.
She turned her head and looked at Fu Qingye sitting beside her. Her tone became serious.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Fu Qingye hooked the corner of his mouth slightly. His smile was like a flickering light in the dark night, with a hint of evil charm.
It was as if he was about to drag someone into the mysterious whirlpool he had carefully woven. The words he said instantly dragged her into the abyss!