My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 41

"Hey, surprised to see me?"

The person appearing through the car window had a head full of curly hair, tousled by the wind.

As Feng Yisheng looked at the girl in front of him, he speculated in his mind:

What would this delicate little white lotus do when meeting me alone?

Would she greet me in a panicked state or call someone to deal with me?

Or would she make a phone call to Qi Weiran?

In the midst of his speculation, the person outside the car had already taken action.

She simply walked away.

Walked away...

As if she hadn't seen him at all.

"Hey! How can you ignore me? Do you believe me if I say I'll tell Qi Weiran!?"

Feng Yisheng leaned out, his face filled with disbelief.

Wow, Qi Weiran isn't here, and this person isn't even willing to put on an act?

Yi Qingju responded to this by giving him a disdainful look.

Xiao Jiji, don't think I don't know how much you look down on me.

Feng Yisheng widened his eyes. Is this Yi Qingju? The one in the hospital who asked you to kill someone!?

"I mean, are you pretending in front of Qi Weiran?"

"So, this is your true face."

Feng Yisheng got out of the car, took a few steps, and quickly walked to Yi Qingju's side.

Seeing that she ignored him and didn't feel embarrassed, he sighed and shook his head. "Ah, it's so hot. I came all the way here and didn't even get a sip of water."

Yi Qingju glanced at him. "Is it still hot in the fall?"

Feng Yisheng nodded.

She smirked and said, "Being 1.7 meters tall, you're too close to the sun and getting sunburned."

Feng Yisheng was taken aback by her words.

This mouth is really venomous.

"Where did 1.7 meters come from? I'm 1.8 meters tall, alright."

Yi Qingju remained composed and said, "Take out your three-layer height insoles and then we'll talk."

Feng Yisheng: "...Seriously, you don't need to pretend to be that delicate appearance. Your current personality is Qi Weiran's ideal type."

Yi Qingju thought to herself that his taste is really peculiar, actually liking a funny woman.

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Feng Yisheng followed her step by step and said, "Don't doubt me."

She kicked away a cobblestone and calmly said, "Oh."

As Feng Yisheng observed her reaction, a horrifying thought suddenly came to his mind. His eyes widened uncontrollably. "You couldn't be doing this on purpose, right? Pretending to be the kind of person Qi Weiran doesn't like!?"

Yi Qingju's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained a calm expression and said, "Do you think that's possible? Who would go through so many years of pretending for something that has no benefits?"

Xiao Jiji: [It's you, it's you, really you~]

Feng Yisheng thought to himself that it made sense. When he was abroad, he had seen plenty of news about Yi Qingju. How could someone pretend to be a dog for a man they didn't like for two years?

After facial recognition, the garage door slowly opened in front of the two of them, and the wind lifted Yi Qingju's long hair.

As he looked at her fair side profile, Feng Yisheng couldn't help but say, "Guess why Qi Weiran has a specific ideal type?"

Yi Qingju picked up the car keys and unlocked it. "Do you think I'll guess?"

Looking at the light green old car in front of him, Feng Yisheng was shocked. "Doesn't Qi Weiran give you money to spend?"

Yi Qingju thought to herself, how could mortals understand the true power of a knight.

As she was about to board the car, Feng Yisheng shamelessly took the passenger seat.

Yi Qingju looked at him speechlessly and said, "Get out."

He swiftly buckled his seatbelt and said, "If you take me there, I'll tell you a secret about Qi Weiran."

Yi Qingju remained unfazed and replied, "Do you know where I'm going? Come with me."

Feng Yisheng shrugged and said, "Anywhere is fine."

Xiao Jiji, who was nestled in her bag, asked, "[Host], are you going to take him along to buy a gift for Qi Weiran?"

Yi Qingju turned the key and replied, "[I'll find a way to get rid of him later. Let's listen to Qi Weiran's secret first.]"

Xiao Jiji remarked, "[So, you're clearly quite nosy...]"

Seeing that he had successfully weaseled his way in, Feng Yisheng cleared his throat and said, "Do you know that Qi Weiran had a childhood experience of being kidnapped?"

Yi Qingju nodded and said, "I've heard about it."

Feng Yisheng turned on the car's air conditioning and leaned back comfortably, continuing, "Rather than likening it to an ideal type, it's more accurate to say he's like a moonlit night. I don't know the specifics, but he has held onto it for many years."

Yi Qingju squinted her eyes.

Observing her reaction, Feng Yisheng realized he might have wrongly accused her earlier. It was evident that she cared a lot.

She casually asked, "So, is she abroad now?"

There it is! My arch-nemesis!

Feng Yisheng replied, "...You should read fewer novels."

Then he turned his head and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, saying lightly, "She's dead, forever stuck in her childhood."

Yi Qingju responded with a simple "Oh."

If I'm not mistaken, this moonlit figure should be the same person as the osmanthus flower I speculated about earlier.

I wish her happiness in her next life, and may she become a happy and wealthy woman, just like herself.

Feng Yisheng remarked, "...You're so cold, below zero."

Once they found a parking spot, Yi Qingju put on her hat and mask and got out of the car.

Feng Yisheng followed closely behind and glanced at the Nordic-style store in front of them. It was simple yet exuded luxury.

"A beauty salon? I thought you would take me somewhere more interesting."

Yi Qingju lowered her hat and replied, "I'm that boring of a woman. If you don't want to come, you can leave."

Without hesitation, Feng Yisheng grabbed her hand and said, "Just kidding. A gentleman keeps his word."

They entered the store, and a friendly receptionist approached them.

"Hello, please have a seat over here."

Yi Qingju raised her hand to decline and said, "No need, I have an appointment."

Upon hearing that there would be no need for any instruments during the massage, the receptionist's initial enthusiasm noticeably faded.

"Please follow me."

Since they weren't in a romantic relationship, their services were arranged separately according to Yi Qingju's request.

Feng Yisheng didn't mind and thought, Isn't it great to have someone give me a massage?

While thinking that, Yi Qingju approached him and handed him a card, saying, "I'm afraid I might fall asleep. If you finish earlier, you can go ahead and settle the bill. This is my VIP card."

Feng Yisheng glanced at it and faintly saw the word "VIP" before putting it away.

"Thanks, you're pretty good. Next time, I'll treat you and Qi Weiran to a meal." They could have some spicy hot pot for 23.35 yuan.

Yi Qingju kept it in mind.

As Feng Yisheng watched him enter the room, the person standing beside her urged, "Miss, let's go in too."

Yi Qingju: "No need, I'm not doing it anymore."

Receptionist: ?

"Oh, by the way, apart from the massage, give that gentleman a set of laser hair removal, the most expensive one."

The receptionist nodded immediately, "Okay."

She turned around and left.

Xiao Jiji poked her head out, asking, "When did you get a membership card for this store?"

Yi Qingju blinked innocently, "I don't have one."

Xiao Jiji: [....] Suddenly realizing that Feng Yisheng seemed to have been tricked.

Driving away from the shopping mall, Yi Qingju walked into the adjacent snack street.

Compared to the bustling atmosphere of the large shopping mall, this place was even more lively. Just standing here could sweep away all worries, immersing oneself in the vibrant human world.

With a skewer of grilled gluten in hand, Yi Qingju walked straight to the end of the street where there was a plastic-covered shed with tables and seats inside.

"Boss, paint a plaster doll," Yi Qingju lifted the curtain and walked in directly.

The person sitting on a plastic stool and wearing a mask stood up upon hearing the words.

Unbeknownst to Yi Qingju as she turned around, she failed to notice the pair of sinister eyes gleaming beneath the person's long hair.