Free Web NovelChapter 799: Chapter 799: The Enigmatic Young Master Qiu
This realization hit her the moment she was brought to this house on the first day.
She guessed that Qiu Qianghai must be especially, especially fond of a girl, or he wouldn’t go to such lengths of effort and expense.
Song Yinyin thought, how wonderful it would be if the girl he liked was her.
Then wouldn’t she have anything she wanted?
Unfortunately, from the moment they met until now, Mr. Qiu wouldn’t even let her touch a corner of his clothes.
Song Yinyin withdrew her gaze, returning to the notes in her hand, and read uncomfortably with a strained voice: "How can you say there’s no clothing? Together with you in the robe. When the king raises an army, repair my spears and swords, together with you as an ally!
How can you say there’s no clothing, together with you in the pools—"
The late-night sky, with stars twinkling up high, was quite captivating.
The entire neighborhood quieted down.
Song Yinyin’s voice became hoarse from reciting poetry.
After reading it an unknown number of times, she finally couldn’t keep going and paused to look up at the man on the sofa, who had closed his eyes at some point. She let out a soft sigh.
She waited a while, didn’t hear any urging from him, and carefully rose to her feet, her legs tingling numbly, barely able to stand.
Song Yinyin looked up once more, and Qiu Qianghai sat on the sofa, seemingly lost in sleep, and a slight delight crept into her heart.
After a moment of rest, when her legs no longer felt numb, she stepped towards the kitchen.
Her throat felt like it was on fire, urgently in need of water.
As Song Yinyin walked towards the kitchen, she didn’t see the man on the sofa open his clear, rational eyes.
From beginning to end, Qiu Qianghai never fell asleep.
Watching Song Yinyin’s retreating figure, his eyes were utterly void of emotion, but they held an endless weariness.
Qiu Qianghai reached for the cigarette on the table and lit one.
He deeply inhaled the smoke into his lungs, then exhaled it, his handsome features shrouded in a veil of smoke, giving him an enigmatic look.
When Song Yinyin emerged from the kitchen after drinking a glass of water, she saw the man on the sofa puffing on a cigarette.
Melancholy enveloped him, a despondency that was all too apparent.
It seemed he sensed her presence, as Qiu Qianghai glanced at her indifferently.
With just one look, she quickly stepped forward.
Without Qiu Qianghai needing to speak, Song Yinyin once again knelt before the table and resumed reciting the poem.
Until almost dawn, Song Yinyin didn’t slack.
The sky outside was gradually breaking; the earth was still in a hazy state, and daylight was just about to dawn.
Qiu Qianghai extinguished what was probably the umpteenth cigarette of the night.
He interrupted Song Yinyin’s hoarse poetry reading: "That’s enough."
Upon hearing his words, Song Yinyin, kneeling at the table, let out a long sigh of relief.
She collapsed directly to the ground, feeling like this ordeal was finally over.
Qiu Qianghai glanced out the window, where a glimmer of white was rising in the east, the soft light soon to envelop the whole earth.
He got up, grabbed the jacket from the sofa, and walked towards the door.
Song Yinyin watched his departing back, her eyes revealing a sense of relief.
However, halfway through his steps, he suddenly stopped.
Song Yinyin’s slightly calmed heart quickly leaped back to her throat.
Qiu Qianghai turned, his gaze cold as he looked at the woman kneeling at the table.
He asked aloud, "Can you cook?"
"I can!" Song Yinyin quickly answered as if facing a teacher.
She feared he might think up some other way to torment her.
Cooking, to her, really wasn’t a problem at all.
Qiu Qianghai turned and steadily returned to the sofa, casually throwing his suit jacket aside.
