SCHS - Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Qin Zhen had no doubt that Wen Shixue was just looking for an excuse to drink a few more sips. After all, that was exactly the kind of thing Wen Shixue's little brain could come up with. So, she pulled her back to her side and said sternly, "No, stay put. Don't try to find excuses to drink more."
Wen Shixue's wishful thinking was ruthlessly exposed. She turned back and defended herself earnestly, "It's okay, things are bought to be eaten."
Qin Zhen looked at her as if she were a child, her tone like a parent worried sick about their kid: "No, even if you bought it, you can't drink too much at once, and you can't drink too much in a single day. You already had some at the company today, so you've used up your quota."
Wen Shixue was shocked by this news. What kind of terrible fate was this? Why was the world so cruel to her, a mere paper person, constantly hindering her loving relationship with her beloved cola?!
Qin Zhen added, "You also shouldn't eat too many snacks before a meal; it'll fill you up easily."
In short, the eight-character mantra: Eat well, live healthily.
Wen Shixue pursed her lips. Qin Zhen had considered things to this extent for her, and she couldn't bear to say harsh words to refuse. It wasn't like she could never drink it again, so there was no rush. She readily agreed, "Okay, no problem, Vice President Qin's word is law." She then obediently took the shopping bag containing snacks and drinks to put them away, acting so self-aware it was touching.
Actually, seeing Qin Zhen lower her standards for her today made her unspeakably happy and satisfied. In such a beautiful mood, anything was negotiable.
Seeing her agree, Qin Zhen didn't doubt her, turned around, took off her apron, and tied it on, preparing to cook. Although the child's thought process could drift, she was at least someone who kept her word, which was trustworthy.
The next day, Wen Shixue bought a storage box for snacks and set up a corner in the living room specifically for her snack box. She also bought some extra snacks, filling the box to the brim. Qin Zhen turned a blind eye, not interfering much, only thinking she resembled a little squirrel actively hoarding food for winter.
Since the snack corner was established, Qin Zhen often saw a slender figure lingering in that area, and then, helpless yet quite patient, she would repeatedly speak up to stop her, strictly controlling the little squirrel's excessive snacking. Then she would watch the little squirrel calmly close the box lid with one paw and turn away, her thick skin allowing her to act as if nothing had happened.
Even though her occasional snacking attempts were thwarted, Wen Shixue didn't take the entire snack box back to her room. This was because she was still thinking of Qin Zhen. People often get sudden cravings outside of meal times, and when Qin Zhen got peckish, she could grab some small snacks to satisfy her craving, saving the trouble of cooking.
Little Squirrel Wen: This young lady is truly too considerate and kind.
...
With Du Xianyu as the new head, the Design Department was like a tiger with wings. The atmosphere in the department was harmonious, and the employees' work progress visibly accelerated. Recently, designers had successively begun submitting design drafts to Wen Shixue.
Since these works were primarily designed to be suitable and convenient for Wen Shixue and Qin Zhen to wear and use, there was no need to wait for all submissions. They could be submitted as soon as they were completed. If Wen Shixue and Qin Zhen had no objections to the designs, they could immediately select the gems and stones and proceed to production.
Du Xianyu disliked trouble, so he would first review the drafts, repeatedly confirming originality and various details, and would also offer his own suggestions for the designers' reference. Only after everything was in order would he send them to Wen Shixue, clarifying everything Wen Shixue might ask or would ask beforehand to avoid subsequent issues. Gradually, he also got used to dealing with Wen Shixue, just like when he only had one direct superior before.
Wen Shixue was naturally satisfied with the abilities of her designers. After reviewing all the drafts, she took them to discuss with Qin Zhen, asking for the opinion of one of the wearers.
Qin Zhen put down her thermos cup and, with a respectful attitude, looked at the design drafts with focused attention.
Wen Shixue elegantly crossed her legs, leaning lazily on the sofa, propping her head up. Her gaze naturally drifted from the drafts on the table to Qin Zhen's fair and perfect face.
Her face was still the same face she first saw, with no changes to her nose, mouth, or eyes. But for some reason, she felt in her heart that Qin Zhen looked even better than before, even surpassing everyone else she had ever seen.
In this world, the female lead Jiang Manwei was undoubtedly the most dazzling female presence in terms of looks. But Wen Shixue just felt that Qin Zhen was even more beautiful than her, unreasonably beautiful. And she often felt that if they had to be categorized by looks, her Lao Qin was definitely the number one female lead—it's just that the genre of this novel would need to be changed, and the title could be changed to "A Hundred Years of Harmony," or something more direct.
As Wen Shixue thought about it, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Amazing, I'm truly an unremarkably talented little title-giver!
Qin Zhen looked up and glanced at her, taking in her slightly proud expression, then lowered her eyes again, picked up the design drafts underneath, and asked while looking at them, "What are you thinking about?"
What could she be thinking about to have that expression?
Wen Shixue answered frankly, "I was thinking about what kind of title a romance novel would have if you were the female lead."
Qin Zhen's hand holding the drafts paused slightly. She had already come to terms with the fact that Wen Shixue's mind was always filled with things others couldn't fathom. Now she just wanted to know how much more outrageous she could be, so she asked casually, "What kind?"
Wen Shixue replied cheerfully, "'A Hundred Years of Harmony,' simple and with good meaning. Or something more direct, like 'My Cold-Faced Female Vice President,' 'The Years I Was Loved by the Stunning Vice President,' 'The Stunning Vice President Locks Me In'... Take your pick, there's always one that's perfect for you."
Qin Zhen: "..."
She felt that none of them were suitable...
Qin Zhen: "Thank you, but you don't need to waste your brainpower on this."
She hoped this little brain would think about more serious matters, and not always overperform in these strange areas—what, what kind of weird names are these?!
Vice President Qin: [Distressed.JPG]
Wen Shixue didn't continue to tease her. She leisurely leaned over and picked up one of the necklace design drafts, simply imagining how it would look hanging around Qin Zhen's neck. She couldn't help but praise, "You'll look even better when you wear it." She added, "You'll also charm even more little sisters."
Little sisters?
When Qin Zhen heard the word "little," she automatically equated the age of this group with Wen Shixue's age. Her curled eyelashes gently lowered, and she said in a calm tone, "No."
Wen Shixue was curious about her certainty. She put down the design draft and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
In this world, are there paper people who don't like good looks?
Wen Shixue: A traitor has appeared in the face-con paper world?!
Qin Zhen said calmly, "Because I'm older."
She was thirty, not young anymore. How could young kids like someone so much older? Moreover, the older the age gap, the bigger the generation gap. Once communication becomes difficult, love will be hard to sustain and won't go far. Plus, her personality was boring, making her even less likable.
Not every young person was like Wen Shixue, who made it easy to never run out of topics.
From Wen Shixue, she could see that young people nowadays liked to have fun, liked to make noise, liked everything new and interesting in the world, and were always full of vibrant curiosity. At the same time, she was also sure that they would never like a boring old woman. They wouldn't like her, and she wouldn't like them, so there was no point in fantasizing about unsuitable love.
She had long passed the age of being able to dream wildly and bravely try things. She pursued love that could last, that could accompany her until old age.
Occasionally, she also wanted to have a home, because she had never had that meaning. Although her past was tragic and she had never felt her parents' love, this did not prevent her from building her future blueprint—to have a lover to grow old with, to raise a cat or a dog. If possible, to adopt a child of their own, and then watch and accompany the child grow up little by little, teaching her carefully, being the best mother in the world.
At least... not like her mother, who just abandoned her.
Wen Shixue's words suddenly got stuck in her throat, neither up nor down. Although Qin Zhen's expression was calm and showed no difference from usual, it allowed her to keenly sense a hint of loneliness that couldn't be hidden. She pursed her lips, not knowing why Qin Zhen was unhappy. Subconsciously, she felt it wasn't necessarily because of her age, as Qin Zhen usually didn't seem to care much about age.
She couldn't be sure, and she didn't want Qin Zhen to be unhappy. Having spent so much time with Qin Zhen, it would be false to say she didn't appreciate her kindness, didn't want what was best for her, and didn't want to see her unhappy. So she immediately spoke up, refuting with genuine emotion, "Don't talk nonsense, thirty is not even halfway to a hundred, you're still very young, where are you old?!"
Qin Zhen slowly lifted her eyelids and looked at her silently, listening to her say, "Qin Zhen, although I've never been in love, I know that no one can refuse someone excellent and dazzling. You are very much worth liking."
The longer she spent with her, the more she realized how good Qin Zhen was. So she never felt that Qin Zhen's age would hinder her from liking someone, or from being liked by someone.
In this world, nothing can eternally swallow the moonlight's radiance.
Qin Zhen saw her speaking so seriously and sincerely, and her heart suddenly softened. A smile spread in her eyes, and the corners of her lips slowly curved upwards. She said softly, "Thank you."
Although she wasn't actually bothered by her age, the child's comfort was too earnest and heartfelt. She had to give her some face and cooperate, otherwise, she would be letting down the child's good intentions.
Wen Shixue looked at her smile, as if seeing gentle spring water melting, and couldn't help but be stunned, her heart skipping a beat. After she came back to her senses, she inexplicably felt a sense of doubt, wondering, "Did I comfort her incorrectly?" Even so, she tentatively asked, "Then... you're not sad anymore?"
"Mm." Qin Zhen nodded gently. "Not sad anymore."
Wen Shixue stared at her, her gaze sharp, trying hard to discern the truth, as if she wouldn't give up until she completely eradicated this negative emotion.
Seeing this, Qin Zhen said with a gentle smile, "Shixue's comfort is earnest and thoughtful. Even the saddest person would feel better."
Only after confirming that she was truly not sad did Wen Shixue nod, finally letting her go back to looking at the design drafts. While Qin Zhen wasn't paying attention, she quietly turned away, placed her hand on her chest, and muttered to herself: My heart rate just now seemed a bit off...
It was fine when she was talking earlier, but why did her heart rate change when Qin Zhen smiled?
She pondered for a long time and finally came to a terrifying conclusion—
Could I have heart disease???
indeed, you are sick… lovesick!
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