dognovel Chapter 1269 Yun Rui Enchen: Curious Cat
Chapter 1269 Yun Rui Enchen: Curious Cat
The late autumn wind blew dead leaves against the glass windows of the pet hospital. Yang Xiaotang stared at the cat video sent by Qi Ruixiang on the mobile phone screen. Snowball was chasing a ball of yarn and rolling around on the soft carpet.
Her father's order not to let her get close was still fresh in her mind, making her rub the screen with even more force.
She placed her phone upside down on the table. The metal casing made a crisp sound as it collided with the cold documents, but her thoughts involuntarily drifted to the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and full of secrets.
The next morning, Yang Xiaotang deliberately took a detour and passed by the Miaoyin Media Building.
The glass curtain wall reflected the rising sun, which made her squint.
She pretended to look up casually, her eyes sweeping across the huge advertisement on the outer wall of the building. Qi Ruixiang's photo was processed with sharp edges, and the arc of his mouth corners was just right with confidence, but the smile never reached his eyes.
"Miss, do you need help?" The security guard's voice suddenly sounded behind her, startling her and making her body tremble.
Yang Xiaotang forced herself to remain calm and shook her head, waving her hands awkwardly to indicate that she was just passing by. She kept looking back every few steps and switching her gaze back and forth. Her sneaky look made one think she had done something wrong if one didn't know her.
Three days later, on a rainy night, Yang Xiaotang stood at the door of the pet hospital with an umbrella, looking at Qi Ruixiang bandaging an injured stray dog inside.
He took off his suit jacket and casually rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt, revealing the faint blue veins on his forearms.
The rain meandered down the ribs of the umbrella, forming small puddles on the ground, reflecting his focused profile.
Yang Xiaotang took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, his heels making crisp sounds on the tiles.
"What a coincidence." Qi Ruixiang said without raising his head, but his hands did not stop moving. "This puppy was beaten in the alley." His tone was flat, as if he had expected her to appear.
Yang Xiaotang walked up to him, squatted down and carefully checked the puppy's injuries. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the faint scent of cedar perfume on Qi Ruixiang's body hit her face.
"Your technique is very professional." She stared at his skilled movements in treating the wound, "Mr. Qi also has skills in this area?"
Qi Ruixiang finally raised his head, and his eyes behind the glasses met hers, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "I was often bullied by others when I was a child, and I became a doctor after suffering from the illness for a long time." His voice was low and magnetic, but it made Yang Xiaotang feel inexplicably chilled.
She thought about the information she had found. The family records of Qi Ruixiang's childhood were almost blank. It seemed that there were many things about this man that she didn't know.
In the following days, Yang Xiaotang seemed to be caught in an elaborately woven web.
She found an old edition of "News Writing Tutorial" in a second-hand bookstore. Qi Ruixiang's name was clearly written on the title page, and the notes were densely marked with various news interview techniques. However, after investigation, she found that Qi Ruixiang's reporting style as a reporter in his early years was very different from the concepts advocated in these notes.
When she met Qi Ruixiang by chance in a cafe, he was talking to an investor, and his words revealed a deep understanding of the financial markets. However, she could not find any trace of his early involvement in the financial field in the database of the business forum.
One weekend afternoon, Yang Xiaotang happened to see an old camera on display at a community antique exhibition.
The wear and tear and mottled rust on the fuselage tell the story of time, and the introduction board next to it states that this is an item donated by a well-known journalist. The profile of the journalist in the photo is very similar to Qi Ruixiang.
But when she wanted to learn more, the staff told her that they were just there to watch the show and were not doing the job of tour guide.
"Xiaotang!" Her father's stern voice suddenly sounded behind her, and she was so scared that she almost dropped the camera in her hand.
Yang Bin strode over. Although he was wearing casual clothes, Yang Xiaotang still saw the pair of shoulder straps shining coldly in the sun. His eyes were full of worry and anger. "What did I tell you? Stay away from him!"
Yang Xiaotang straightened her back and looked at her father stubbornly: "Why? What secret does he have?" Her voice was filled with resentment that had been suppressed for a long time, "Could he be..."
Faced with the word that was about to come out, Yang Bin subconsciously took a breath, fearing that his precious daughter would not think it through. Yang Xiaotang was indeed almost about to say that word.
However, the caution they had shown over the years has been ingrained into their bones. The father and daughter are now just ordinary people and cannot mention anything related to their profession. The first reason is to keep it confidential, and the second is to protect themselves!
Although Yang Bin was glad that his daughter braked at the critical moment, his face was still red, and veins popped up on his neck: "Don't worry about it! Some things are not something you can handle!" He reached out to pull her away, but Yang Xiaotang dodged...
At the same time, Qi Ruixiang sat on the leather sofa in the office, sipping whiskey leisurely.
The dispute between Yang Bin and his daughter played out in his mind bit by bit.
No matter what, I am an old hand who has handled many hit dramas. Low-level conflicts like this are the basis for driving the plot!
He sneered and turned the pearl hairpin left by his mother in his hand. "Director Yang," he said softly to the air, "the more you try to stop her, the more she wants to know the truth. It's not my fault."
As night falls, the city's neon lights gradually light up.
Yang Xiaotang stood on her balcony, looking at the flashing lights of the Miaoyin Media Building in the distance. Suddenly her phone vibrated. It was a message from Qi Ruixiang: "Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, Central Park, I have something to show you."
She stared at the words on the screen, her heart beating faster. She knew it might be a trap, but curiosity was like an invisible hand, pushing her to reply with a "yes".
The next evening, Yang Xiaotang arrived at the Central Park ten minutes early.
The autumn wind was blowing, making the leaves rustle. She wrapped her coat tightly and paced in front of the agreed bench.
In the distance, Qi Ruixiang's figure gradually became clear. He was wearing a black suit and holding an exquisite gift box in his hands.
"You are here as expected." Qi Ruixiang handed her the gift box with a barely perceptible look of inquiry in his eyes.
Yang Xiaotang took the gift box, and the moment he opened it, his pupils suddenly contracted - those were the few words that Qi Zhifang had left for his son in the drawer of the dean's mother!
Yang Xiaotang held the box carefully, not daring to make any unnecessary movements, for fear that her curiosity would further shatter the yellowed memories.
Jin Ruixiang seemed to see the other party's intention and took the initiative to reach out and take out the things inside. He lowered his brows, making it impossible to see the emotion in his eyes.
"The photo paper is the only words left to me by the person who brought me into this world. I am just a product of impulse, and I am not loved by my mother." Qi Ruixiang choked up for no reason when he said this.
No matter how many times he read the words above, it would hurt him!
There was also the pendant that was already stained with rust. He picked it up but did not open it to reveal the mottled photo inside.
An autumn breeze blew, and Yang Xiaotang sniffed unconsciously. She looked at the man in front of her who was about to break apart, and wanted to comfort him but couldn't make a sound. She could only vent her feelings with her red eyes.
Qi Ruixiang looked at her reaction and cleverly turned his back to hide all the truth. He felt the woman's gaze and raised his lips slightly. This carefully planned game had just begun...