My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 22

Watching Qi Weiran leave the children's room, Yi Qingju let out a sigh of relief.

After all, tonight she was reading the unfinished "Common Knowledge of Social Life in 2022".

Fortunately, Qi Weiran called just as she was about to take out the book.

"I remember I said I don't talk about work during personal time."

Leaning on the railing in front, Qi Weiran's side profile looked a bit cold under the not so bright light.

The person on the other end of the phone paused, apologized first, and then got straight to the point.

"President Qi, the pig farm you wanted before, we've already talked to the contact on the phone, and someone has already taken a step ahead of us and bought it."

In principle, such a small matter really wasn't worth calling Qi Weiran so late at night to report.

But this was something Qi Weiran had specifically asked about, so the weight was different.

Qi Weiran's resting fingers moved, and his expression unchanged, he said, "Yuxing or MS?"

Although the Qi family business was large, they were not without competitors.

A small pig farm, and one that was also connected to the Qi family, who else would dare reach out besides those two companies?

Wanxiu on the other end continued, "I've asked, but no matter what, the contact refused to say. People were also asked to investigate, but there were no clues."

Qi Weiran turned around, casually leaning against the railing. His amber eyes narrowed, "Interesting, keep investigating."

After he hung up the phone, the story on Yi Qingju's side was already over.

The storybook had even been neatly put away.

"Sir, he's asleep," Yi Qingju said standing up, her eyes lowered.

Qi Weiran looked at the child sleeping sweetly with his little mouth open on the bed, reached out to tuck in the quilt for him, and stroked his head, his eyes gentle.

Yi Qingju just watched quietly.

She thought that this person seemed a bit cold towards Dumpling on the surface, but after being together for a long time, it could be seen that he was just restraining his tenderness.

[Taciturn]

As Qi Weiran retracted his hand, Yi Qingju succinctly commented.

Qi Weiran: "......"

Yi Qingju's way of praising people.

Rarely, Qi Weiran did not leave, but decided to sleep here.

So the question came.

"Sir, I'll go call Aunt Zhang to tidy up the room." She hurriedly wanted to leave.

But Qi Weiran suddenly said, "I'll sleep in the master bedroom."

[No--!!!]

The high-pitched voice almost shook Qi Weiran into a concussion.

"Sir... the master bedroom is where I'm sleeping now. Do you want to sleep with me?"

Although her heart was impatient enough to crack her voice, Yi Qingju still maintained her image on the surface, showing an eager and expectant appearance.

Little Chirp couldn't help but clap her paws twice to applaud her.

[This acting..]

Yi Qingju: Don't ask, just say I was shocked by that damn system.

Qi Weiran sometimes worried about her mental health. Wasn't such a polarized state likely to cause a split personality after a long time?

"Mm."

Yi Qingju was dumbfounded.

What does 'Mm' mean?

Watching Qi Weiran's retreating figure walking straight to the third floor, Yi Qingju panicked.

[No way, big brother. Although we are legally married, I don't want this blessing! Don't force me!]

Fifteen minutes later.

When Yi Qingju groggily flipped over, her fingers touched the familiar silk feeling, and she immediately opened her eyes.

She had actually returned from the floor to the bed.

Sitting up and scratching her hair, Yi Qingju yawned and thought that Qi Weiran was not such an unreasonable person after all, at least he knew to put her back on the bed.

"Madam, you're awake. I was just about to call you to get up," said the cleaning aunt, holding cleaning tools, walking in.

"Oh yes, Madam, don't sleep on the floor again next time. I'm old and don't have the strength. What if I dropped you? How could that be okay?"

She looked embarrassed.

Not wanting to say that she was lying there, delaying her own sweeping.

Yi Qingju: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll have Aunt Zhang give you a raise later."

The cleaning aunt waved her hand, "No need, Madam. You don't have the authority to give us a raise!"

Yi Qingju thought that was true too.

Qi's employees were actually quite good, not like those in TV dramas who overtly or covertly bullied people.

They were just very frank, neither flattering nor bullying her.

When Yi Qingju went downstairs to the dining room, she immediately saw Qi Weiran sitting in the main seat.

It was still early, his hair was not yet styled up with gel, but fell smoothly over his forehead. She even still remembered the feel when she accidentally touched it in the elevator that day.

He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and was lowering his eyes to carefully—

Accompany Little Dumpling, who was leaning against him, to watch cartoons.....

What he held in his hand was still a bowl of steaming soy milk.

Yi Qingju: "......"

[No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but retort]

[Where's the black coffee standard for domineering presidents?]

Hearing the sound, Qi Weiran looked up, then expressionlessly took off his glasses and continued to eat the remaining food in his plate.

The reason for developing an iron stomach was naturally not unrelated to his dislike for drinking coffee.

"Ah - it was just at the critical moment!"

Watching the suddenly snatched iPad, the little dumpling let out a wail.

With Qi Weiran present, Yi Qingju didn't smack his butt directly, but smiled kindly, "Dumpling, be good. You can't watch cartoons while eating. Kindergarten will be late."

Hearing this gentle tone coupled with Yi Qingju's warning gaze, Qi Xinian visibly shuddered.

Vicious stepmother!

After taking a sip of milk, Qi Xinian suddenly remembered something. Looking up at Qi Weiran, he said, "Uncle, kindergarten is going to hold a children's drama performance next week. Will you come to watch?"

Only then did Yi Qingju remember that the kindergarten teacher had sent a notice in the group before.

[If I remember correctly, the sunflower class was going to perform Cinderella.]

Qi Weiran put down his chopsticks and asked, "What are you playing?"

It must be the prince, right?

Qi Xinian stuck out his chest, "I got the role I'm most confident I can grasp the essence of."

Qi Weiran nodded in satisfaction. As expected of the Qi Group's future successor.

"I'm playing—"

"Cinderella's evil stepmother!"

Yi Qingju almost spurted out her soy milk.

[Just what went wrong with Qi Weiran's education!]

Innocently taking the blame·Qi Weiran: "....."

No, it's your education.