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Chapter 159 Stop being narcissistic

Before she could finish speaking, He Qiaoyun walked over and saw Liu Biao "bullying" Feng Jiashu.

She tugged at Liu Biao, "What are you doing?"

Liu Biao turned his head and saw her displeased expression. He immediately backed down, gave a smile, and explained, "He has a mosquito on his forehead, and I was just about to swat it off for him."

He Qiaoyun frowned and looked at Feng Jiashu, "Really?"

Feng Jiashu was very magnanimous and did not argue with Liu Biao again. Instead, he nodded with a faint smile, agreeing with Liu Biao's words, "Yes, there might have been a mosquito flying by just now. Mr. Liu has very good eyesight."

He Qiaoyun looked left and right, and seeing that their words and actions were consistent, she didn't say anything more. She picked up her bag from the seat and said, "Let's go then."

The three of them walked out of the restaurant together. He Qiaoyun stood in the middle, with two men on either side of her, looking quite imposing.

Liu Biao took out his car keys and pressed the keys twice on the black Wrangler in the parking lot outside. He first greeted Feng Jiashu politely, "Where are you going, Mr. Feng? Do you need a ride?"

Feng Jiashu naturally wouldn't get into his car, so he declined, saying, "No need."

After receiving a response, Liu Biao turned to He Qiaoyun and said, "Qiaoyun, let's go then."

He Qiaoyun stopped smiling and politely said goodbye to Feng Jiashu, "Then we'll be going now. Let's get together again sometime."

Immediately afterwards, Liu Biao gentlemanly opened the passenger door, He Qiaoyun got in, and then Liu Biao got into the car.

Feng Jiashu watched them leave together, his eyes blazing with jealousy. He was just a step too late to ask; he had originally intended to see He Qiaoyun off as well...

After the black Wrangler left, the Maybach slowly pulled up. The passenger door opened, and the assistant got out and opened the rear door. "Chairman, how was the meal?"

Feng Jiashu showed no emotion, simply replying "Not good," before bending down and getting into the car.

The assistant noticed his unhappiness, so he didn't mention that he had prepared stomach medicine, and quickly got into the passenger seat.

The car slowly started moving, and Feng Jiashu said to his assistant, "Go and investigate the background of Liu Biao, the one who just left with Qiaoyun. Make sure it's detailed."

The assistant glanced discreetly at the rearview mirror and, seeing Feng Jiashu's darkening expression, quickly replied, "Okay."

And at this time.

Liu Biao, who was slightly better than Feng Jiashu, hummed a popular song from a few years ago as he drove, "The Wumeng Mountains connect to mountains beyond mountains, moonlight spills over Xiangshui Beach..."

He Qiaoyun couldn't help but laugh when she heard his off-key singing.

Liu Biao caught a glimpse of the smile on her face out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile too. "What are you laughing at?"

He Qiaoyun's smile widened little by little, then she waved her hand, "I wasn't smiling."

Liu Biao clicked his tongue and urged, "Tell me quickly, what are you laughing at?"

He Qiaoyun: "I'm laughing at your singing, you're tone-deaf."

Liu Biao's face immediately flushed, and he retorted, "No way, it's all on the score. Let me tell you, with my singing voice, if I were to sing, I would be famous all over the country by now."

He Qiaoyun laughed even louder, "Get lost, stop being so narcissistic."

Liu Biao wasn't annoyed at all, and said cheerfully, "Sing one for me too."

He Qiaoyun crossed her arms and looked arrogant. "You think I'll sing just because you tell me to? No way."

Liu Biao didn't press the issue further. "Fine, if you don't want to sing, then don't."

The joyful atmosphere gradually faded, and He Qiaoyun asked, "I didn't even ask you earlier, what are you planning to do next?"

Liu Biao pondered for a moment before saying, "I have no clue. Let's take it one step at a time. If all else fails, I'll work for you."

He Qiaoyun refused: "No, I can't afford to hire you. You should just focus on collecting rent. Besides, I don't need any more people."

Liu Biao said, "You see, your small supermarket doesn't need anything, but you're the only one working on your orchard, which is quite tiring. How about you hire me to help you? I'll pay you a regular salary of 3,500 a month, is that okay?"

He Qiaoyun turned her head, looked at him with suspicion, and slowly asked, "Are you crazy?"

Liu Biao laughed, "I'm fine, I just have nothing to do. Can you find me something to do?"

He Qiaoyun: "You'd better not, I can manage on my own. But you can come visit me often, there's plenty of fruit, but only two kinds."

Although Liu Biao was somewhat disappointed, he was still quite happy to hear her words. In any case, his status in her heart was now higher than that of Feng Jiashu.

“Okay, if you’re too busy, you can call me. I’m always available,” he added.

He Qiaoyun agreed, "Yes, don't worry."

On the way back, Liu Biao didn't mention Feng Jiashu again, but focused on talking to her about the present and the past, as if he couldn't get enough of talking to her.

Before they knew it, the car slowly drove onto the school path and stopped in front of the supermarket. He Qiaoyun said goodbye to him, "I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Liu Biao smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll definitely let you treat me next time."

After saying that, He Qiaoyun got out of the car, stood at the entrance of the small supermarket, and waved to him, "Drive safely."

Despite his reluctance, Liu Biao replied, "I'm leaving."

Watching the car drive away, she turned back into the shop and saw two employees craning their necks to look outside. She waved her hand and said, "What are you looking at?"

They both pulled their necks back and shook their heads. "No."

He Qiaoyun chuckled and turned to go back to the warehouse to check the accounts.

After finishing the accounts and coming out, I ran into students going to school in the afternoon. They came in in droves, making a mess, and then left in droves.

After dealing with the students and tidying up the shelves, He Qiaoyun finished at three o'clock in the afternoon. She was thirsty, so she took a bottle of water, sat down to rest, and looked at her phone.

At 2 PM, Feng Jiashu sent her a message: "[Qiaoyun, the Sichuan food today was delicious. I hope we can go eat together again next time.]"

He Qiaoyun recalled how Feng Jiashu had downed half a pot of lemon tea by himself during dinner, and instantly chuckled. She mischievously replied, "Yeah, I think it tastes pretty good too. I want more!"

Upon receiving the message, Feng Jiashu felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of those lethal doses of chili peppers, but since he had already sent the polite message, he forced a reply: "Well, when are you free? I'll treat you."

He Qiaoyun cracked her knuckles and replied, "I don't know yet."

Feng Jiashu: [But I see you and Liu Biao have plenty of time, why is it always me who doesn't have time?]

His words were dripping with jealousy.

He Qiaoyun's smile froze instantly. After a long while, she decided to explain: "Yesterday, my daughter went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to process her divorce. Her son-in-law wasn't very cooperative, but Liu Biao helped out a little, which allowed my daughter to get divorced smoothly. So, I was planning to treat him to dinner today to express my gratitude."

Upon seeing this explanation, Feng Jiashu's depressed mood dissipated. He replied: "I see. Congratulations to your daughter on escaping her suffering."

He Qiaoyun: [Yes, this matter is finally settled, and she can finally sleep peacefully.]