Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1636

The following day, Huang Yimei arrived at the design institute in Huang Zhenhua's old Jetta.

"Morning."

Good morning, Rose.

"Little Huang is here."

Several colleagues who arrived earlier greeted her, and Huang Yimei responded to each of them. She walked to her workstation, put down her bag, and took out a water cup from her drawer to get some water.

Before I could even sit down properly, the glass door was pushed open again.

Everyone's eyes instinctively glanced at the doorway, and then froze.

The person who came in was Zhou Shihui.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt with the collar turned up high, a black baseball cap pulled low over his head, and a blue medical mask covering his face. He was completely covered up except for his eyes.

Huang Yimei's hand, holding the water glass, froze in mid-air as she watched Zhou Shihui walk quickly toward his workstation with his head down, a bad feeling welling up inside her.

Zhou Shihui's workstation was in the row by the window, and he had to cross the middle aisle to get there. At that moment, his colleagues on both sides of the aisle had all focused their attention on him, as if they were looking at a rare new animal in a zoo.

Yuanzheng was the first to lose his composure.

He was a well-known gossip in the design institute. He wore black-rimmed glasses and usually looked very polite, but he was always the first to rush over whenever there was any gossip.

At that moment, he put down the mug in his hand, grinned, and leaned half his body out from his workstation, blocking Zhou Shihui's way.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Yuan Zheng looked Zhou Shihui up and down and teased, "Were you too passionate last night? Did Guan Zhizhi give you a hickey?"

Zhou Shihui paused, said nothing, and walked around him, intending to continue forward.

But Yuan Zheng clearly wasn't going to let him off so easily. He stepped aside and blocked Zhou Shihui's path again, reaching out to take off his hat: "Come on, don't be shy, let everyone see your Zhizhi's cooking skills—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Shihui suddenly raised his hand and shoved Yuan Zheng hard.

Caught off guard, Yuan Zheng stumbled a couple of steps when he was pushed, his lower back hitting the edge of the desk, causing him to hiss in pain. He instinctively reached out to grab something to steady himself, but by sheer bad luck, he grabbed the brim of Zhou Shihui's baseball cap.

The hat was pulled off.

The entire office fell silent.

Then came a series of gasps.

Zhou Shihui's face was covered with several crisscrossing scratches, running from his forehead to his chin. The longest scratch was on his left cheek, extending from his cheekbone all the way to his earlobe, and it was covered with a thin scab. There were two more scratches below his right eye, and several deeper ones on his neck. Although they were mostly hidden by his collar, the edges of the scratches were still visible and red.

The discussion erupted like a boiling pot.

"This...this was scratched, wasn't it?"

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Guan Zhizhi, who looks so gentle and weak, would be so ruthless when she gets into a fight."

"That shouldn't be the case. I've met Guan Zhizhi a few times, and she seems like a very reasonable person. How could she be so ruthless when she strikes?"

"Hiss—how much force must it have taken to scratch like that?"

"Could it be that Teacher Zhou did something to wrong Guan Zhizhi?"

The last sentence was like a needle, piercing precisely into the midst of the noise.

Huang Yimei unconsciously tightened her grip on the water glass.

Zhou Shihui hurriedly snatched the hat back from Yuan Zheng's hand and put it back on his head, pulling the brim down even lower, as if he wanted to cover his entire face. He lowered his head, his ears were red, and he looked like a mouse cornered against a wall, exuding a guilty conscience.

Suddenly, Huang Yimei recalled what Qin Hao had said at the restaurant yesterday. At the time, she thought Qin Hao was just talking nonsense.

But looking at Zhou Shihui's appearance now.

"Could it be that guy's prediction really came true?"

He then shook his head, internally rebuking himself: Impossible. Teacher Zhou and Guan Zhizhi have been together for seven years, and their wedding room is already furnished. How could they just break up like that? I must be overthinking it. Those scratches might be for some other reason...

Just then, footsteps came from upstairs.

Huang Zhenhua, carrying a teacup, came down from the second floor. Hearing the commotion downstairs, he frowned. Before he even reached the first floor, the noise arrived first.

"What are you all doing? Aren't you all just killing time? The client requested all those drawings today—"

Halfway through his sentence, Huang Zhenhua's gaze fell on Zhou Shihui.

He was stunned.

Although Zhou Shihui had put his hat back on, the commotion had left it askew on his head, and his mask hadn't completely covered his face, revealing several clear scratches on the exposed side.

Huang Zhenhua's brows furrowed even more. He glanced around, quickly cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice, "Alright, alright, stop looking and go back to work. Do you still want your bonus this month?"

Everyone then looked away and pretended to be busy.

Huang Zhenhua walked up to Zhou Shihui and lowered his voice: "Old Zhou, come with me for a moment."

Without waiting for Zhou Shihui's response, he turned and walked upstairs.

Zhou Shihui hesitated for two seconds, but finally lowered his head and followed Huang Zhenhua upstairs.

Once the two figures disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the atmosphere in the office came alive again.

"Do you think it's possible that Teacher Zhou was cheating on his wife and Guan Zhizhi caught him, which is why she hit him?"

"Really?" someone expressed doubt: "Teacher Zhou seems like such an honest and simple person, how could he do such a thing?"

"Hmph." The female colleague sneered, picked up her teacup, took a sip of water, and gave her an expression that said, "You young people are still too naive." "Some people may seem honest, but they might have more tricks up their sleeves than you do."

"That's true. As the saying goes, a barking dog doesn't bite."

The heads of the group moved closer and closer together, their voices growing softer and softer.

Huang Yimei sat at her workstation, listening to the discussions around her, and the premonition in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She wasn't worried about losing to Qin Hao.

What's troubling her is that a man almost ten years older than her, who has a fiancée and is about to get married, might break up with his fiancée of seven years because of her.

what is this?

The more she thought about it, the more awkward she felt.

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At the same time, the door to the second-floor office closed.

Huang Zhenhua put his teacup on the desk, looked at the man in front of him with his head down, and sighed.

"sit down."

Zhou Shihui did not move.

Huang Zhenhua didn't insist. He sat down first, opened a drawer, rummaged through it, and found an unopened pack of cigarettes. He didn't smoke often, but he always kept a pack in his office. Sometimes he would offer cigarettes to clients, and sometimes he would have one when he felt sleepy in a meeting.

He opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Zhou Shihui: "Want one?"

Zhou Shihui shook his head.

Huang Zhenhua didn't force him. He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Through the smoke, he looked at Zhou Shihui's face, which was mostly covered by a hat, and felt a mix of emotions.

He'd known Zhou Shihui for almost ten years. Zhou Shihui was a seasoned designer, quick and efficient at drawing blueprints, and a reliable worker. Over the years, they'd spent countless nights together, working on numerous projects. Though they were boss and subordinate, they were more like friends.

He had seen the whole story of Zhou Shihui and Guan Zhizhi from beginning to end.

Seven years ago, Guan Zhizhi was a recent graduate who met Zhou Shihui through a friend's introduction. They dated for seven years and their relationship was always good. At the end of last year, Zhou Shihui said he wanted to buy a house to get married, and he even accompanied her to look at several properties.

When decorating their wedding room, Guan Zhizhi went to the building materials market every day. Sometimes she would even bring a lunchbox to the design institute to deliver food to Zhou Shihui. She smiled at everyone she met and spoke in a gentle and soft voice. Everyone who saw her said that Zhou Shihui was a lucky man.

His intuition told him that something was going on, and something big at that.

Huang Zhenhua flicked his cigarette ash into the ashtray and asked, "Tell me, what happened?"

Zhou Shihui stood in front of his desk, his hands hanging at his sides, his fingers unconsciously gripping the seam of his pants. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

"What's there to hide from me?" Huang Zhenhua's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "Tell me, how did you offend Guan Zhizhi? That girl usually seems to have a good temper, so why did she scratch you like this?"

Zhou Shihui's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I...I broke up with Guan Zhizhi."

Huang Zhenhua's hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled, spilling a few drops of tea onto the table.

His eyes widened, thinking he had misheard: "No, what did you say?"

“I…” Zhou Shihui’s voice was even lower: “I broke up with Guan Zhizhi.”

"Why?" Huang Zhenhua slammed his teacup on the table and stood up from his chair. "You and Guan Zhizhi have been together for so many years, and you were about to get married. The wedding room was all decorated, and now you're telling me you want to break up? There has to be a reason why you're breaking up, right?"

Zhou Shihui remained silent.

Huang Zhenhua grew anxious, walked around to face Zhou Shihui, and stared at him: "Tell me! What exactly happened? Did you bring it up or did she?"

“It has nothing to do with Guan Zhizhi.” Zhou Shihui’s voice was muffled, as if it were being squeezed out from his throat: “It was me…it was me who suggested it.”

Huang Zhenhua opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

It took him a while to speak again.

"You, Zhou Shihui! I thought you were the one being bullied! I never expected that you, who looked so honest and simple, would also be up to something!"

Zhou Shihui's face turned bright red, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to explain but didn't know how to start.

"No, who is it?" Huang Zhenhua pressed. "Does she know you have a fiancée?"

Before Zhou Shihui could answer, a commotion suddenly broke out downstairs.

Huang Zhenhua's expression changed.

He strode to the window, glanced downstairs, then abruptly turned around, flung open the office door, and yelled down, "What are you doing? Don't you act like you're in a work environment?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the scene downstairs, and the rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Guan Zhizhi stood in the middle of the lobby on the first floor of the design institute.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and dark trousers today, her hair was down, and her eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.

She stood there, her chest heaving, her gaze sweeping over everyone present like a knife.

"Where is Zhou Shihui?" Her voice was hoarse but loud: "Tell him to come out here!"

Huang Zhenhua rushed downstairs in three strides and stopped in front of her: "Guan Zhizhi, what are you doing? Talk it out, don't cause trouble here, it's not a good influence."

"Bad influence?" Guan Zhizhi sneered, her smile tinged with bitterness. "We're about to get married, and he's going to abandon me. Hasn't he thought about the bad influence?"

The office fell silent after those words were spoken.

Everyone looked at each other, their gazes invariably drifting towards the second floor—Zhou Shihui was still standing in Huang Zhenhua's office, not daring to come down.

Huang Zhenhua tried to pull Guan Zhizhi towards the office: "Guan Zhizhi, listen to me, let's talk about this in the office, sit down and discuss it slowly—"

“There’s no need.” Guan Zhizhi shook off his hand, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t raise her hand to wipe them away, letting the tears stream down her cheeks: “Last night I tried everything to talk to him, begged him, scolded him, hit him, but he just wouldn’t tell me who he was.”

She turned to look at everyone present, her voice rising a few decibels: "As you all know, Zhou Shihui and I have been together for seven years. Seven years! I waited from 22 to 29, giving him the best seven years of my life!"

“We were getting married so soon, the wedding room was decorated, the invitations were sent out, the hotel was booked, and all my parents’ relatives had been notified—” Her voice began to tremble: “But then he said he wanted to break up with me.”

"I said okay, we can break up, but you have to tell me why, right?"

He said he had fallen for someone else.

"I said okay, but at least let me see that person, let me know where I went wrong, and who I lost to."

"Tell me, is my request excessive?!"

Every word was spoken with resounding force.

The colleagues at the design institute looked at each other, and several of them nodded subconsciously.

"Not at all, not at all."

"We've been together for seven years, I want to die knowing why."

"Zhou Shihui is such a scoundrel."

"That's right, this is so unfair."

Several female colleagues were indignant and wished they could rush up and drag Zhou Shihui out right now.

Huang Yimei sat at her workstation, listening to Guan Zhizhi's sobs, feeling as if her heart was being squeezed tighter and tighter.

Just as she hesitated whether to take the opportunity to slip away, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind her, tinged with a teasing laugh—

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet; no reneging is allowed."

Huang Yimei was so startled that she almost jumped off her chair.

She turned around abruptly and saw Qin Hao standing behind her at some point, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

"You—" Huang Yimei lowered her voice, "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived," Qin Hao said matter-of-factly. "I came in and saw this good show. Tsk tsk, it's more exciting than any TV drama."

Huang Yimei was too lazy to argue with him and turned her head to continue looking at the center of the hall.

Guan Zhizhi is still there, and Huang Zhenhua is trying to comfort her, but with little effect.

Just then, footsteps came from upstairs.

Zhou Shihui came down from the second floor.

His hat and mask were gone, leaving the scratches clearly visible to everyone. He walked down the stairs with his head down, each step feeling like he was stepping on a knife's edge.

The moment Guan Zhizhi saw him, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes—heartache, anger, disappointment, and a kind of almost desperate weariness.

She rushed over and grabbed Zhou Shihui's arm: "Zhou Shihui! Explain yourself in front of so many people today! Tell me who it is, and I'll agree to break up with you! Otherwise, I'm not done with you!"

Zhou Shihui stumbled slightly as she pulled him, but he kept his head down and remained silent.

"Are you going to talk or not?!" Guan Zhizhi's voice became shrill, and she raised her hand to hit him again.

Huang Zhenhua quickly stepped between the two, stopping Guan Zhizhi: "Zhizhi, Zhizhi, let's talk this out, don't fight—"

Yuan Zheng quickly ran over to help break up the fight: "Yes, yes, yes, let's talk things out, don't fight, grandma—"

Two men stood in front of Guan Zhizhi, trying to persuade her with smiles. But Guan Zhizhi was really anxious, and her strength was astonishing. Several times she almost broke free from their obstruction and rushed in front of Zhou Shihui.

Huang Zhenhua and Yuan Zheng, being men, couldn't afford to have too much physical contact with Guan Zhizhi, so they could only restrain her with their arms, not daring to use force. Seeing that Guan Zhizhi's struggles were becoming increasingly intense, and that the situation was about to completely spiral out of control, Huang Zhenhua, in a moment of panic, shouted to Huang Yimei—

"Rose! Stop watching! Come and help!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Guan Zhizhi suddenly stopped.

She turned her head sharply, her gaze fixed on Huang Zhenhua's face: "Rose?"

Huang Zhenhua was taken aback by her sudden change: "Yes, my sister, what's wrong?"

"Rose is a person?" Guan Zhizhi's eyes sharpened.

"Yes, that's my younger sister, Huang Yimei." Huang Zhenhua, still not quite understanding, continued to explain, "Her nickname is Rose—"

Before she could finish speaking, Guan Zhizhi had already locked onto Huang Yimei, following the direction of Huang Zhenhua's gaze.

Her gaze lingered on Huang Yimei's face for two seconds before slowly turning to Zhou Shihui.

"Rose...it was her?" Guan Zhizhi's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself.

She suddenly smiled.

It's the kind of laugh that sends chills down your spine.

She walked towards Huang Yimei step by step. Huang Zhenhua subconsciously tried to stop her, but she pushed him away.

"When did you come to the design institute?" Guan Zhizhi walked up to Huang Yimei and looked her up and down. "I've never seen you before."

Huang Yimei didn't feel she had done anything wrong and answered frankly, "I came to intern a month ago."

“Intern.” Guan Zhizhi repeated the word, then turned and glanced at Zhou Shihui: “She’s only been here for a little over a month, and you’re already dreaming about her every night?”

These words were like a bomb, exploding loudly in the quiet office.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, the whole office erupted in chaos.

"What?! Teacher Zhou dreams of calling Huang Yimei's name every day?!"

"No way? Xiao Zhou is breaking up with his fiancée because of Director Huang's sister?"

“When she came, I said, this girl is too beautiful, there will definitely be problems in the future.”

"No wonder he broke up with Rosamund Kwan, it turns out he had his eye on someone younger and prettier."

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that."

Huang Zhenhua was completely dumbfounded. He stared wide-eyed at Zhou Shihui, then at Guan Zhizhi, then at his own sister, his mind seemingly blocked by something, unable to process what was happening for a long time.

"No, how could Lao Zhou possibly like my sister..." He stammered, trying to explain, "Are you all misunderstanding something? Lao Zhou, say something, Lao Zhou!"

Zhou Shihui stood there like a turtle stripped of its shell, wishing he could bury his head in his chest, not daring to utter a sound.

Guan Zhizhi looked at his pathetic state and sneered, "Why is it impossible? He already admitted it."

Then she turned her head, her gaze fixed on Huang Yimei: "You're Rose? You are indeed very beautiful. But you're so beautiful and young, why did you steal my fiancé? What did I do to offend you?"

These words were like a knife, stabbing straight at Huang Yimei.

Huang Yimei could feel everyone's eyes on her, eyes that held scrutiny, curiosity, disdain, and even a hint of schadenfreude.

"That young lady, always dressed up so extravagantly, she's bound to attract a lot of attention," one of the female colleagues muttered.

"Who says otherwise? Girls should be more dignified."

"Look at her eyes, she's definitely not someone to be trifled with."

The sounds grew louder and more piercing.

Just then, a figure blocked her way.

“Miss Guan, your words are a bit like finding fault where none exists.” Qin Hao’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word was clear and forceful: “Perhaps Zhou Shihui does like her, but is that her fault? Just because she’s pretty, does that mean she should be labeled a vixen? Is that fair?”

Looking at Qin Hao standing in front of his sister, Huang Zhenhua felt a surge of complex emotions. In this whole affair, he was both Huang Yimei's brother and Zhou Shihui's superior; it was he who had asked Zhou Shihui to take care of his sister in the first place. Now that this had happened, if he spoke up for Huang Yimei, people would inevitably think he was siding with his family and ignoring the truth.

"This kid is actually quite useful in a crucial moment..." Huang Zhenhua looked at Qin Hao's back and suddenly felt that the kid wasn't so bad after all.

Guan Zhizhi looked coldly at Qin Hao: "And who are you? What business is it of yours?"

"I'm Huang Yimei's boyfriend," Qin Hao said matter-of-factly. "So, do you think it's any of my business?"

In the past, Huang Zhenhua would have definitely reprimanded Qin Hao sternly and made a firm clarification, but in the current situation, he wished he could give Qin Hao an official endorsement!

"Yes, yes, yes!" Huang Zhenhua quickly chimed in, "Guan Zhizhi, you heard it all. My sister has a boyfriend, and he's the son of our client's big boss. This really has nothing to do with her!"

Guan Zhizhi's gaze swept over Qin Hao several times, then looked at Huang Zhenhua, and finally landed on Zhou Shihui.

She suddenly smiled.

It's the kind of laughter that comes from being angry.

She walked up to Zhou Shihui, stared into his eyes, and said, word by word, "Did you hear that? She has a boyfriend who is taller, more handsome, younger, and richer than you. How could she possibly be interested in you?"

"So, you still want to break up with me?"

Zhou Shihui's lips trembled a few times, and then he said something that no one expected—

They are not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Huang Zhenhua was so angry he almost vomited blood on the spot.

If he could, he would love to tear Zhou Shihui's mouth apart right now.

Guan Zhizhi's eyes instantly sharpened.

She abruptly turned to look at Qin Hao, her gaze piercing as if she could see right through him: "You lied to me?"

Qin Hao turned around, leaned close to Huang Yimei's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "It's time to show off your acting skills again."

Huang Yimei's heart skipped a beat.

She looked up at Qin Hao and saw the serious look in his eyes, and suddenly understood what he meant.

In the past, she would never have cooperated.

But this time, under the watchful eyes of everyone, amidst their discussions and pointing fingers, the moment Qin Hao stepped forward to shield her, a feeling she had never experienced before welled up within her.

The feeling was complex, like a sense of security from being protected, and also like a kind of inexplicable trust.

So, under everyone's gaze, Huang Yimei reached out, hooked her arm around Qin Hao's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Qin Hao was taken aback.

His original plan was just to go through the motions, to give her a light, fleeting kiss; he thought Huang Yimei would only go that far in her acting.

So he never expected that Huang Yimei would take the initiative to kiss him.

The entire design institute fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as a handsome man and a beautiful woman kissed in the office, a scene so beautiful it looked like a painting.

Guan Zhizhi's expression changed from shock to relief.

Zhou Shihui's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he swayed, almost losing his balance.

As he watched Huang Yimei take the initiative to kiss Qin Hao, the light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a near-collapse-like despair.

"Impossible..." he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded down: "Impossible... Rose, how could you possibly like that playboy... him..."

"None of your business!" Huang Zhenhua finally couldn't hold back anymore. He kicked Zhou Shihui in the buttocks with such force that Zhou Shihui fell to the ground.

"Even a playboy has more responsibility than you!" Huang Zhenhua pointed at Zhou Shihui on the ground, his face flushed with anger. "If you dare to harass my sister again, I'll break your legs!"

Zhou Shihui lay on the ground, completely motionless, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Guan Zhizhi subconsciously bent down, wanting to help him.

Halfway through reaching out, Qin Hao's voice came from behind.

"Miss Guan."

Guan Zhizhi paused for a moment.

"With your looks and qualifications, it's not like you can't get married," Qin Hao said calmly, as if he were discussing something perfectly ordinary. "Excuse my bluntness, but the fact that he abandoned you for someone he'd only known for a month shows he had no feelings for you whatsoever. Do you really intend to spend the rest of your life with such a fickle and heartless person?"

Guan Zhizhi slowly straightened up from her bent-over position.

She looked down at Zhou Shihui, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state. Her emotions surged several times as she looked at him, but eventually calmed down.

Then, she took a deep breath.

“Zhou Shihui,” she said, her voice calm. “Seven years. Even a wolf can be tamed by now.”

Her eyes welled up with tears again, but this time she didn't cry.

"This handsome guy is right, you're a heartless beast."

After saying that, she straightened her back even more, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.

"I'm not going through with this marriage. Remember, I'm the one who dumped you."

Then she turned around and strode toward the door.

As she reached the door, she paused, didn't turn around, and only said one sentence—

"I'll have someone move your belongings out of the bridal chamber tomorrow. You'd better watch yourself."

The glass door was pushed open, and the morning sunlight poured in, casting Guan Zhizhi's shadow long and thin.

Then the door closed, and everything fell silent.

The office was completely silent.

Huang Yimei slowly released her grip on Qin Hao's neck and took a half-step back. A faint blush appeared on her face, but it quickly returned to normal.

She glanced at Zhou Shihui on the ground, then at Qin Hao, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Qin Hao smiled and said softly, "Not bad kissing skills."

Huang Yimei glared at him: "Shut up."

Huang Zhenhua stood aside, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He looked at Zhou Shihui on the ground, then at Qin Hao and Huang Yimei, and finally sighed. He walked up to Zhou Shihui, bent down, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Alright, get up, stop embarrassing yourself here."

Zhou Shihui was pulled up by him, and he looked like he had lost his soul, staring blankly ahead.

Huang Zhenhua patted the dust off his clothes and said in a low voice, "Go to my office and wait until you get off work. I'll give you two days off. Go back and think it over carefully."

Zhou Shihui did not respond.

Huang Zhenhua sighed and pulled him upstairs.

After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao looked at Huang Yimei with a smile on his face, seemingly saying something.

Huang Zhenhua couldn't quite describe his feelings, but at least for this moment, he wasn't as disgusted with Qin Hao anymore.

The people in the office were still whispering, but their voices had quieted down considerably.

Standing beside Huang Yimei, Qin Hao looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and suddenly smiled, "Speaking of which, shouldn't I thank Zhou Shihui?"

Huang Yimei raised an eyebrow: "Thank him for what?"

"I thank him for giving me a chance to be a hero and save the day," Qin Hao said matter-of-factly. "If it weren't for him pulling this stunt, how would I have had the opportunity to impress your brother?"

Huang Yimei rolled her eyes at him: "Stop being so cheeky."

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting golden dappled patterns on the floor. (End of Chapter)