Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Wow!

Damn it!

It felt like ten thousand alpacas had just galloped through his heart, yet Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t utter a single word.

Innocent boys sure love to play dangerously...

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Qin Jianhe held him tightly, lowering his head to kiss him fiercely.

Finally catching his breath, Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly said, "We need to board soon."

"Mm," Qin Jianhe replied, adding, "We still have a few minutes."

"Mr. Qin sure knows how to play," the more innocent he found Qin Jianhe, the more Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t resist teasing him, "If we had enough time, would Mr. Qin want to try it here?"

Hearing this, Qin Jianhe didn’t speak, but the arm around Ye Zhiqiu’s waist tightened, almost cutting off his breath.

Soon, Qin Jianhe lowered his head again.

This time, however, he kissed not Ye Zhiqiu’s lips, but his eyes that held a playful smile.

His lips were hot yet gentle, devoid of any aggression.

"Hmm." Ye Zhiqiu lowered his voice, finding it amusing to tease him.

With closed eyes and a smile, he called out, "Qin Jianhe."

"Mm?" Qin Jianhe responded softly, looking at him intently.

"Your kissing skills seem to have improved," Ye Zhiqiu said with a half-smile, "Have you been practicing with someone these past two days?"

"Nonsense." Hearing this, Qin Jianhe chuckled softly, tapping Ye Zhiqiu’s forehead lightly.

"A punishment," he said.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and wrinkled his nose, about to speak when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Thinking it was Gao Yang or Wang Ru urging him, he pulled out his phone only to find it was Qi Xin.

Qi Xin had insisted on sending him off earlier, but Ye Zhiqiu hadn’t agreed.

Later, upon learning that Ye Zheng was coming, Qi Xin reluctantly gave up.

Now, he wondered if Qi Xin was calling about the email with the design sketches or to check on his travel plans.

Seeing Qi Xin’s name on the screen, Qin Jianhe’s gaze turned cold: "Why does he talk so much?"

And he seemed to particularly enjoy talking to Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu laughed and hung up the call directly.

Qin Jianhe didn’t say much; even after all that teasing, he only said "Nonsense."

If it had been Qi Xin, he probably would have chased after him demanding explanations.

Thinking about this, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly laughed.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he was about to speak when a commotion outside indicated someone had entered.

Before he could react, he was lifted by the chin, and a scorching kiss returned to his lips, accompanied by a slight, tingling bite.

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

Their breaths were hot and entangled in the confined space.

Fortunately, it seemed to be a couple with a child who had spilled something on their clothes. They were soothing the child while cleaning them up, so no one noticed anything amiss with their stall.

Ye Zhiqiu was pressed against the door, tilting his head back until his lips and tongue went numb, finally hearing the family leave.

Qin Jianhe released him, lowering his head to touch foreheads.

Their breaths were rapid and disordered, intertwining without any rhythm.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his hazy eyes, meeting the man’s deep, narrow gaze.

Those eyes were so intense, focused solely on him.

Involuntarily, Ye Zhiqiu’s heart skipped a beat.

"Hey." He instinctively leaned back, nearly hitting his head on the door.

Luckily, Qin Jianhe caught him quickly, placing a hand behind his head.

Pressed into the palm, Ye Zhiqiu was once again pulled into his embrace.

"Qin Jianhe," Ye Zhiqiu said, "Even if your desires are strong, there should be limits. You can’t keep doing this..."

Under Qin Jianhe’s gaze, he paused for a moment before continuing slowly.

"You’re acting as if we’re dating," his voice was soft, "Qin Jianhe, don’t overstep the boundaries."

The phone rang again, and this time it was really Gao Yang.

"There's less than ten minutes left," Gao Yang asked over the phone, "Boss, when are you coming back?"

Ye Zhiqiu cleared his throat and didn't look at Qin Jianhe anymore. "Right away."

In fact, there were still a few more minutes to linger a bit longer.

If Qin Jianhe wasn't so passionate.

The way he looked at him so intently, as if a fiercely suppressed flame was burning under the dark sea, was particularly scorching and unsettling.

It made Ye Zhiqiu involuntarily think of how he had deliberately sent him a screenshot of that statement yesterday.

At the time, he felt something was slightly off, but now he suddenly realized it seemed like...

It seemed like he was reporting to him, informing him.

Ye Zhiqiu pursed his lips and was about to turn around when his wrist was gripped again.

Qin Jianhe lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes hiding the light in them, making it impossible for Ye Zhiqiu to read his expression.

"Just a moment." He said, his voice still steady, only slightly hoarse with emotion.

Ye Zhiqiu was afraid Qin Jianhe would explain something and tried to shake off his arm, but Qin Jianhe let go first.

He raised his hand to straighten his collar and jacket, as well as the slightly disheveled hair, before speaking again once everything was in place. "Done."

"Then I'm leaving." Ye Zhiqiu looked up.

"Mm." Qin Jianhe nodded at him and walked out with him. "Going to Hong Kong, I promised to bring you a gift."

"Huh?" Ye Zhiqiu remembered; Qin Jianhe had indeed mentioned bringing him a gift.

"You actually did?" He stopped, curious.

"Mm." Qin Jianhe smiled.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him.

Qin Jianhe wore a beige casual windbreaker, underneath which was a light blue cashmere sweater and a pair of black jeans.

Very casual and natural.

There didn't seem to be any place to hide a gift.

Seeming to notice his confusion, a hint of amusement appeared in Qin Jianhe's eyes.

"Come on." He said, reaching out to grip his wrist.

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

Although due to time constraints, most colleagues wouldn't appear nearby, he still nervously glanced around.

Soon, they walked out of the narrow corridor leading from the airport to the restroom, where Qin Jianhe's driver, Uncle Li, was waiting around the corner.

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

Uncle Li held a handbag, which Ye Zhiqiu recognized because it had the airport supermarket logo.

Seeing them come out, Uncle Li hurried over and respectfully handed the bag to Qin Jianhe.

"For you." Qin Jianhe said.

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

"But..." He lowered his eyes.

He wanted to say, "You said you'd bring me a gift from Hong Kong, but you just got something casually from the airport?"

But when he took the box, he found there was a more exquisite package inside.

Besides that, there were several small iron boxes of chocolates he had eaten in Qin Jianhe's office before.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly realized that Qin Jianhe hadn't been careless.

On the contrary, he had thought very carefully.

Otherwise, if he came empty-handed and returned with a gift, it might arouse curiosity and speculation.

Especially since everyone was together, and Zhou Lang and Lin Qunsheng were also present...

But returning with an airport bag was different.

People would merely assume he had stopped by the airport supermarket, without further speculation.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up at Qin Jianhe, feeling a sudden warmth in his heart.

"What's inside?" He asked softly.

"See for yourself when you get home." Qin Jianhe said.

Time was short, and Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

"Then I'm leaving." He said.

"Go ahead." Qin Jianhe said.

He took a few steps and then called out, "Ye Zhiqiu."

"Hmm?" Ye Zhiqiu turned back.

"Be careful," Qin Jianhe's voice was still very calm. "Safety comes first in everything."

Ye Zhiqiu paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"I know." He smiled.

As Ye Zhiqiu walked away, Uncle Li stepped forward and said to Qin Jianhe, "The morning meeting time has passed. Zhou Mishi postponed it by half an hour."

Qin Jianhe nodded slightly and glanced at the time.

Then, he looked again in the direction where Ye Zhiqiu had disappeared, but the airport was bustling with people, and Ye Zhiqiu was already out of sight.

"Let's go." Qin Jianhe finally said.

When Ye Zhiqiu returned, the timing was just right. Meng Da had just verified the headcount and was instructing the assistant about the next flight for the models.

Meng Da's top assistant also surnamed Meng, was very meticulous and capable.

This time, he would stay at the airport as the leader of the model team.

Most of the models Q.L used were regulars.

Some were supermodels, while others were well-known domestically.

Many of these had shows for multiple brands and had already left early to prepare.

There were also some who were newcomers or substitutes.

These individuals were well-suited for the outfits and either had fewer appearances or stepped in when other models had emergencies.

They all cherished this opportunity and would receive professional guidance and training from Q.L before the show, with Q.L staff handling their travel arrangements.

Xiao Meng was leading this group of models, including Zhou Hui and Wei Tingjin.

"Xiao Ye is back," Meng Da waved the boarding pass when he saw Ye Zhiqiu return. "Just in time for boarding."

"Teacher Xiao Ye," Wang Ru noticed the handbag in Ye Zhiqiu's hand and leaned forward slightly. "Can I carry that for you?"

"No need," Ye Zhiqiu smiled. "I can manage myself."

Gao Yang also smiled, "I see, Teacher Xiao Ye went shopping."

"Yes," Ye Zhiqiu smiled, pulling his suitcase. "I bought some chocolates. I'll share them later."

Zhou Lang's team was just ahead of them. Hearing this, he sneered and said to the person beside him, "I told you Teacher Xiao Ye is still a kid, didn't believe me."

Over the years, Zhou Lang had been a heavyweight veteran at Q.L.

This year's setback was his first.

Especially since it came from Ye Zhiqiu, who hadn't even graduated yet.

Most knew this wouldn't be easily forgotten.

Hearing this, the few people around Zhou Lang laughed, except Sun Chaoyang.

Seeing this, Gao Yang and Wang Ru immediately frowned.

"Young stars are more popular these days," Gao Yang muttered under his breath.

In response, someone from Zhou Lang's side retorted, "What's the point of young meat? It's the seasoned actors who matter."

"You mentioned seasoned actors, but they have to be seasoned first," Wang Ru laughed. "Our Teacher Xiao Ye may be young, but he has already achieved great success. Some, despite being old, aren't seasoned actors, which is a bit awkward."

Wang Ru wasn't unbothered, but Zhou Lang was relying on his seniority, and his group was much larger.

If she and Gao Yang didn't stand up for Ye Zhiqiu now, others might follow suit in bullying him.

Honestly, in all her years at Q.L and in the industry, Zhou Lang had never been publicly humiliated by a junior assistant like this.

But as a senior, and being much older, publicly bullying a junior wouldn't do his image any good.

Hearing this, he forced a smile, "You're Wang Ru, right?"

Wang Ru: "..."

This was blatant intimidation.

However, since she decided to stand with Ye Zhiqiu, she might as well commit fully.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou, I'm just a small fry you could crush with one hand."

Wang Ru's direct challenge drew laughter from other teams.

Someone from Meng Da's team even applauded.

Ye Zhiqiu, however, kept his eyes on his phone screen throughout, seemingly indifferent to the conflict.

"Enough," seeing the team getting riled up, Meng Da felt a headache coming on. "Move forward, move forward."

Amidst the commotion, everyone proceeded through the gate to board the plane.

"Teacher Xiao Ye," Wang Ru quietly turned to ask Ye Zhiqiu, "Why didn't you fight back?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and handed her his phone.

Wang Ru only then realized that Ye Zhiqiu had secretly recorded what just happened.

Zhou Lang, arguing with him verbally might make him uncomfortable, but the most important thing is to hit where it hurts the most.

Wang Ru pursed her lips and couldn't help but laugh.

Giving him a blow at this moment would make him more cautious.

Then, this trip might go more smoothly.

Better than constantly being on edge, guarding against others.

Ye Zhiqiu took the call and lowered his eyes to edit the text.

Just as he wrote two characters, Qi Xin's call came in again.

He frowned slightly but answered after a moment.

"Xiao Qiu."

Hearing Qi Xin's voice, Ye Zhiqiu knew he had received the design drafts.

Even though he tried hard to suppress it, his excitement was evident.

"Mm." Ye Zhiqiu responded indifferently.

But Qi Xin didn't talk about the drafts first; instead, he asked, "Are you about to board now?"

"We're boarding," Ye Zhiqiu said, "if you have something to say, say it quickly."

"Sure, sure," Qi Xin immediately replied, "I just wanted to wish you a smooth journey."

After a pause, he added, "I might be very busy lately, but if I have time, I'll definitely fly over to see your show."

"Do what you need to do," Ye Zhiqiu said without much emotion, "for you, developing the company is more important than anything else."

"Yes," Qi Xin's voice lowered a bit, and after a moment, he said, "Thank you, Xiao Qiu."

He didn't know how to thank Ye Zhiqiu for working so hard on the designs during such a tense time.

Seeing the email timestamp at three in the morning, Qi Xin felt touched and grateful.

On such a cold night, while he was sleeping comfortably in bed, Ye Zhiqiu was still up late working for their future.

Qi Xin felt a twinge of guilt and embarrassment.

"Xiao Qiu," he suddenly said, "I'll treat you well."

There seemed to be a faint chuckle from the other end, and Qi Xin could hear a slight breath but couldn't see the mocking expression on Ye Zhiqiu's face.

Encouraged, he immediately said, "I promise."

The phone beeped, indicating another call coming in. Qi Xin took the phone away from his ear and saw Jiang Nan's name on the screen.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he clicked to hang up.

Somehow, Jiang Nan didn't seem as important to him anymore.

Even though he kept telling himself that Jiang Nan was someone he had admired for years, someone who represented his youth and was different from anyone else.

But he couldn't fool himself.

Every day, he spent less and less time thinking about Jiang Nan.

Before, he used to refresh Jiang Nan's social media feed countless times a day, but now...

Sometimes he wouldn't even check it for two or three days.

And hanging up on Jiang Nan's call like just now was something he had never done before.

Back then, he would secretly watch Jiang Nan, following his every move.

Fantasizing that if Jiang Nan could contact him first, it would be a pleasant surprise.

If that were true, he might have gone crazy with joy.

But now, when Jiang Nan could contact him, he hung up because of Ye Zhiqiu.

Qi Xin kept convincing himself that getting close to Ye Zhiqiu was just a means to eventually be with Jiang Nan.

But these feelings of warmth and tenderness were hard to explain.

Even when Tao Ruoqing asked about his progress with Ye Zhiqiu and offered advice, he felt a subtle resistance.

Tao Ruoqing used to be a benefactor in his life, but now he found her malicious.

For some reason, even this promise seemed heartfelt.

It seemed he was starting to stray.

Qi Xin wasn't sure and dared not think too deeply about it.

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to chuckle again through the phone.

"Okay," he said, "I'm boarding now, good luck."

As usual, this "good luck" carried an order-like tone, but strangely, Qi Xin felt sweet inside.

"You can count on it," he said.

The word "heart" hadn't even left his mouth when the call was hung up on the other end.

Qi Xin: "...heart."

He took the phone away from his ear and looked down at the screen, a smile playing on his lips.

After a moment, he tapped on the missed call notification in the lower-left corner of his phone screen and called Jiang Nan back.

"Sorry," said Qi Xin, "I was on another call with a client just now, so it wasn't convenient to hang up."

"It's fine," Jiang Nan said listlessly.

From being initially shocked that Qi Xin didn't answer his call, he had gradually gotten used to it.

Jiang Nan had also been busy with the exhibition recently, though their brand mostly participated in domestic exhibitions.

Today, he had just interacted with one of Qin's subsidiary brands.

Learning that this might be their last collaboration and finding out the reason from the other party, Jiang Nan began to regret for the first time.

Regretting using Jin Qi to stab VIA in the back to achieve his ultimate goal of severely damaging Ye Zhiqiu.

He hadn't anticipated that such an unexpected move would be so easily neutralized, with Mei Lan Huang Que waiting in the wings after Jin Qi...

Not only did he fail to snipe Ye Zhiqiu, but he inadvertently helped build momentum for VIA and Ye Zhiqiu.

That aside, although there were indeed negative impacts and some stagnation in collaborations, these issues were ultimately resolved with his father's personal intervention.

But now, Qin had torn open this wound first...

If even Qin acted like this, other partners would likely follow suit in the future.

After all this time, the boomerang had come back to hit him.

Moreover, this matter was personally ordered by Qin Jianhe, which was almost a heart-wrenching pain for Jiang Nan.

He wanted to find someone to drink with, and thought of Qi Xin.

Moreover, after much consideration, he planned to give Qi Xin a sweet deal to make him more aligned with him.

After all, their goal regarding Ye Zhiqiu was still the same.

"I've been busy with the exhibition," Jiang Nan said, "there are a few openings in the fashion department. If you're interested, you can bring your Qi Yun along."

"Really?" Qi Xin was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Exhibition spots were highly valuable, and of course, he would want to bring the best.

But the best outfits were designed by Ye Zhiqiu.

Thinking about their past entanglements, Qi Xin was a bit worried that Ye Zhiqiu wouldn't agree.

But regardless, he decided to accept the offer first.

"Of course, I'd be happy to," he said, feeling grateful towards Jiang Nan. "Thank you, Jiang Nan."

After agreeing on a meeting place for the evening, Qi Xin immediately redialed Ye Zhiqiu as soon as he hung up.

Unfortunately, Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer.

The plane was about to take off. Ye Zhiqiu edited his post and clicked send.

Following the announcement, he switched his phone to flight mode.

After flying for twelve or thirteen hours, having not slept well the night before, Ye Zhiqiu caught up on sleep on the plane with an eye mask.

When he opened his eyes again, the plane was beginning to land.

It was early morning in New York, and the hall was bustling with people. Many colleagues who had just landed were resting, eating nearby, or waiting for their rides.

As they met, greetings echoed throughout the hall.

At this moment, it was clear who had seniority and who did not.

Many people greeted Meng Da and Zhou Lang, while hardly anyone approached Ye Zhiqiu.

A few curious individuals asked Meng Da where Ye Zhiqiu was, and upon receiving an answer, nodded at him from a distance.

In contrast, Zhou Lang's side was much livelier.

Many of those greeting him were industry leaders, who this time addressed him as a master.

Initially thinking it was a compliment, Zhou Lang was extremely pleased, wearing a smug expression.

Only when they were about to leave the airport hall did someone whisper to Zhou Lang for a moment.

Quickly, Zhou Lang opened his phone and checked Weibo domestically.

Even though several hours had passed, the heat had already died down, but with a quick search, he still found the video from the airport.

In the video, his sneering face and threatening demeanor towards Wang Ru were particularly unappealing.

The video had been shared nearly ten thousand times, and the comments below were especially colorful.

The top comment was an informative one.

"This Zhou Lang, just the other day, threatened the factory not to supply fabric to a more talented designer within the company. The apology statement is still posted on the Q.L official website. Not only does he show no remorse, but he's now threatening a young woman. Is he ashamed? Does he have any sense of decency?"

The second post was a lament from a working professional.

"Damn, bullying is everywhere. Life in society is truly exhausting. Seeing this Zhou guy reminds me of our team leader's obnoxious face."

These two posts resonated with many people.

A large number of people went to the Q.L official website to see for themselves and took screenshots of Zhou Lang's apology statement.

For a moment, the comments section was filled with curses.

"The blogger said he's a big shot, but real big shots are humble. He's just a small person reveling in his newfound power. He should look in the mirror and see how vicious he looks when he speaks. And the people he leads are just as bad—'birds of a feather flock together.'"

"I just found out that the designer he threatened not to supply fabric to is Ye Zhiqiu."

"The one from VIA? The champion of the last fashion competition? Damn, if you can't beat them, destroy them."

"Zhou Lang's designs were actually quite good last year; my mom loved several pieces. I never thought his character would be so low. From now on, I'll make sure my mom buys different brands."

"..."

Zhou Lang's hands shook with anger.

He immediately recognized the person who leaked the information—it was Ye Zhiqiu.

The poster's name was "Your Little Teacher."

At Q.L, everyone was habitually called "Teacher X," except for Ye Zhiqiu, who was known as "Little Ye Teacher."

Zhou Lang's face turned green with rage, wishing he could tear Ye Zhiqiu apart right then.

But considering they were in a public place with many acquaintances around, and there were more pressing matters at hand...

He forced himself to swallow his anger.

Fortunately, this time it was just a domestic scandal, unlike the Q.L official website, which had translation features.

Anyone who entered could see his apology statement.

"Damn!" Zhou Lang cursed, turning to his assistant. "Where's the PR department? The ones left in the country? Are they all dead? How can they let this situation escalate?"

The assistant looked nervous. "Teacher, I'll call them right away."

"What else do you need to do?" Zhou Lang snapped, losing his temper.

Their car arrived, and everyone started loading their luggage. Zhou Lang stood by the car, watching his assistant make the call.

After hanging up, the assistant's expression was odd.

"What's going on?" Zhou Lang asked.

"They said... they contacted the PR department as soon as the issue arose. The PR department didn't say they wouldn't handle it, but..."

"But what?" Zhou Lang wanted to strangle someone.

The assistant's hesitation infuriated him.

Everyone had boarded the car, leaving only the two of them outside. Sun Chaoyang came over to call them, but seeing the scene, he dared not speak.

"They said... Mr. Qin personally said," the assistant whispered, "to leave it alone, don't worry about it."

Zhou Lang was stunned, unsure how this had reached Qin Jianhe.

And what did Qin Jianhe mean by "don't worry about it"?

His heart sank, but he also felt a bit calmer.

"Let's get in the car," he said.

Ye Zhiqiu was sitting in the first row. As Zhou Lang passed by, he deliberately bumped into Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder hard.

However, Ye Zhiqiu seemed unfazed and even smiled at him.

"Teacher Zhou," he said ambiguously, "how are you doing?"

Zhou Lang: "..."

Even angrier.

The car continued on to the hotel booked by Q.L.

Everyone went to their respective rooms according to their room numbers.

The designers were on the same floor, while others were on the floors below. Zhou Lang's room was diagonally across from Ye Zhiqiu's.

Ye Zhiqiu struggled with his bags and luggage, finally reaching his room. Before he could enter, Zhou Lang stopped him.

Zhou Lang's luggage had been brought up by Sun Chaoyang and another assistant, who had already settled in, likely waiting by the door for Ye Zhiqiu.

"Ye Zhiqiu," he didn't even use "Little Ye Teacher" this time, "is this really necessary?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and opened the door, pushing his luggage inside.

"There's nothing to hide," he leaned against the door, smiling calmly at Zhou Lang. "If Teacher Zhou feels this video affects your reputation, perhaps you should reflect on yourself."

"Hmph..." Zhou Lang laughed. "I'm proud, but I have the credentials. I've been with Q.L for over a decade. Even if we ignore my contributions, do you think winning some competition will completely overshadow me?"

"You misunderstand," Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhou Lang with a faint smile. "It's not about me overshadowing you, but you trying to bring me down."

He laughed once. "We’re all thousand-year-old foxes; why pretend it’s *Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio*? Don’t tell me you don’t know that every dispute starts because of you? If you want to accuse me first, fine, I’ll wait for you."

With that, he pushed the door open and slammed it shut.

The sound echoed loudly in the long, quiet corridor, startling Zhou Lang.

He gritted his teeth in anger.

But even if he were to go up and bang on the door now, it would only attract onlookers.

He still had some pride.

After standing at the door for a while, Zhou Lang also slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Although the hotel had excellent soundproofing, Ye Zhiqiu still faintly heard the sound.

He smiled but didn’t care.

Pulling out the elegant box from the handbag, he untied the ribbon, eager to see what kind of gift Qin Jianhe had brought him.

Opening the iron box adorned with waves, he found an old paper box inside. Ye Zhiqiu immediately recognized the logo of a famous shoe brand.

For some reason, his heart suddenly started racing.

Opening the inner box, he saw a brand new pair of sneakers.

The very ones he had seen in Qin Jianhe’s closet, a long-discontinued limited edition pair.

In his size.

Ye Zhiqiu: ...

Shocked, excited, surprised...

A flood of emotions surged through him.

This was not just a new pair of shoes; even the packaging was intact.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t imagine how Qin Jianhe managed to get them.

He carefully took the shoes out and tried them on the hotel carpet. They fit perfectly and felt very comfortable.

Then, he gently took them off, blew away an imaginary speck of dust from the sole, and cherished them as he put them away.

He couldn’t bear to wear them.

Staring at the shoes for a while, he finally picked up his phone and sent a message to Qin Jianhe.

"Yezhiqiu: How did you get the shoes?"

"Yezhiqiu: Thank you, I love them so much."

Having just finished work, Qin Jianhe was tidying up his desk when he saw these messages. He couldn’t help but smile.

That night in Hong Kong, he had specifically visited the largest pawnshop in the city.

No one knew better than these people which clients collected what and what treasures they possessed.

Fortunately, the pawnshop owner immediately called a few regular customers and found someone who had this pair of shoes, collecting every size.

Getting this pair wasn’t easy.

Price wasn’t an issue; the main problem was that without this pair, the collector’s collection wouldn’t be complete anymore.

However, money has its power.

Ultimately, under an amount far exceeding the market price, the owner relented.

Qin Jianhe’s eyes were filled with amusement as he replied.

"Qin Jianhe: It was just a coincidence."

"Qin Jianhe: I’m glad you like them."