Even After My Death

For a moment, Tian Liang was truly intimidated by the cold presence emanating from Qi Xingzhou.

However, when her gaze shifted slightly and landed on the black briefcase beside Qi Xingzhou, she seemed to understand something and smugly said, "You're here to seek investment, aren't you? Spend the night with me, and I'll invest twenty million. How about it?"

This wasn't her first time scouting for prey at a banquet. She had previously encountered many young and handsome men like the one in front of her, all of whom were recent graduates struggling for investment.

Tian Liang knew what they lacked, using investment as bait to entice several to her bed, discarding them when bored.

This time, the twenty million was her most generous offer ever, all due to the other person's good looks.

But this person was clearly a tough nut to crack.

Qi Xingzhou initially didn't understand this person's sudden attempt to chat, but once he comprehended her meaning, his expression immediately turned cold, disgust visible in his eyes: "Get lost."

Seeing that he was unmoved by the investment opportunity, it seemed he hadn't experienced the harsh realities of society and had a backbone.

Tian Liang wasn't angry. Smiling, she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, "Well, if you're not interested, forget it."

Then, she swayed her hips and gracefully left.

Qi Xingzhou furrowed his brows, his face darkening further when he caught a whiff of that sweet, cloying fragrance in the air, and immediately picked up his briefcase and left.

Tian Liang hadn't gone far, secretly observing Qi Xingzhou.

Seeing that he was leaving like this, she blinked and followed him.

Assistant Qin Feng had just come from the bathroom direction, noticed Young Master Qi's hurried departure, and quickly followed: "Mr. Qi, where are you going? Has President Qin arrived?"

He was accompanying Qi Xingzhou to the banquet mainly to sign a contract.

Upon hearing Qin Feng's voice, Qi Xingzhou paused, tossing the briefcase to him: "The contract is already signed."

Qin Feng hurriedly caught the tossed briefcase: "!!!"

That fast!!

"Are we... leaving now?"

Qi Xingzhou's voice was cold: "Let's go."

His good mood vanished completely; he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

Assistant Qin Feng had just come from the bathroom direction, noticed Young Master Qi's hurried departure, and quickly followed: "Second Young Master Qi, where are you going? Has President Qin arrived?"

He was accompanying Qi Xingzhou to the banquet mainly to sign a contract.

Upon hearing Qin Feng's voice, Qi Xingzhou paused, tossing the briefcase to him: "The contract is already signed."

Qin Feng hurriedly caught the tossed briefcase: "!!!"

That fast!!

"Are we... leaving now?"

Qi Xingzhou's voice was cold: "Let's go."

His good mood vanished completely; he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

A step behind, Tian Liang overheard their conversation.

Second Young Master Qi?

She couldn't help contemplating this title.

Then, as if realizing something, Tian Liang's face turned pale.

Everyone in the circle knew Qi Family's secluded Young Master had recently returned to Beijing.

Could it possibly be this person in front of her?

Impossible!

After thirty years of smooth sailing, how could she be so unlucky!

...

Qi Xingzhou hurried forward, Qin Feng following closely behind, and soon they reached the parking lot.

Qin Feng sat in the driver's seat, softly asking where they were going now.

Qi Xingzhou stared at the chat page on his phone screen, mentioning Jiang Ning's address: "Take me to Shuiwan Courtyard, then you can get off work."

It was only half-past nine, he could visit Jiang Ning before heading back.

"Alright." Qin Feng responded happily.

The luxury car smoothly traversed the bustling streets, the scenery on either side retreating rapidly, the city lights twinkling in the night.

Twenty minutes later, Qi Xingzhou stood alone at Jiang Ning's doorstep.

Jiang Ning, having seen the WeChat message and knowing Qi Xingzhou was coming, smilingly opened the door: "Why are you standing at the door instead of coming in? The door lock has your fingerprint password."

Upon seeing Jiang Ning, the aloof and distant aura around Qi Xingzhou vanished instantly. He took a step forward and reached out to wrap Jiang Ning in his arms.

The door hadn't even closed when he eagerly buried his head in Jiang Ning's shoulder, rubbing against it, trying to absorb her scent.

Fortunately, the house Jiang Ning purchased was a standalone unit, and only the owner or family could use the elevator to reach it, so even with the door open, they wouldn't be disturbed.

Jiang Ning lifted her hand to wrap around Qi Xingzhou's waist, returning his embrace, patiently asking, "What's wrong?"

Thinking about the recent minor incident, a hint of disgust flashed in Qi Xingzhou's eyes, his voice muffled: "I don't want to attend such business occasions anymore."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning replied without hesitation, "Tell big brother, and don't go anymore."

She traced the length of Qi Xingzhou's arm, grasping his hand and gently tightening her grip: "I'll take care of you from now on."

Actually, Jiang Ning's words were entirely a joke.

After all, Qi Xingzhou's annual patent royalties amounted to billions, not to mention his share in Qi Corporation and other tech companies.

Qi Xingzhou's annual income greatly surpassed Jiang Ning's.

But it seemed Qi Xingzhou had no concept of his own earnings. Hearing Jiang Ning offer to take care of him, he pressed his lips together but couldn't suppress a smile: "Really?"

"Really." Jiang Ning closed the door and led him inside: "Tomorrow, tell big brother you won't be going to the company anymore."

Qi Xingzhou allowed himself to be led, his steps light: "Alright!"

Upon reaching the living room, Jiang Ning asked whether Qi Xingzhou preferred water or a drink.

She hadn't realized it was a question until asked, Qi Xingzhou suddenly felt somewhat thirsty: "Water, I'll get it myself."

Since they returned to Beijing, Qi Xingzhou visited Jiang Ning every day, actively tidying up and helping organize her things, familiar with every arrangement here.

Jiang Ning nodded: "There's some freeze-dried lemon slices in the fridge, I'll get a couple for you."

Qi Xingzhou sat on the sofa, sipping lemon water.

Despite the refreshing thirst-quenching quality, he felt increasingly thirsty.

On his third trip to fetch water, Jiang Ning astutely noticed Qi Xingzhou seemed off: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Xingzhou, clutching the cup, gazed at Jiang Ning, confusion evident as he struggled to understand his condition: "...it's hot."

Jiang Ning drew nearer, closely observing Qi Xingzhou's situation.

As she came close, Qi Xingzhou felt not just the heat but a more tormenting impulse arising suddenly, even causing his breathing to quicken.

Jiang Ning seemed to have guessed something, asking Qi Xingzhou:

"Aside from thirst and feeling hot, do you have any other unusual sensations?"

"What happened tonight at the venue?"