Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 870 - 868: Who Am I to You? (Second Update)
"Hello, Young Master Ji! I’m Qi Huan. About the matter we discussed this afternoon, have you had time to consider it?"
On the other end of the call was He Yinyin’s uncle, Boss Qi, Qi Huan.
Little Treasure curved the corner of his lips into an enigmatic smile and asked, "Oh? What matter? Boss Qi, what did you talk to me about?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
In reality, he genuinely didn’t know what his brother discussed with this Boss Qi, but one thing he was certain of was that this Qi was here seeking his brother’s favor!
There was a moment of silence on the other end, perhaps incredulous at being treated with such disregard by someone just in their early twenties despite holding sway in the business world for decades.
"Heh..." Qi Huan let out a dry laugh and continued, "Young Master Ji, you really do have a forgetful nature... the matter we discussed at lunch..."
Little Treasure raised an eyebrow and feigned confusion, interrupting him, "Hey, wait, Boss Qi, I don’t think we’ve met!"
On the phone’s other end, Boss Qi must have truly been driven to a loss of temper, grumbling in mild irritation, "Young Master Ji, is this kind of playfulness supposed to be amusing?"
Little Treasure replied with innocent sincerity, "Boss Qi, how would I dare play with you? I truly haven’t met you, not today at lunch, never! I’ve only heard of your great deeds from my dad and brother, and I’ve admired you for a long time. Given a chance, I would definitely visit, and I hope you wouldn’t hold my junior status against me!"
"Your brother?" Boss Qi finally sensed something amiss. He knew the Ji family had two brilliant sons, but he’d only met the Eldest Young Master Ji, never the younger one. "Are you Young Master Ji?"
Little Treasure affirmed confidently, "It’s me! Who else could you think I am?"
"But isn’t this Mr. Ji’s phone number?" The other party, though less resentful, was now filled with confusion.
Little Treasure paused, then feigned astonishment and exclaimed, "Damn, my brother and I have the same phone model. I must have accidentally packed his phone in my bag!"
"Could you possibly pass the phone to Mr. Ji then?" The other party spoke pleadingly, humbled.
Little Treasure stretched out lazily, leaning back onto the sofa, extending his long legs comfortably on the coffee table, and then leisurely said, "Sorry, Boss Qi, I’m having dinner with friends out somewhere, and won’t be home till dawn. If you have urgent matters for my brother, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow."
Little Treasure listened as the other side seemed to suppress his temper to say thanks, followed by the dial tone.
Meanwhile, the Mr. Ji whom Boss Qi sought went to Nuonuo’s room, twisted the doorknob, found it unlocked, and pushed it open.
It was already evening by then, the room was dimly lit, and there was no light on in the bedroom. Da Bao blinked a few times before adjusting to the low light and spotted a lump on the sofa, which must be the little girl sitting there.
"Nuonuo?"
Da Bao softly called out, stepping cautiously towards the shadow.
"Hmm..." The shadow responded quietly and shifted slightly.
Da Bao didn’t rush to turn on the lights; instead, he squatted beside the shadow and wrapped the curled-up Nuonuo in his arms.
"Tired?" The gentle and indulgent murmur brushed against Nuonuo’s heart like soft feathers.
"No..."
Nuonuo’s muffled voice emerged from the crook of his arm. Since returning, she remained curled up with her arms around her knees, like a nesting ostrich, her head buried between her arms.
"Then what’s wrong? Unhappy?"
Da Bao had a lot to manage today, and Tian Fang only called at noon for a report, but stated no emotional concerns at that time. Yet come afternoon, here she was, in this state. Could it be that entertainment report led her to overthink?
Nuonuo was submerged in the gloomy emotions from the plot, unable to break free until hearing Da Bao’s voice was like a soft breeze piercing through a long bout of oppressive weather.
"Hmm..." The ostrich lifted her head from his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his, and pitifully said, "Brother, Lin Yue is rather pitiable..."
Lin Yue was the protagonist of Director Sun’s film "Spring," the role Nuonuo played.
As soon as Da Bao heard, he quickly understood!
This silly girl was too immersed in her role, unable to step out of it!
"Silly, it’s all fabricated! It’s a drama, not real!"
While Da Bao soothed her verbally, his large, warm hand gently caressed her back, aiming to comfort her emotions.
"The scriptwriter said it was based on a real person..." Nuonuo, rich in emotion, led her to excessively immerse in her role.
"Hmm, it’s just part of her growth journey, but didn’t she find happiness in the end?" Da Bao had watched the script numerous times alongside Nuonuo and even analyzed several scenes with her for the protagonist’s psychological changes.
All the while reassuring her, Da Bao scooped the ostrich-like girl curled up on the sofa into his arms, Nuonuo yelped in surprise, and Da Bao adjusted her position for more comfort in his embrace, walking to the wall to turn on the lights, then went out to the terrace.
Nuonuo’s bedroom terrace was warmly and uniquely decorated with three lovely rocking chairs and numerous resilient, pretty potted plants hanging around.
Da Bao sat with Nuonuo on the rocking chair, nudging his face into the back of her neck, whispering softly into her ear, "Girl, who am I?"
Nuonuo always adored his voice deeply, mesmerized to the point she lightly shivered.
"Brother..." Da Bao’s face brushed ever-so-gently against her neck. The ticklish feeling left her utterly weak, wanting to escape yet reluctant to leave this cozy embrace, thus snuggling more fervently like a prairie dog.
"Not brother..." Da Bao lightly nipped her earlobe, using his sharp canine tooth to gently nibble the soft skin.
Nuonuo shivered again, her logic slipping away, "It’s Ji Yu...," she uttered breathlessly, betraying her disordered emotions completely.
"Hmm... who am I to you?"
The tip of his canine tooth grazed her ear and neck deeply and lightly, her mind felt as if it was smoking.
"You are..." She paused, wanting to say brother, but subtly remembered this was denied earlier; then apart from being her brother, what else?
"What is it?" The raspy murmur from behind her ear was followed by a sharp pain there!
This pain shot through her foggy mind, providing an answer, "Your... boyfriend..."
"Hmm..." With a satisfied hum, the pained skin was soothingly licked and teased a few times, "Girl, remember, your name is Ji Sihan, not Lin Yue. In your mind, there can only be me!"
