My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 59

On Monday, Yi Qingju sent the dumplings to school with the driver, assuring him amidst his resentful gaze, "Don't worry, I'll definitely come over this afternoon."

The butler walked in from the other side and handed a box to Qi Weiran, saying it was delivered by a policeman.

Qi Weiran took it, nodded, but seemed reluctant to open it.

Yi Qingju glanced at it more than once.

[This should be the thing he mentioned when he left the police station that day. It looks quite big and well-packaged.]

Qi Weiran looked up and caught Yi Qingju sneakily eyeing the things beside him. It startled her, and she quickly lowered her head, then pretended to just notice his gaze, smiling brightly, "Sir, why are you looking at me like that?"

Qi Weiran asked, "Are you going to the Yu family's place later?"

Yi Qingju nodded.

He then pushed the bag beside him towards her, "Take this with you."

"After meeting Miss Yu, give this to her."

Yi Qingju was taken aback.

[And they say you two have nothing going on!? You're giving gifts right under my nose! Do you think I'm blind, Qi Weiran!?]

Qi Weiran moved his fingers, finding her angry look quite cute, although he knew there wasn't a legitimate reason for it.

Putting down his iPad, he explained, "The Yu family is a leader in military electronic devices, and I need them to help me identify something."

Yi Qingju suddenly realized something, "Is it related to the assassination attempt last Saturday?"

Qi Weiran nodded, "Yes."

She smiled, "So that's it, sir, you don't need to explain to me, I guessed as much."

Qi Weiran: ?

This time when Yi Qingju went out, she specifically arranged for a stylist and a makeup artist to come over. The dress and jewelry were all newly arrived styles from the store.

The two were quite familiar with Yi Qingju. They had been responsible for her the two times she attended banquets with Qi Weiran.

As they walked in with bags full of stuff, they couldn't help trembling with excitement at the sight of Qi Weiran.

"Oh my, sister, he's real," makeup artist Xiao Ma whispered to stylist Xiao Zhang.

They had been to the Qi Manor before, but meeting Qi Weiran was a first.

Yi Qingju took the initiative to explain, "Sir, these are my makeup artist and stylist."

"After all, I represent you, so I should at least look beautiful," she said with a smile.

[Overshadowing the crowd! Don't think I don't know they call me a vase behind my back. Today, let them see, I'm the best money-making vase!]

Qi Weiran quietly applauded her in his heart.

So——

Qi Weiran, who should have been at work by now, stayed behind and sat on the side watching them fuss around.

And the originally relaxed and harmonious atmosphere turned serious because this godly figure turned into a solemn warrior ready for battle.

Yi Qingju: ...

[What's wrong with you, Qi Weiran? Even pigs get fatter before giving birth, why are you changing inexplicably?]

[Could it be that you want to make sure I'm perfect today so you don't lose face?]

[Well, men have their pride, especially since I've never accepted invitations from other socialite wives before.]

Qi Weiran calmly scrolled through his phone, liking a post about his and Yi Qingju's fanfiction of love after marriage, and casually reported a comment that said they were incompatible.

As they were about to attend a show, the stylist had her dressed in a white strapless top adorned with lace and a ring of diamonds in the middle, paired with a matching skirt.

Yi Qingju twirled in front of the mirror, and Qi Weiran immediately noticed her exposed back.

The fabric was minimal, with only a few strings hanging there, leaving almost her entire back bare.

"Adding this jacket will complete the look."

Seeing the jacket, Qi Weiran breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

Like any man, he had possessiveness, too.

Although somewhat displeased, Qi Weiran never interfered with Yi Qingju's attire.

As long as it was appropriate, a girl was free to wear whatever she wanted.

"Why does it feel a bit inappropriate?"

As they neared the end, the stylist struggled with the necklace.

Although Yi Qingju's neck was beautiful and almost anything suited her, a good necklace should complement the wearer's beauty rather than being insignificant.

Seeing this, a thought flashed in Qi Weiran's mind, and he stood up and walked away.

Yi Qingju didn't notice his departure; she was admiring herself in the mirror.

"If it doesn't feel right, then don't wear it."

For this perfectionist stylist, it was unbearable.

"Wear this."

The stylist, lost in thought, suddenly heard that deep, mellow voice and quickly turned around.

Qi Weiran had somehow appeared behind her, looking down at her with no trace of emotion, simply observing her.

The stylist, feeling a chill down her spine for no apparent reason, reluctantly tore her eyes away from his uninviting amber eyes and looked down at what he held in his hand.

Then she exclaimed in astonishment, "Sunset Kiss!!! Is this real!?"

In the black velvet box lay a diamond necklace, a shade between pale pink and crimson, dazzling and flawless under the light, and the stylist's face flushed with excitement.

This was the last masterpiece completed by Master Su Li, the most famous jeweler of the last century, with an unknown buyer, truly a priceless treasure!

She had only seen its photo in the archives; she never thought she would see the real thing one day.

"Is it suitable?" Seeing her lips move but no words coming out, Qi Weiran asked again in a cold, indifferent tone.

"Su... suitable... suitable..." The stylist, realizing what she had said, nodded repeatedly.

Only then did she realize in a daze—

Mr. Qi wanted Yi Qingju to wear this priceless necklace!?

Yi Qingju had no idea about the necklace's significance; she just walked over and admired, "It's so beautiful."

[To be honest, I can't tell if it's real or fake. To me, diamonds are no different from those 50-cent princess rings sold in the corner store when I was a kid.]

In reality, Qi Weiran didn't care much either; he just thought the necklace suited her very well.

This was something even his mother's legacy ranked behind.

"Could you put it on for me, sir?" Yi Qingju, hiding behind her facade, coquettishly pleaded.

Qi Weiran unconsciously rubbed his fingertips and then nodded.

The people in the room: !?

So doting!

Is the man in front of her really the same one who ignored Yi Qingju two years ago?

They looked at each other, seeing incredulity in each other's eyes.

Who would have thought that what was mentioned in the entertainment news was actually true...

The rare and dazzling necklace shone brightly around Yi Qingju's neck, even more radiant than when it was in the box, as if it was also happy not to be covered in dust anymore.

When Yi Qingju got into the car, Qi Weiran arranged a team of bodyguards to protect her.

"There are many bugs in the Yu family. Getting bitten is easy to get a fever. Try not to take off your coat." Qi Weiran said with a serious face.

Yi Qingju was greatly surprised.

[Damn, this is so dangerous. They're raising bugs in their house? Is this a biological weapon?]

"Okay, sir, I understand."

[Even if the heating is sufficient, I won't take it off.]

Only then did Qi Weiran satisfactorily let her leave.

He indeed wouldn't interfere with Yi Qingju's freedom to dress, but he didn't want others to see without his permission.

Just the thought of other men staring at the person who belonged to him made him unable to control his pent-up anger.

He just wanted to gouge out those people's eyes and feed them to the big black pigs in the pigsty.