The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1295 Yunrui Enchanting: Let Yan Wanqing go to England

The ginkgo leaves outside the window fell and grew again. When Yan Wanqing looked at the new green leaves of the ginkgo pot on the windowsill, she was shocked to realize that three months had passed since she first met William.

The sofa cushion in the treatment room was dented by her sitting, and the mint candies on the coffee table had been replaced five times. Those once vague fragments of memory, like ice crystals melted by the spring breeze, gradually pieced together clear outlines.

"Can you remember more details today?" William put away the clipboard and tapped the table with his fingertips - there was cedar incense he had specially placed there to help awaken memories related to Qi Zhifang.

"She taught me to recite a poem, saying 'Ginkgo leaves falling on the snow are like stars falling on earth.'"

William paused for a moment. "What else? For example... have you ever seen the two of you together?"

"Yes." Yan Wanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. "They were sitting on the rattan chairs under the cedar tree, each holding a sketchbook. My mother drew the eaves of the old house, and Aunt Qi drew..." She suddenly stopped, frowning, "The drawing was of a little boy wearing blue overalls, very similar..."

"Who does he look like?" William lowered his voice.

"Like Qi Ruixiang." She finally said it, her fingertips pinched white, "My father cheated on me. I don't believe that the original wife and the mistress can sit together so calmly, but..."

The clock in the treatment room struck three, and sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting streaks of light and shadow on the floor.

William didn't answer, but handed over a glass of warm water: "Because reality and dreams are contradictory, you are entangled. But what if reality is the one that is inconsistent?"

Yan Wanqing was silent. After spending these few months together, she seemed to be more and more receptive to William's guidance. Yes, what if Qi Zhifang was not a mistress from the beginning?

Unbeknownst to Yan Wanqing, Gu Yunqian was in his office at the moment, reviewing a report handed to him by Lin Junze. Several short drama projects signed by Miaoyin Media last year were extremely popular in China, and overseas agencies had sent numerous offers for collaboration, with the UK branch showing the most interest...

"The British market is well-suited to our style of short dramas," Lin Junze pointed at the data chart. "Also, Qi Ruixiang has been there for six months, supposedly accompanying Gu Yunxi for rehabilitation, but lately, people have been seeing him going to the genetics lab at Cambridge University."

Gu Yunqian turned the pen and lightly tapped the word "Cambridge" with the tip of the pen.

It must be Gu Yunxi who is reminiscing over and over again...

"Let Yan Wanqing go to the UK." He suddenly spoke, circling "London Branch" on the report with a pen, "In the name of expanding overseas business, and by the way..." He didn't say anything else, but Lin Junze understood - by the way, staring at Qi Ruixiang, and also by the way, see how Yan Wanqing would face Qi Ruixiang.

When Yan Wanqing received the notice, she was changing the flower arrangements in Gu Yunqian's office.

She selected a few newly opened magnolias, the flowers he'd mentioned Su Xingya favored. "Going to England?" She placed the vase on the windowsill, the sunlight falling on the petals like a scattering of gold. "I'm not very familiar with overseas business."

"Uncle Lin will arrange for someone to assist you." Gu Yunqian looked up from the documents and his eyes fell on her. "And you were stationed abroad before, weren't you? I believe you can do it." He paused and added, "By the way, please keep an eye on Yunxi's situation for me!"

Yan Wanqing's fingertips paused lightly on the petals.

Now that things have come to this, she can no longer refuse even if she doesn't want to!

"Okay." She nodded and arranged the last magnolia petal. "When do we leave?"

"Next Wednesday." Gu Yunqian watched her walk away, then turned and picked up the intercom: "Ask Lin Junze to compile another copy of Qi Ruixiang's itinerary for the past six months. The more detailed the better."

On the day of departure, Gu Yunqian and Su Xingya came to see me off at the airport.

Su Xingya stuffed a thermal bag into her hand, which was her silent compensation...

Ten hours later, London's raindrops hit the window, blurring the red double-decker bus outside.

Qi Ruixiang stood at the exit holding a black umbrella. His suit was ironed without any wrinkles, but there was a faint dark blue tint under his eyes.

When he saw her come out, he habitually wanted to take the suitcase, but his hand stopped halfway - in the past six months, their contact was limited to necessary work handovers, and they were as unfamiliar as ordinary colleagues.

"Are you tired from the journey?" His voice had a British accent, a sign of having stayed in the UK for a long time.

"Not bad." Yan Wanqing took the hot coffee he handed her. The moment her fingertips touched the wall of the cup, a different feeling surged in her heart!

"The hotel is near the company and your apartment." Qi Ruixiang helped her pull the suitcase and slowed down his pace. "Once you're settled, the three of us will go to the opera together."

"Okay," she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents, "This is also one of the tasks assigned to me by my boss."

Qi Ruixiang's hand pulling the suitcase suddenly tightened, and the umbrella ribs left red marks on his palms.

He turned his head to look at her, the rain dampening his hair. There was shock and confusion in his eyes, which eventually turned into a complex emotion: "Really? Didn't he ask you to monitor me?"

"It's okay for you to think so! But I believe you will take good care of Yunxi!"

Qi Ruixiang didn't answer, but just tilted the umbrella more towards her.

Raindrops dripped down the edge of the umbrella, forming a transparent curtain between the two people.

Yan Wanqing's apartment is on the banks of the Thames, and she can see the neon lights of the London Eye from the window...

Qi Ruixiang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment. The cigarette between his fingertips burned to the end, and it was so hot that he suddenly retracted his hand.

The London Eye outside the window was flashing a warm yellow light, like a piece of amber hanging in the night sky, but the knuckles holding the phone were bluish-white - Gu Yunqian's voice continued to come from the other end of the phone, and every word was like a stone falling on the ice, knocking his heart heavy.

"Her memory is still somewhat confused." Gu Yunqian's voice came through the receiver, with his usual calmness. "She almost died of illness today. I always feel that she wouldn't dream of your mother for no reason, so... helping her is also the same as helping you."

Qi Ruixiang scoffed and pressed the cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray. "Help me? Thank you so much." He paused, his tone carrying a subtle hint of sarcasm. "If I had known you would meddle in other people's business, I shouldn't have worked with her in the first place!"

"She's innocent." Gu Yunqian's voice deepened. "William said that her subconscious was trying to repair the relationship, and that dream was psychological compensation. You just need to go along with her and don't provoke her. Once she has established herself in the UK and is familiar with the business, you can..."

"Don't we have to act out this brotherly love drama anymore?" Qi Ruixiang interrupted him, his fingertips drawing a streak of white mist on the window glass. "Gu Yunqian, I will definitely make you regret your decision today!"

He hung up the phone impatiently and threw the phone on the sofa...

When the apartment doorbell rang, Qi Ruixiang was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror.

He opened the door and saw Yan Wanqing standing at the door, holding a thermos bag in her hand, with a faint smile on her face: "I just made some tangerine peel tea, thinking that you might not have had enough rest."

The fragrance of tangerine peel drifted in through the crack in the door, bringing with it a familiar warmth. Qi Ruixiang stepped aside to let her in, his eyes fixed on the thermal bag in her hand.

"Why are you doing all this right after getting off the plane?" He took the thermal bag and his tone softened unconsciously.

"I'm tired from packing anyway, so it's good to move around." Yan Wanqing walked into the living room. Since they were in the same apartment building, the layout of the house was the same. "Is it not causing you any trouble if Gu Yunqian suddenly called me here?"

Qi Ruixiang paused while pouring water.

Trouble? How could it not be troublesome!

But what can he say to a person with impaired memory?

Yan Wanqing didn't notice his strangeness, and took a sip of the water cup: "Doctor William said that familiar smells and images can awaken memories.

I was packing my luggage in the apartment just now and I smelled the scent of tangerine peel. It suddenly reminded me of when I was a kid and someone would always give me tangerine peel to soak in water when I had a cough.