PDLP Chapter 74: The Uninvited Guest
Chapter 74: The Uninvited Guest
Zhou Minghui pushed his sunglasses up over his hair, and a smile slowly curved his lips.
He smiled at the window on the second floor of the villa, which was covered with white gauze curtains, and said, "Su Qianqian, I'm here."
Then, I started walking towards the door.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Su Qianqian was sitting in front of the dressing table.
She was wearing a white cotton maxi dress and slippers.
She had just combed her hair and hadn't had time to tie it up yet; her long, black hair was draped over her shoulders.
Her foundation was already applied, and she was holding an eyebrow pencil, gently drawing the tail of her eyebrows in front of the mirror.
Just then, there was a knock on the door twice.
A maid's voice came from outside the door: "Miss, Young Master Zhou has arrived."
Su Qianqian didn't stop using her eyebrow pencil, and she didn't even lift her eyelids.
She looked in the mirror, finished drawing the arch of her eyebrows, put down the eyebrow pencil, picked up the loose powder brush on the table, and lightly dipped it into the powder box twice.
The maid stood at the door waiting, not daring to urge them.
Su Qianqian gently placed the powder brush back into the box and finally spoke.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her tone flat and devoid of any emotion, and said calmly, "Tell him to get lost."
The maid hesitated for a moment, standing at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out.
She had worked in this villa for almost three years and knew the young lady's temperament.
He doesn't talk much and rarely gets angry with his servants.
But if someone speaks in this tone, it means that someone has crossed her bottom line.
"Yes, Miss." The maid gently closed the door, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away down the corridor.
Su Qianqian put the loose powder brush back on the vanity and looked at the arch of her eyebrows in the mirror to see if they were symmetrical.
Then, she picked up her phone from the dressing table and scrolled through her QQ messages.
The profile picture of "North Wind Howling" was lit up, but no new messages were sent.
Su Qianqian didn't think much of it, put her phone back on the table and continued applying makeup.
She had made plans to go shopping with her best friend today, and naturally didn't want to be disturbed.
Besides, Zhou Minghui was the person she hated the most, so why would she meet with him?
The main entrance on the first floor of the villa.
The maid opened the heavy solid wood door and saw Zhou Minghui standing on the steps, holding a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses in his hands.
An orange Hermès gift box was tucked under his arm, and his sunglasses had been taken off and were hanging in the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
He saw the door open, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he was about to step inside.
However, the maid suddenly reached out and blocked his way.
"Young Master Zhou, Miss said you should go back."
Although the tone was polite, there was no room for negotiation.
"Go back?" Zhou Minghui's lips, which had just turned up in a smile, drooped down half an inch.
But he quickly returned to normal, switched the bouquet to his other hand, took out his phone from his pocket, and found Su Qianqian's number.
"I drove all this way, and you just want me to stand at the door?"
"Let me in, I'll just say a few words to her and then leave."
The maid not only didn't move aside, but also waved her hand behind her.
Soon, the two security guards behind her took two steps closer to the door.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Minghui frowned slightly.
He stood at the door for a moment, then finally placed the bouquet and gift box on the steps and turned to walk toward the Cayenne.
Zhou Minghui took a few steps, then looked back at the window on the second floor with the white gauze curtain hanging there.
The curtains remained motionless, and the figure inside probably didn't even glance out.
A few minutes later.
A middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked out of the living room on the first floor of the villa.
He walked to the door, glanced at the bouquet of flowers and the orange gift box on the steps, bent down, picked up the two items, and placed them in the storage room next to the foyer.
The storage room was already piled with several similar gift boxes and bouquets, all of which Zhou Minghui had sent over before.
Some were not even dismantled, while others were dismantled but put back exactly as they were.
Zhou Minghui, who was outside the gate, did not get into the car.
He unbuttoned his suit jacket, leaned against the car door, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it. A confident smile still lingered on his lips.
He drove all this way; there's no way he would turn back without even seeing anyone.
It's okay if Su Qianqian doesn't come down now; he can wait.
Zhou Minghui didn't believe that Su Qianqian could stay at home all day without coming out.
As long as she comes out and sees his Porsche Cayenne, his custom-made suit, and the flowers and gift box prepared especially for her, she will definitely be moved.
In the past, Zhou Minghui could win over any woman simply by doing this.
Su Qianqian was no exception!
Which of those women before didn't act aloof from the start?
But when she saw his car keys, she took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat.
Even for a woman like Su Qianqian, she'll only have to pretend for a few more days than others; it's not a big deal.
About ten minutes later.
The solid wood door of the villa was slowly pushed open from the inside.
Zhou Minghui immediately sprang up from the car door, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then straightened his tie.
Su Qianqian walked out of the door.
Today she wore a light blue shirt, white wide-leg pants, and beige pointed-toe flats.
Her hair wasn't tied up, but rather naturally draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled inwards.
Her makeup was light, almost invisible, with only a thin layer of foundation and a layer of clear lip balm. It was all thanks to her natural beauty.
She wore a pair of small pearl stud earrings on her earlobes, which shimmered with a warm luster in the sunlight.
The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the middle of the forearm, revealing a section of fair wrist.
She wore an extremely thin silver bracelet on her wrist.
As Su Qianqian walked down the steps, her skirt swayed gently, and her pace was neither hurried nor slow.
They neither sped up nor deliberately slowed down because Zhou Minghui was standing at the door.
Her gaze swept down the steps to the black Porsche Cayenne and Zhou Minghui leaning against the car door, then moved away.
It's as if the car and the person didn't exist.
Zhou Minghui was dumbfounded.
It had only been half a year since I last saw Su Qianqian, and she was already more than a whole level more beautiful than when I last saw her at the dinner table.
Back then, Su Qianqian was still wearing her school uniform and had her hair in a ponytail. She looked like a pretty high school girl.
Now that she has let her hair down and changed into a slightly more mature outfit, her entire demeanor is completely different.
Just by standing there, he was several levels above everyone else around him.
Zhou Minghui propped himself up on the car door, took off his sunglasses, put them in his suit pocket, and walked towards Su Qianqian with a carefully prepared smile on his face:
"Qianqian, it's been a long time."
"I brought you flowers and bought you a bag."
"This is a limited edition Hermès bag; I had someone bring it back from overseas."