Actually, in Qin Yuhe's eyes, the Dior Matte 999 and the Chanel Luminous Matte 357 lipsticks made no difference at all; they were both just red.
The office door was pushed open, and his assistant walked in holding a stack of documents. "Mr. Qin, I've drafted this initial contract. Could you take a look and see if anything needs to be amended?"
Qin Yuhe looked up at him. "Perfect timing. I also have something I need you to look at for me."
The assistant was astonished. Mr. Qin actually needed his help? Was there anything in this world that Mr. Qin didn't understand?
At the thought of being able to best Mr. Qin in some area, the assistant's steps became cheerful as he trotted over to Qin Yuhe's side.
"Mr. Qin, what do you need my help with?"
The assistant looked down and saw two close-up photos of lips placed on the desk.
They were 6-inch photos, 15.2cm by 10.2cm, printed out and placed right on top of all the documents.
Qin Yuhe said, "Look at the lipstick colors in these two photos. Tell me what the difference is."
The assistant was startled again. Why was Mr. Qin suddenly studying lipstick shades?
He hadn't even finished processing that thick stack of documents, yet he was studying lipstick shades!
How did he suddenly have such leisurely elegance?
A man who always put his career first was now researching women's cosmetics? This defied logic.
The assistant muttered to himself in his mind.
But in the grand scheme of things, Mr. Qin was the boss. He absolutely had to obey Mr. Qin's orders.
The assistant stared at the two close-up photos of the lips, looking at them carefully again and again, before replying, "These two colors are the same. They're both red."
Qin Yuhe's eyes turned cold. "I really asked the right person."
What did he know? He was just a bachelor.
The assistant shrank his neck, knowing Mr. Qin wasn't satisfied with his answer.
But didn't Mr. Qin fail to see the difference himself?
Naturally, the assistant didn't dare say this out loud.
The driver happened to walk in right then to ask when Mr. Qin would be returning to the hotel.
He saw Mr. Qin and the assistant staring at the desk, both looking as if they were facing a bitter enemy.
What could be so difficult?
The driver leaned over, took one look at the pictures, and said, "The one on the left is wearing Dior Matte 999, and the one on the right is wearing Chanel Luminous Matte 357. Although both are true red, 999 is a pure matte texture, making it look more aloof and elegant, while 357 has fine glitter in it, making it look brighter and more lively."
Assistant: !
Qin Yuhe: !
Both men turned their heads at the same time, looking at the driver with eyes full of amazement and newfound respect.
The driver suddenly felt a sense of immense accomplishment.
The assistant said, "I couldn't tell, Old Wang, but you actually know so much about this."
The driver replied, "I'm married and have a great relationship with my wife. Of course I know."
The assistant glanced at Qin Yuhe.
The driver's smugness didn't even last three seconds before it vanished. He lowered his head and said, "A poor man like me can't afford to buy women villas or luxury cars, nor do I have the ability to treat a woman to fancy meals every day. I can only scrimp and save to buy a single lipstick to make my wife happy. Sometimes I feel like a total failure. I really envy those men who can buy their wives big houses and cars without blinking an eye. Such men are so attractive. Who wouldn't love a man like that? Their wives must love them very much."
After saying this, the driver stole a glance at Qin Yuhe. Phew, Mr. Qin's expression wasn't as ugly as before.
Accompanying a leader is like accompanying a tiger; this was no place to linger.
The driver didn't even want to bring up the actual business he came to see Qin Yuhe for. He turned and walked toward the door.
"Wait," Qin Yuhe called out to stop him.
The driver's heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Qin, is there anything else?"
Qin Yuhe asked, "If your wife sent you photos of herself wearing lipstick for two days in a row, what would she mean by that?"
The driver knew the answer to this one, because his wife had actually done that before.
The driver gave his answer: "That definitely means my wife is hinting for me to buy her lipsticks."
The next day, at noon during the lunch break, Song Xinya received a call from a delivery courier. "Hello, is this Song Xinya?"
Song Xinya: "Yes, speaking."
Courier: "I have a package here. Please come and sign for it."
Song Xinya: "I haven't bought anything recently, and I've never used my company address for purchases."
Courier: "It's definitely yours, Miss Song. It has your name and phone number on it."
Song Xinya went downstairs to get the package. When she opened it, she found two lipsticks.
One was a Dior Matte 999, and the other was a Chanel Luminous Matte 357.
It was obvious to her now; Qin Yuhe had bought them for her.
It turned out that when she sent him those close-up photos of her lips wearing lipstick, he interpreted it as her wanting him to buy her lipsticks!
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She felt dizzy.
Extremely dizzy.
Chen Siyan walked over. Extending his bandaged right hand, he clumsily picked up the two lipsticks and examined them.
"Who gave you these lipsticks? Why are the two colors exactly the same?"
Song Xinya said without much reaction, "Straight men are all like this."
Chen Siyan: "Let me guess, this must be a gift from Mr. Qin, right?"
Song Xinya: "Yeah."
Chen Siyan: "Ms. Song, you must be thrilled to death!"
Song Xinya: "More like dying inside."
Seeing that her expression wasn't quite right, Chen Siyan asked, "Mr. Qin gave you a gift, so why aren't you happy? Is it because you think the gift is too cheap?"
Song Xinya: "It's not about the money..."
Chen Siyan: "Then what is it?"
Realizing he was also a man, Song Xinya looked up at him and asked, "Have you ever been in a relationship, Mr. Chen?"
Chen Siyan: "Of course I have! I'm so handsome, I drive an Audi A8, and I'm so rich. Naturally, I have no trouble finding a girlfriend."
Song Xinya: "Have you ever kissed a woman?"
Chen Siyan: "During the honeymoon phase, I'd grab my girlfriend and kiss her every day. I kissed her so much her lips would swell!"
Song Xinya: "Under what circumstances does a man not kiss a woman's lips?"
Chen Siyan: "When he doesn't like the woman."
Song Xinya picked up her bag and headed for the door.
Chen Siyan: "Ms. Song, you're not eating lunch with me again today!"
Song Xinya: "Let's take a rain check. I still have an appointment today."
...
In a Western restaurant, a plate of charcoal-grilled beef tongue was placed in front of Song Xinya.
Tiantianquan: "So, did you get to kiss your husband when you went back yesterday?"
Song Xinya: "I'm not the Monkey King. I can't just do a somersault and travel thousands of miles to make out with him in Shanghai at night, and then somersault back to work during the day."
Tiantianquan: "I can hear it. You have some serious resentment over not getting to make out with your husband."
Song Xinya said, "I have no resentment at all."
A flash of white light glinted as Song Xinya raised her knife and fork, viciously slashing at the beef tongue on her plate. Sizzle, the beef tongue was sliced clean in two.
Watching this scene, Tiantianquan suddenly felt a phantom pain in her own tongue.
"Babe, if that's not heavy resentment, I don't know what is. Even a ghost would be scared of you right now."
Tiantianquan cut a small piece of beef tongue and fed it into Song Xinya's mouth. "Since you didn't get to French kiss your husband, hurry up and eat a piece of beef tongue. Have a French kiss with a cow instead."
Song Xinya replied, "What the hell?"
Tiantianquan said, "Haven't you heard the saying? Eating beef tongue is the equivalent of French kissing a cow."
Song Xinya sighed, "You sure know a lot of weird nonsense."
Tiantianquan retorted, "What weird nonsense? I have always walked the straight and narrow, even if the right path is a bumpy road."
Seeing Song Xinya start to eat the beef tongue, Tiantianquan asked, "How does it feel?"
Song Xinya answered, "The beef tongue is delicious."
Tiantianquan teased, "No matter how delicious it is, it can't be as tasty as Mr. Qin's tongue."
Song Xinya said dryly, "You say that as if you've actually tasted Mr. Qin's tongue."
Tiantianquan laughed, "I don't have that kind of blessing. That is the tongue of the most handsome and wealthy man in the entire Beijing elite circle. I wouldn't even dare to dream about it."
Song Xinya dared to dream about it, but she still hadn't gotten a taste.
As Song Xinya's best friend, Tiantianquan knew her inside and out. Whether in her career or her personal life, Song Xinya was always positive, optimistic, and resilient. She was rarely ever listless or depressed.
But right now, Song Xinya's eyelashes were lowered, and her features lacked their usual radiant vitality. Her beautiful face looked like a precious pearl covered in dust.
Tiantianquan put down her knife and fork, her expression turning serious and stern. "Song Xinya, I have to remind you of something. When Qin Yuhe married you, he made it perfectly clear to you. He wanted the two of you to treat each other with polite respect as guests, without interfering in each other's lives."
"So, Song Xinya, what exactly are you expecting?"
Those words were like a sudden clap of thunder in her ears, violently shaking Song Xinya's heart.
She was right. When Qin Yuhe married her, he had been incredibly blunt and clear about it. They were to respect each other from a distance and not interfere with one another. When he chose to marry her back then, it wasn't out of love.
So what on earth was she expecting now?
