His Marriage Partner is Scheming

In the wet and drowsy stormy night, the twinkling stars of the past could not be seen.

The typhoon circle is about to pass through, and the rain has not stopped, turning the entire city into a fragile steel forest.

Next to the rarely lit science and technology park, the 24-hour convenience store is still open. Listening to the howling wind from outside, the clerk sits at the checkout counter and plays with his mobile phone. The poster stand next to him is printed with brightly colored advertisment.

There are very few customers tonight, and the people who usually walk in a hurry have disappeared. In the face of the typhoon, most companies chose to let their employees get off work on time, instead of being busy until late at night as usual.

Except for the bored clerk, there is only one customer who has been in the store for a long time.

A man in his thirties was sitting in front of the window with his back to the advertising board behind him, staring at the pouring rain outside.

His previously wet shoulders had been dried by the indoor air, and chattering voices came from the mobile phone next to his ears: "Mr. Ye, there is no other way, they don't know where they heard the news, they insisted on paying the payment today, the rain is so Most of them refuse to go—”

The panicked words ended in the black screen that suddenly darkened.

Phones with cracked screens drained to the last ounce of power.

The remaining will of the man also disappeared.

The convenience store provided chargers for free, just a few meters away at the cash register, but he had no intention of asking for them.

Because there is a poster lying there.

Ye Qing put down his phone and looked at the heavy rain outside the window in despair.

In the storm, the dim and yellow street lights seemed to be completely extinguished in the next second.

Ye Qing thought, there are still five or six minutes away from the company building.

He is waiting for the rain to subside a little.

Make those five or six minutes go easy.

During the barren and empty waiting, the electronic welcome sound at the entrance of the convenience store sounded softly.

Accompanied by the humid water vapor, the store door opened and closed, and a pair of couples walked in together, with a fresh and light atmosphere.

"I've only seen that flavor in this store." The man in the white shirt put away the black umbrella in his hand, and looked at the drink shelf in the store as soon as he entered, "It's right there."

The man next to him has dazzling red hair, and even the clerk who was busy playing with his mobile phone couldn't help but look up for a while.

The red-haired youth didn't seem very interested, and asked lazily, "Is it really that delicious?"

The lover answered him solemnly: "You will like it."

"Then why only sell it in this store?"

"Because it's a new product, the company is in the park next door and wants to try selling it in a nearby convenience store first."

The sound of their conversation continued to break the silence in the store. Ye Qing, whose mind was in chaos, subconsciously followed the prestige.

Both of them have outstanding good looks, and expensive and innocent people who don't know the world.

On a dangerous typhoon day, I ran to a remote convenience store just to buy a small bottle of drink.

The mild-mannered man puts the cool beverage bottle on the checkout counter, then turns around and follows the lovers wandering among the shelves with seemingly endless patience.

The red-haired youth glanced casually across the dazzling shelves, stopped occasionally, reached out to pick up something, frowned and commented: "This chocolate is terrible."

As he said that, he seemed to recall the long past: "But when I was traveling, I bought a similar package, and it was delicious."

He is picky.

People around me unconditionally tolerate this kind of pickiness.

"Can I still buy it?"

"No, it's not available online."

"I asked someone to go there and buy it."

"Forget it, it's too troublesome."

It was not the first time Ye Qing heard such a conversation.

In front of the shelves full of products, there are always different people who miss the delicacies or items they encountered in the world.

Then they see an ad, now ubiquitous in convenience stores of all kinds, about an online grocery app for shopping and having it delivered quickly.

The red-haired young man also caught a glimpse of the large poster next to the cash register, and said casually, "Why do you put this kind of advertisement in the convenience store? Aren't you afraid of grabbing business?"

"I don't know, maybe there is a cooperation." The lover carefully read the advertisement and asked him, "It says that you can give feedback on the products you want. After reaching a certain number of people, they will be put on the shelves regionally, and then you can buy them at any time. Do you want to try it? ?”

He looked at the box of chocolates that had just been rejected on the shelf.

"Isn't that just a purchasing agent? It's quite creative."

As he spoke, the red-haired young man caught a glimpse of the stranger's unusual expression from the corner of his eye, and suddenly smiled: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Ye Qing, who had just turned his head to take a look at first, now stared straight at the couple.

He has heard this kind of dialogue too many times, and he also knows that the next moment, this app will have two more new customers, and he has long been used to it.

Only this time, Ye Qing could no longer control his emotions.

His eyes were obviously bloodshot, and he clenched his hands tightly, as if irritated by these few irrelevant chatter, he cast a hateful look at the stranger he met by chance.

Like a madman at the end of the road.

But the red-haired young man in front of him didn't know any fear at all. He watched his crazy expression, curled his lips, and shook the box of chocolates: "You also think it's bad?"

In that bright and flamboyant smile, Ye Qing suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength.

He slumped there slumped, muttering to himself: "This is the pattern I got through..."

It was he who thought of using this gimmick similar to purchasing agents to attract users, it was he who built the entire operating framework through trial and error, and it was he who burned money and subsidies to cultivate user habits.

But when he worked hard to lay the foundation, his employees left and built another imitation with all their experience.

Latecomers who don’t need to fall are soaring up, with large sums of investment, unlimited hope and dawn.

The stumbling pioneers will be crushed to pieces in the ailments accumulated along the way, and will be quickly forgotten by the ever-changing market.

Any entrepreneur should be prepared to fail.

But this is the cruelest of all failures, capable of destroying all will.

Ye Qingku sat, only murmured that sentence in his mouth, and had already forgotten the surrounding scene.

The strange couple looked at each other.

In the small shops next to such parks, there are often excited or desperate entrepreneurs coming and going.

It was the red-haired young man with flamboyant personality who said, "You did this?"

Ye Qing almost had a conditioned reflex: "I should do it earlier!"

Fang Fang smiled knowingly: "Earlier, but you weren't in the ad, so you failed, and you can only sit here in embarrassment, venting your anger at strangers."

Ye Qing's consciousness was abruptly brought back to reality by this merciless words, and he was about to speak, but he saw interest flashed in his clear eyes, as if he had found something interesting.

He turned to look at his obedient lover: "Is it expensive to invest in such a project?"

"...I don't know." The lover thought for a while, then hesitated, "It's not expensive."

"Really? Are you interested?" The red-haired young man's smile became more intense, "I think it's quite interesting."

He glanced at the advertising poster not far away, and put the chocolate back on the shelf.

"The color scheme of this icon is too ugly, I don't like it."

Then, he showed a nice smile to his hesitant lover: "And, that chocolate is really delicious."

The rain was still falling outside the glass window.

The anger in Ye Qing's eyes gradually turned into unspeakable surprise.

Because the good-tempered lover in a white shirt quickly lowered his head to find a business card from his wallet and handed it to him.

It bears a name that is well known in the city.

Ye Qing didn't move, he thought, maybe he was wrong.

When people are in despair, they are always prone to delusions like the Arabian Nights.

But the tone of the other party was very serious: "If you are interested in accepting capital injection, make this call, but the secretary will answer first, and then you will say that it is my business card."

Ye Qing was stunned for tens of seconds before he slowly reached out to pick it up, his voice trembling: "Who are you?"

"My name is He Qiao." He said, "This is my dad's business card."

Ye Qing froze in place, watching He Qiao finish paying for the drink, opened an umbrella at the convenience store door, and left with the red-haired young man in his arms.

It seemed as if everything that happened just now was just casually buying a bouquet of flowers for the lover.

Random as a hallucination.

After a while, Ye Qing put away his business card and walked into the still noisy wind and rain with an umbrella.

There are only occasional lights in the park building next to it, and it is empty, not as busy as it was brightly lit in the past.

Ye Qing walked in this familiar direction silently.

The typhoon passed through the border completely, and the rain became a little lighter.

He made up his mind to go back to the company.

Only five or six minutes away.

But stepping on the vortex of fate, with water splashing everywhere, his footsteps became slower and slower until he stopped in place in a trance.

He now has two options.

One is a certain destruction, and the other is a joke that may come true.

The dim light of the street lamp and the cold sarcasm of the stranger roasted his back together.

The door of the convenience store sounded welcome again.

The man covered in wind and rain strode to the cashier and tapped on the table.

The clerk looked up blankly.

"Is there a charging cable?"

Beside the brightly colored poster, Ye Qing tightly held his cracked cell phone.

And that neat business card.

The light illuminates the thin sheet of paper.

Diagonally across the road, through the continuous rain curtain, Chi Xueyan clearly saw Ye Qing sitting on the first window seat, with the mobile phone connected to the cable tightly pressed to his ear, and said something solemnly.

He Qiao beside him was holding an umbrella handle, and was also quietly staring at the convenience store opposite.

The rain fell on the black umbrella surface, making a dull and continuous sound.

Without words, they understand one thing together.

Ye Qing would never walk up to that windy and windy roof again.

Chi Xueyan held the plastic bag containing the drink in his hand, he involuntarily pinched the thin plastic strap tightly, letting the rough texture rub against his palm.

He witnessed with his own eyes a twisted fate. On a rainy night, people who should have died had a new life.

Unspeakable feelings filled my heart.

After a while, Chi Xueyan came back to his senses and asked the people around him, "What will your father do?"

"When he has a face-to-face meeting with Ye Qing, he will definitely recognize his ability. He will invest in Ye Qing's project, or in other words, invest in this person."

He Qiao replied calmly: "I guess, as an investor representative, I will be asked to get in touch with Ye Qing more and learn from him."

He paused, his voice tinged with ridicule: "Because this is a good opportunity that I discovered by mistake."

Chi Xueyan nodded: "So, you are going to become a sanctimonious capitalist?"

"Yes." He Qiao raised his eyebrows, and attacked back with a smile, "A dentist who is very good at coaxing people."

This smile reveals the truth that he forgot to hide.

Chi Xueyan also laughed.

A faint smile escaped in the sound of rain.

The wind and rain are raging in the field of vision, standing side by side in the endless long street, as if in this world, there is no two people who are more compatible than them.

They may now look more like accomplices than loose-sounding accomplices.

Intimate and unscrupulous accomplices.

The post-adventure spoils are two ice-cold new drinks.

He hasn't unscrewed the cap yet, but seems to have tasted something he will never forget.

Looking at the water splashing from the edge of the umbrella, Chi Xueyan suddenly asked, "Do you know what is the best thing to do now?"

He asked the question again.

In the pouring rain and the ups and downs of the atmosphere, He Qiao understood him more and more, and replied without thinking: "Did you lose the umbrella?"

Chi Xueyan thought, finally guessed half right this time.

It's the umbrella kiss.

It's a pity that the streets are empty at the moment, and there is no live audience to please.

So he had to live up to this wonderful rainy night.

Holding an umbrella, He Qiao waited patiently for the answer to be revealed, but Chi Xueyan did not announce the correct answer, but looked back with a bright smile, and his pale lips moved slightly.

His eyes were so bright, as if he had plucked the crescent moon from the night sky and hid it, lest it be lost alone in the violent storm.

"It's time to say good night." My lover whispered his name, "...He Qiao."