Song Yi'an had also heard about the person in charge of the archaeological site wanting to hire Li Qiyu. His reaction was different from Li Juan's. He seriously considered this matter and asked Li Qiyu for her own opinion.
Li Qiyu refused.
The reason was very simple and straightforward: "Digging up people's ancestral graves is a very immoral thing."
Li Qiyu always had a lot of strange ideas. Song Yi'an was amused by her and asked, "Then in your eyes, what kind of jobs are relatively normal?"
"Among the so - called scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, being a teacher and imparting knowledge and moral principles is naturally the best."
Song Yi'an couldn't even imagine what kind of students Li Qiyu would teach. He was afraid that in the end, the students would end up teaching her.
However, he noticed that the jobs Li Qiyu mentioned had nothing to do with the film and television industry.
"What about the entertainment industry?"
"The entertainment industry? Actors are of the lowest social status and not worth mentioning."
Song Yi'an: "..."
Song Yi'an was holding his phone, sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning. All these expressions fell into the eyes of Old Master Song sitting opposite him.
"The message is from Xiaoyu, right?"
When Old Master Song spoke, Song Yi'an then realized that he was still discussing important matters with Old Master Song. It was really impolite to just play with his phone, so he quickly put it away.
"Didn't you say Xiaoyu is also in the capital? Why don't you invite her over to play?"
"This is a feud within the Song family. I don't want to involve her in it."
Hearing this, Old Master Song was silent for a moment and didn't say much.
Song Yi'an and Li Qiyu, this young couple, one was in the east of the city and the other in the west. They were both busy with their own things and only had time to send messages to greet each other occasionally at night.
In comparison, Song Yi'an was under much greater pressure. In a short period of time, he not only had to quickly understand the current situation of the Song Corporation but also come up with countermeasures quickly.
Tomorrow was the shareholders' meeting of the Song Corporation. At that time, Song Yi'an would officially appear at the meeting.
The Song Corporation was not a small family workshop. It was impossible for Song Yi'an not to be nervous. But unexpectedly, he had insomnia that night. Unable to fall asleep, he got up, hailed a taxi, and reported an address.
At this time, Li Qiyu and Li Juan in the hotel were enjoying the midnight snack sent by the hotel.
Li Juan was eating with oil all over her mouth. Looking at the big villa in front of her, she felt extremely satisfied.
Originally, they planned to stay in an ordinary four - star hotel. But somehow, Mr. Song found out that Mr. Wang had booked economy - class tickets for Li Juan and Li Qiyu. He scolded Mr. Wang, and Mr. Wang quickly upgraded the hotel.
"Madam, I'm really benefiting from you. I never even dared to think about staying in this hotel before, let alone a villa."
Li Qiyu and Li Juan were still staying in the villa they had stayed in last time.
In fact, since Li Qiyu and the others had stayed there, Song Yi'an had asked the hotel to keep this villa empty, specifically for Li Qiyu and the others.
Li Juan stood in front of the huge French window, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Ah, the smell of the rich."
At this moment, Li Qiyu's phone rang. She was gnawing on a duck neck with oil all over her face and didn't answer it.
Not long after, Li Juan's phone also rang.
She couldn't be as willful as Li Qiyu. She took out her phone and saw that it was indeed the workaholic, Mr. Song.
Rarely, this time when Song Yi'an called, it wasn't about work but—
"Is Li Qiyu there?"
Li Juan was very sensible and quickly handed the phone to Li Qiyu.
Li Qiyu took off her disposable gloves, wiped off the oil, and then took the phone from Li Juan.
"Hello."
"Come out."
"Come out?"
Before Li Qiyu could ask more questions, the other side had already hung up the phone.
What on earth was Song Yian up to in the middle of the night?
Li Qiyu got up and walked to the door. She opened the door a crack and could just see Song Yi'an standing under the street lamp at the door.
No wonder he had called her out.
The surprise was clearly written on Li Qiyu's face.
"Why are you here?"
Seeing Li Qiyu's surprised expression, Song Yi'an suddenly felt that all his troubles had vanished.
The feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land was really wonderful. Li Qiyu trotted all the way to Song Yi'an and asked again.
"Why are you here?"
"Like you, on business."
"Are you on a business trip too?"
"Yeah."
At this point, Li Qiyu murmured to herself, "In the past, only imperial envoys traveling incognito were considered on business trips. You modern people really know how to flatter yourselves."
Although he was criticized by Li Qiyu, Song Yi'an showed no sign of being angry.
All he needed to do now was just look at Li Qiyu.
He was like a phone with its battery about to run out, but as soon as Li Qiyu appeared, his battery was instantly fully charged.
A faint smile appeared on Song Yi'an's lips. He really wanted to reach out and touch her, but when his hand reached halfway, it changed direction. He stuck out his thumb and wiped it across Li Qiyu's face.
She had been so engrossed in gnawing on the duck neck that she didn't even notice the oil on her face.
"Wait a minute. I'll go and wipe it clean."
As Li Qiyu was about to go in, Song Yi'an called her.
"No need."
Song Yi'an took out a tissue from his pocket. Under the light of the street lamp, he carefully wiped the oil off Li Qiyu's face bit by bit.
Maybe it was because of the backlight, but at this moment, Li Qiyu seemed to see Zhou Donglin.
She must be crazy.
Just two steps out of the villa was the sea. Li Qiyu and Song Yi'an walked side by side on the beach. Song Yi'an asked, "How's your work?"
"It's going smoothly." Everything had gone without a hitch. Li Qiyu didn't understand why Li Juan thought the work was difficult.
Li Qiyu returned the courtesy and asked, "How about yours?"
"Not very smoothly."
Looking at Song Yi'an like this, he must have encountered a problem.
"What's wrong? Can I help you?"
Li Qiyu was a person who didn't like to owe favors. Song Yi'an had been helping her all the way, and she also wanted to do something for him.
Song Yi'an stared at Li Qiyu steadily and asked, "Do you really want to help me?"
Hearing this, Li Qiyu was unhappy.
"Of course. Do I look like someone who's lying?"
"Then, excuse me."
Before Li Qiyu could figure out what Song Yi'an's so - called "excuse me" meant, her whole body was suddenly pulled by a force—Song Yi'an pulled her into his arms.
Song Yi'an actually hugged her?
Li Qiyu was stunned. Just as she was about to push him away, she suddenly remembered Song Yi'an's words: "Do you really want to help me?"
She could feel Song Yi'an resting his head on her shoulder.
He must be very tired.
Moreover, before, Li Tong had told her that there were many ways to greet people in this world, such as hugging and kissing.
Although Song Yi'an had hugged her for so long and so tightly, it didn't seem like a greeting.
But... just consider it a greeting.
In the end, Li Qiyu couldn't bear to push him away.