Contract Marriage: The Tycoon's Pampered Wife-Chapter 63 - 0: I have something to tell you (3 updates)

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Chapter 63: 063: I have something to tell you (3 updates)

Eastern Equestrian Club.

In the luxuriously decorated restaurant, glasses clinked and laughter filled the air.

Today was a reunion of old friends: Quan Yu, Qiao Yishen, Chi Zhengjun, and a man wearing a black traditional Chinese jacket.

He was thirty-two or thirty-three. The black material of his traditional jacket was deep and felt substantial. The fasteners beneath his Adam’s apple were tightly done, and his elbows rested casually on the table’s edge. Silver thread embroidered a pattern of a dragon soaring among auspicious clouds on the cuffs, lending him an air of restrained, scholarly elegance.

"Langjun, have you finished your business? Do you plan to head back tomorrow, or will you stay a few more days?" Chi Zhengjun asked after taking a sip of his drink.

The man in the traditional jacket was named Gu Langjun. He had emigrated to Singapore with his parents when he was young. Although he grew up abroad, he had a special fondness for things with Chinese flair.

These men had become acquainted during their university days in the United States and, despite the years since their graduation, had maintained their friendship.

Gu Langjun sported a slicked-back hairstyle favored by businessmen, with short hair at the temples that revealed a broad forehead. His facial features were sharp, with particularly distinctive brow bones. Even without furrowing his brows, a faint pattern of three vertical lines was visible between them, adding a touch of severity and an air of inapproachability.

"The seven o’clock flight tonight," he spoke, his voice deeper than the average man’s. "There’s been a bit of trouble at headquarters."

Chi Zhengjun said, "When will you move the headquarters to Shencheng? Then we could hang out whenever we want."

Gu Langjun idly played with two agate-red walnuts in his left hand. "That’s not something that can be done overnight."

As they talked, Quan Yu’s phone began to vibrate.

Qiao Yishen looked at him and chuckled. "Can’t you even have a quiet meal? How many calls have you taken already?"

Quan Yu took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. After downing his drink, he gestured with his empty glass to his three friends and stood up to step outside.

"Drink less," Chi Zhengjun said. "If you get drunk later, no one will be carrying you back."

The call was from Lai Yang.

She said she and Ning Guiwan wanted to go horse riding and asked if he was still there.

After hanging up, Quan Yu stood in the draft for a while, letting the cold wind blow over him, which cleared his head of much of the alcohol fumes.

A vast expanse of grassland spread before him, tinged with the unique, withered yellow of autumn, stretching seemingly endlessly. In the distance, two horses galloped in his direction. Quan Yu watched until he could make out the riders’ features, then retracted his gaze and lowered his head to tap open the call log on his phone.

Before Lai Yang, the call had come from Quan Shengyu.

The words Quan Shengyu had spoken in front of Old Mrs. Quan were like a pebble thrown into a lake, stirring up a brief flurry of waves that quickly subsided into silence.

This was something Quan Yu had anticipated.

Yet, at the same time, Quan Shengyu’s words were like a preventive jab.

Quan Yu scrolled down a few pages and found Wei Chaolian’s number.

He dialed the number, exchanged a few brief words, and then hung up.

Upon returning to the private dining room, Chi Zhengjun was teasing Gu Langjun, "I heard the young fiancée your family found for you ran away from home, annoyed that you’re divorced, old, and ugly?"

Gu Langjun seemed indifferent, rotating a walnut in his palm with fair, slender fingers. He said in his deep voice, "It’s just the elders’ wishful thinking. It doesn’t count for anything."

The Eastern Equestrian Club was built in a suburban ecological park. When Lai Yang drove Ning Guiwan there, it was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.

Her earlier call to Quan Yu to ask if he was still there had just been a feeler. As if she wanted to hang out with some old man! There’s a generation gap!

She only came over with Ning Guiwan after her second uncle said, "I have friends here. You two can go have fun on your own."

The two of them changed into their riding outfits and boots, put on helmets, and went to the stables to pick out horses.

Lai Yang chose a tall, stately white horse. Ning Guiwan’s mind wasn’t on this, so she casually pointed at the chestnut horse beside the white one.

As it was their first visit, they could only practice in a small, fenced area. The instructor droned on about techniques and safety measures, yet Ning Guiwan’s gaze couldn’t help but drift toward the vast grasslands not far away.

Several people were galloping freely on the field, but the person she especially wanted to see at this moment was not among them.

A slight, unavoidable disappointment settled in her heart.

After riding a couple of rounds with Lai Yang, Ning Guiwan lost all interest and took off her helmet. "I’m going to the restroom."

Lai Yang, in high spirits, gripped the horse’s sides with her legs and waved the hand holding her riding crop perfunctorily.

When Ning Guiwan came out of the restroom, she didn’t go back but walked to the glass door at the end of the corridor. Right outside the door, steps led down to the expansive grassland. She was leaning against the door, idly enjoying the breeze, when Song Changfeng, her university roommate from Britain, called.

"I only saw the news about Tianchi Group today. Are you doing okay?"

Ning Guiwan replied indifferently, "Hmm, pretty good."

"Do you need my help? I have a classmate who studied in the United States and is now interning at Muddy Waters LLC..."

"No need, Changfeng," Ning Guiwan interrupted his kind offer. "Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. This might not necessarily be a bad thing for Tianchi."

As they spoke, she caught sight of a black horse galloping toward them from the horizon.

After a moment of silence, Song Changfeng resumed, "If you need help, perhaps you can go find..."

Ning Guiwan didn’t catch the end of Song Changfeng’s sentence.

The black horse approached, and atop it was none other than Quan Yu.

The man pulled the reins taut. Under the sunlight, the black horse’s front hooves pawed the air as it reared and neighed mightily.

Ning Guiwan was suddenly transfixed.

In that instant, it was as if time stood still. The man’s gaze was piercing, sunlight gilding his outline. His English-style riding attire sculpted his tall, imposing figure. For a fleeting moment, he resembled the bronze equestrian statue of Peter the Great in Decembrists’ Square—valiant, majestic, and bursting with heroic energy.

"Guiwan, are you listening to me?"

From the phone, Song Changfeng didn’t get a response and raised his voice.

Ning Guiwan snapped back to reality. Quan Yu was already dismounting, handing his reins and crop to a staff member.

"I’ve got something to take care of. Let’s talk next time."

She hung up and ran towards Quan Yu.

Quan Yu was walking in the opposite direction. Ning Guiwan’s gaze locked onto him, and she herself was unaware of the faint stirring of joy within her heart.

"Uncle Yu..." Hearing someone call from behind, Quan Yu finally stopped.

He turned around.

The girl who had run up behind him was panting, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, her beautiful eyes clear and bright.

She raised a hand to push aside a strand of hair stuck to her cheek by sweat. Her smile held a touch of joy as she asked, "I have something to say to you. Do you have a moment?"