Chapter Fourteen: The Night of the Crimson Robe

  The pattern is divided into several groups from the center to the surroundings, with intricate and complex-looking flowers and leaves on top. However, upon closer inspection, it's clear that they are not only symmetrical up and down and left and right but also layered from inside to outside in a harmonious and balanced way. The colors are vibrant and full of rich Iranian national style, and amazingly, it was all hand-woven by local people.

  Haiying walked back and forth on the carpet, her eyes shining with rare fervor, "Indeed, the workmanship is exquisite, unparalleled in beauty. I didn't expect you to put the best one on the floor."

  A tall young man in a white sportswear stood beside him, nodding slightly, with a hint of intoxication flashing in his fox-like eyes: "Of course, this is where its value lies. At that time, I saw the hollow and three-dimensional weaving on the spot, but unfortunately, due to time constraints, I missed the appreciation of the double-sided carpet weaving process."

  "What a pity, I liked the double-sided carpet the most."

  "What a coincidence, I am too. However, three-dimensional weaving is also extraordinary, it's a very large and complex craft, the superb technology really makes one gasp in admiration..."

  ……

  I was stroking the small, delicate purple sand cup in my hand with my fingertips while listening numbly to those two people's endless discussion about Iranian carpets. Next to me, Xiao Yu was discussing with Mu Mu whether the male lead in her latest work should die a tragic death or not, and Ah Qian was enthusiastically drinking the so-called "King of Tea" - Da Hong Pao. Although she claimed it was because the tea was really too delicious that she couldn't help but finish pot after pot, I think she just wanted to make Wen Zhi Li spend a lot of money, as this Da Hong Pao was something he had bought at a high price from an auction.

  The man who is talking with Haeyoung on the carpet is Munji Lee.

  15 minutes ago

  "Heavens, I'm actually sitting on an antique that's over a thousand years old! Is this considered desecrating cultural relics?!"

  As soon as the door of the private room was pushed open, I heard Xiaoyu exclaim in surprise. Immediately after that, a soft laughter followed: "Of course, if you think helping it achieve its self-worth is trampling on it."

  I thought that such a low voice couldn't belong to any of the men I knew, so it must be Mr. Wen who had returned from dealing with an emergency.

  "You're so slow!" Little Yu shouted casually as she saw us.

  The private room had more things than before, but against the bright background, the only thing I noticed was the white mass next to her that was particularly eye-catching. I poked Haisakura's waist and whispered: "This enchanting creature can actually defeat A-Qian, I suddenly feel like we're very pathetic."

  The sea cherry didn't pay attention to me, because the demoness had already walked in front of us with a smile, and upon closer inspection, her fox-like eyes under her slanted eyebrows were even more enchanting: "These two must be Yaoyao and Haixing, indeed pleasing to the eye. I am Qin Shallow's senior in university, surname Wen, name Zhili," paused for a moment and added, "also known as Zhili who knows astronomy and geography."

  Haiying didn't have a big reaction to his "profound" self-introduction, and calmly shook hands with him, saying "Yu Haiying", before walking around and sitting down.

  "Brilliant!" I also stretched out my hand and shook hands with him, but when I wanted to pull it back, I found that my hand was grasped tightly, and I was stunned for a moment.

  "According to Qin Shallow, Yaoyao opened a dessert shop near the university town and became a boss at such a young age, it's really impressive." He smiled at me with his eyes narrowed.

  I paused for a moment: "Where, where, it's nothing to be one's own boss, but to climb up to be a boss by oneself is the best skill."

  He turned around and glanced at A Qian, then looked at me with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Oh, is it? It seems that Old White knows a lot about me."

  "I'm ashamed, there's nothing else, but I just found out tonight." I quite enjoyed his "Boss Bai".

  He smiled and said: "Because I rarely go to night market street, so I don't quite understand the situation there. It's really sorry that I couldn't go to help earlier."

  "It's okay, just remember to bring more people next time." I waved my hand and said seriously, "However, Wen, before you make some profit for me, if you keep holding my hand like this, I'll think you've fallen in love with me at first sight."

  He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, slowly releasing his hand, a hint of a smile in his fox-like eyes: "I'm really sorry, because it's the first time I've seen Director Bai, and my curiosity got the better of me for a moment."

  As a woman who is enthusiastic about studying "love between men", I don't quite understand what this charming guy sees in me, an opposite sex. Moreover, it's our first meeting, could he have seen me before? Looking at his sparkling eyes under the light, I patiently wait for him to finish speaking.

  He chuckled softly: "Boss Bai is indeed a humorous and special person, no wonder..." He didn't continue speaking, but instead raised his arm, "Please take a seat, the best Da Hong Pao tea."

  I only now noticed that the suite was decorated with a dark-colored root-carved tea table, on which was placed a complete set of purple sand tea sets, and white smoke was slowly rising from the top of the pot. Next to the tea table were six purple-red wooden chairs with backs, just enough for six people.

  "I didn't know there was a socket here." I exclaimed, pointing at the small electric stove.

  "A faint voice replied: 'Even the bathroom has one, how could such a small socket be missing?'"

  I was startled by those slightly swollen eyes: "Mu Mu you... what's wrong?"

  "She's fine, just scared by the ghost of a certain someone." A-Qing glanced at Wen Zhili with a cold expression and roughly explained what had happened. After listening, I felt like the cool breeze on my head had turned into a sinister wind.

  Originally, after I and Haiyan went to the bathroom, MuMu was bored and started looking at the carpet. At that moment when she was staring blankly at a certain spot, the carpet suddenly moved by itself. She thought it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but when she reached out to touch it, she felt an icy hand. Before she could even let out a scream, she saw a pale face with no expression, and then... she burst into tears.

  "It's like a horror version of 'The Picture on the Wall', no, a thriller!" Momo said in a low voice, her eyes reddening again.

  Wen Zhi Li's face turned slightly red with embarrassment: "I really didn't think, someone would stand outside the bathroom." Then his gaze tilted slightly, "Not putting up a sign was indeed my oversight, you don't need to re-examine it again, next time I won't make this mistake." A shallow hum came from Ah Qian's closed mouth.

  I thought about the scene and felt that if it were me, I would probably pass out directly. I couldn't help but quietly touch Momo's head, what a brave kid. However, I still feel like something is off. Suddenly, I remembered the content on the sticky note and asked him tentatively: "So, by 'short-lived and sudden emergency event', you're referring to the incident in the bathroom upstairs?"

  He took a sip of tea, nodded seriously and continued to add: "Because I've been having some internal heat lately, my digestive function hasn't been great, and I haven't had a bowel movement for several days. Today, I carelessly ate someone's noodles, so..."

  I stroked my forehead and interrupted him: "Are you sure you want to show us this face and talk about such a vulgar topic like constipation?" In the subconscious of girls, handsome guys never squat in toilets, those who squat in toilets are never handsome guys.

  "This topic seems to have been brought up by Old White first. And," he looked at me deeply, "to correct a bit, it's diarrhea not constipation."

  “……”

  After rambling on for a few more sentences, Haiying suddenly asked about the origin of the carpet in the private room, and the two ethnic characteristic craftsmanship enthusiasts immediately hit it off, starting a long academic professional discussion.

  I took another sip of the slightly reddish liquid in my cup, and Ah Qian, who was holding the teapot, immediately wanted to refill it, but I firmly stopped her. After a few minutes, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat: "Do you know why there isn't even a sofa here?" This chair is really not ordinary, and for someone like me who's used to sitting on sofas, it's torture.

  A shallow voice lazily replied: "Of course, equipment for tea gatherings must be complete, that's what was said."

  Xiaoyu also turned around and said: "Yaoyao, don't be ignorant, this small leaf purple sandalwood chair was bought back by Wen Zhili from India. It's the highest grade among purple sandalwoods, and it takes hundreds or even thousands of years to grow into timber. What we're sitting on is thousand-year-old purple sandalwood, a cultural relic-level antique!"

  I murmured in a daze and looked up at the ceiling: "Is there no going back?"