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Chapter 599 - 188: Marrying the Sister Before Going on the Quest, Not Letting Down the Buddha or the Beloved (Daily, Don’t Ask, Skip)_1
Chapter 599: Chapter 188: Marrying the Sister Before Going on the Quest, Not Letting Down the Buddha or the Beloved (Daily, Don’t Ask, Skip)_1
Zhou Weiyi didn’t understand games very well, having only heard Ke Jin mention some relevant content.
It was a game primarily themed around parkour and fighting zombies.
He also brought up a concept Yuan Qiaoqing had never heard of before, called an open world.
Even though Ke Jin had patiently explained that this was a completely new gaming experience that differed from linear world gameplay.
Zhou Weiyi still found it all quite perplexing.
In fact, he wanted to ask,
"Brother, what exactly is this linear world thing?"
But then he thought better of it and dropped the idea.
After all, the top gamer now had a reputation to uphold, and it was unlikely they would do anything to tarnish their own brand.
When it came to game planning, it was best left to the experts, and all he needed to do was arrange for staff to work with the top gamer to set up the offline panoramic theme park within the next six months.
After some lively discussion, Ke Jin once again shook hands with Zhou Weiyi, ready to get up and take his leave.
At that moment, Zhou Weiyi spoke in a rather suggestive tone.
"Ke, wait a moment, someone wants to meet you."
As he said this, his gaze drifted towards the door.
Ke Jin also glanced towards the door accordingly.
Instantly, he saw a petite figure in a beige sweater dart past and then hide away.
Zhou Weiyi’s office had no door, but a door frame had been set up at the connected corridor.
The figure seemed extremely slender and petite, even capable of hiding in the small shadowed space behind the door frame.
Only a section of an A-line skirt that reached the knee was visible, its hem fluttering outside.
It was also being tugged incessantly towards the shadows by a small hand, as if terrified of being seen.
Seeing this, Ke Jin was completely baffled.
Zhou Weiyi, not without amusement, called out towards the doorway.
"Miss, if you don’t come out now, Mr. Ke is going to leave. You were the one who asked me to keep Mr. Ke here a moment ago."
As he spoke, Zhou Weiyi also looked apologetically at Ke Jin.
"Ke, when you came just now, didn’t I ask you to wait downstairs for a while? It was because of this matter. Upon hearing that you were coming to East Intelligence, our miss wanted to find an opportunity to meet you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sweet, girlish voice came through.
"I... I got it... I’ll come out..."
Although her voice was soft, it didn’t sound forced, as if it was her natural voice.
And the next moment, when the petite figure stepped out from the doorway with her head down and hands behind her back,
Ke Jin was slightly taken aback.
This...
Wasn’t this the Disney princess who liked to cut in line that he had met a few days ago at the amusement park?
Back then, Ke Jin thought she was particularly strange.
Clearly she cut in line quite rudely, but it felt as if she had been violated in doing so.
After riding on the donkey ride, she had run off with her face flushed and her skirt in hand.
Ke Jin was still wondering what was up with her.
And yet, here she was again today.
And judging by Zhou Weiyi’s tone,
This cute, petite girl
appeared to be the precious gem of East Intelligence Group?
"Alright, to use our miss’s words, an old Deng like me shouldn’t eavesdrop on your young people’s conversation. Talk things through here properly," Zhou Weiyi said meaningfully as he patted Ke Jin’s shoulder, "I’m off."
"I... I didn’t call you old Deng..." Yuan Qiaoqing muttered softly.
"Oh? Does that mean I, Zhou, am still young?" Zhou Weiyi’s eyes lit up.
"No, ’old Deng’ is a term of respect I use for my dad at home."
Zhou Weiyi: "..."
This world is too crazy.
Since when did ’old Deng’ become a term of respect?
Shaking his head in bemusement, Zhou Weiyi then strode out of the office to personally check on the other employees’ work.
That meant, the office would definitely not be disturbed for a while.
Yuan Qiaoqing timidly approached, stopping a few steps away from Ke Jin, and said quietly with her head down,
"I’m... sorry..."
The girl seemed to have spent a lot of time on her appearance today, her beautiful face was clearly made up, but it matched her skin so well that it was hardly noticeable.
Ke Jin could even sense that every strand of her hair had been neatly combed.
Her outfit was well-coordinated, and she carried a faint, indescribable fragrance that Ke Jin couldn’t quite place.
"Sorry?"
"I... I apologize for my rudeness that day... I didn’t know... what happened, it just..." Yuan Qiaoqing found herself quite nervous, her heart even beating so hard it hurt.
Normally she could slam her fists on the table and glare at her own ’old Deng,’ causing a ruckus throughout East Intelligence Group.
But facing Ke Jin up close,
Yuan Qiaoqing found she couldn’t even get a full sentence out without breaking it into several parts.
With her hands behind her back, head down, looking at her own dainty girls’ round-toed leather shoes, the inner side of the shoes tilted slightly outward as she stood pigeon-toed.
In a place where Ke Jin couldn’t see, her tiny toes involuntarily curled up.
She felt like her whole body was exerting force.
After a moment, Yuan Qiaoqing whispered again,
"Actually, I’m your fan..."
"Oh?" Ke Jin was a bit surprised but noticing the girl seemed too nervous to the point of trembling, he smiled and said, "Let’s sit down to talk."
If you had told me you were a fan earlier.
Mr. Ke’s demeanor towards fans is quite different from how he treats strangers!
Also, while standing, Mr. Ke felt that perhaps because of his own height, he might be imposing on this small girl who was barely 155 centimeters tall.
Soon, the two were seated on a large sofa in the office.
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