QTIMP -Chapter 164 Character Persona – Love Brained (Part 35)

The old man felt both satisfied and worried about his grandson. He feared that the boy might go astray in the future, so he didn’t want such a small matter to ruin the life of his beloved grandson.

It wasn’t just him—none of the other children in the family would dare to go against him. Did they really think that being the “most favored grandson” would give him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted?

Those lessons had been ingrained since childhood. The other kids had been disciplined so thoroughly that even now, they didn’t dare to cross the line.

Watching his grandson busy himself again, the old man leaned on his cane and went out. After a moment’s thought, he decided to call the third son.

He just wanted him to prepare the fifth grandson mentally—after all, brothers should support each other, and there must be no dispute over this matter.

After the old man left, Zhou Chengyu began thinking about Zhou Chenyu’s situation. He wasn’t afraid that the boy would cause trouble, but he didn’t want the old man to worry. At his age, it was better to let him have fewer concerns.

If it weren’t for this consideration, he wouldn’t have let that kid, Shi Xuan, find an opening. But sometimes, being allowed one slip-up was already a gift from heaven.

He wouldn’t gamble that Si Qiu’s next romance would also end in nothing.

At that moment, his phone by the desk vibrated. He quickly picked it up and a smile spread across his face.

It wasn’t the kind of smile that seemed gentle but kept people at a distance. This one was genuine, instantly adding to his charisma.

His fingers tapped rapidly across the screen, sending message after message.

Si Qiu lay on her dorm bed, the glow of the phone screen illuminating her face.

Reading the messages, feeling the back-and-forth sweetness, she knew that while romance couldn’t serve as a main course, it certainly was a king in the dessert world.

Message after message passed between them, and before they knew it, it was very late. Si Qiu, sleepy, sent one last reply and placed the phone under her pillow, falling asleep.

Zhou Chengyu saw her “Good night” message and looked up—already past 1 a.m. He felt a pang of regret: how had time slipped away so quietly?

Chatting this late, and with Qiu Qiu having an early class tomorrow—would she even wake up? Even if she did, there probably wouldn’t be time for breakfast.

Hmm, he made a mental note: he’d bring her breakfast early in the morning.

Right—he had promised her a car. He recalled hearing from those other kids that the Dong family’s boy had gotten a BMW 5 Series.

Without worrying about the hour, he picked up his phone and dialed. The music on the other end played for a long while before it was answered.

A groggy voice sounded, “Hello? Who is this? You better have a reason for calling, or I’ll climb through the phone and strangle you myself.”

A woman mumbled in the background, half-asleep.

“It’s me.”

There was the sound of someone slowly waking, followed by an uncontrollable yawn. “Hmm… Brother Zhou? Sorry, Brother Zhou, I just lay down and was a bit out of it… didn’t realize it was you calling.”

The woman’s voice immediately went silent, leaving only quiet.

Zhou Chengyu didn’t bother with any playful retorts. “I heard you bought a BMW E39 overseas.”

“Yeah, yeah. It just landed three days ago. That car is seriously cool.” The man, like most car enthusiasts, could not resist talking about his prized possession once someone mentioned it, and he began speaking at length.

“Have you driven it yet?” Zhou Chengyu asked. Hearing that it had been on the ground for three days, he worried it might have been driven. If it had, it wouldn’t be suitable for Si Qiu.

Then he decided he’d just find a way to buy another one—it would just take some time.

The man on the other end, whose mood had been interrupted, didn’t mind and stammered out a reply: “Not yet, not yet! I wanted to decorate the car a little more.”

“Perfect, leave it to me. Tomorrow I’ll have someone come to pick it up. You tell me the price. Until then, don’t let anyone else touch my car, and make sure it looks cute and pretty.”

“Oh, oh, okay, okay, Brother Zhou.”

He slammed the phone down with a snap.

The man stared at his phone for a long moment, then ran his hand through his short hair hard.

“No, no, wife, we haven’t even registered our marriage yet, and you’re already running off with someone else?”

But after saying that, he couldn’t help sneaking a little grin.

At that moment, the beautiful woman pressed herself seductively against him. “Brother Dong, who’s that? Calling so late?”

Her eyes rolled mischievously. “I heard you wanted that car. You promised me you’d take me for a drive in it, remember?”

She coquettishly clung to him, rubbing against him.

Normally, such intimate contact would have no barriers—but today, Dong Tianzi pushed her away. The bed was soft, so falling wasn’t painful, but he felt a little embarrassed.

The woman was also a bit flustered. Before she could decide whether to pretend to be angry to get him to comfort her, or hurry over to calm him down,

Dong Tianzi had already picked up her clothes from the floor and tossed them onto the bed, muttering curses under his breath.

“You still dare to mess around, huh? If I touch that car with even a finger, my old man could chop off that finger!”

“That’s enough, can’t explain it to you. Get out, out, out! Don’t show up in front of me again, and don’t drag me into trouble.”

Then he remembered Zhou Chengyu’s instructions to make the car look cute and pretty. “Cute, pretty… what the hell is going on here?”

He started putting his own clothes on, still uneasy. Today he had been keeping watch over the car, watching those people make it “cute and pretty.”

Soon, the young master of the Zhou family would come to pick up the car.

Thinking of this, he chuckled. “The old man always says I’m irresponsible, just playing with women and cars. Now there’s just this one car, and it can catch the attention of the Zhou family’s second young master—let’s see if he likes it.”

His concern for his beautiful wife was soon eclipsed by the thought of impressing his future father-in-law.

Having stayed up all night, with dark circles under his eyes, Dong Tianzi was still brimming with excitement. He discussed with the master craftsman whether the pink trim around the car should be adjusted for better saturation.

“Young Master Dong, it’s really too late,” the craftsman said, with even darker circles than him, his tone and expression full of helplessness.

Just after 1 a.m. last night, they had all been woken up to work on modifying the car, even if it was just a small change to its appearance.

But Young Master Dong’s requests were picky—either the color was too dark, too light, not cute enough, or not bright enough.

Now the owner of the car was about to arrive, and he still wanted to change the color.

As they were arguing over it, the sound of a car horn came from outside. Dong Tianzi quickly looked up and jogged over.

Seeing the driver stop the car, he eagerly went to open the back door, holding his hand up to shield it.