QTIMP -Chapter 180 Character Persona – Overachiever (Part 12)

“Big sister, can I get your contact info?”

Others might not notice, but after saying this, his whole body was trembling.

Dong Xinyuan took out her phone, and they exchanged numbers and added each other on WeChat.

When they came back to their senses, they saw Tang Chaoyun grabbing Si Qiu’s wrist, pulling her up.

But Si Qiu showed no mercy and slapped him across the face with her other hand.

“Can you be a bit more sensible? Don’t you see what kind of place this is, making a scene here? Secretary Li, take your CEO home immediately.”

Si Qiu didn’t feel guilty for being caught; she just thought the situation had become too awkward.

Tang Chaoyun’s face was turned to the side from the slap, and flashes of memories appeared before his eyes—the same lighting, the same scene, only their positions had been reversed at the time.

Si Qiu had gone up to fight Qiao Nana, and he had used his arm to block her; under the force, Si Qiu had fallen. The exact same words were spoken.

Then someone noticed blood flowing between Si Qiu’s legs, the glaring red immediately causing chaos.

He carried her to the hospital, and as a result, his second child was lost.

He lifted his head to look at Si Qiu again, his voice dark and hoarse in ways that were hard to describe. “So this… is revenge?”

Si Qiu shook her right hand, still sore from the slap, and rubbed her left wrist, aching from being tightly held.

Hearing his words, she sighed slightly. “There’s no revenge here. I accepted the consequences of the choices I made at the time. But now, in my current position, I also understand your actions back then. So you should understand my actions now too. Don’t make things awkward—just go back.”

And just like that, the matter ended abruptly. Both groups left in their cars.

However, in the group chat of the four people including Tang Chaoyun, messages were flying fast.

Feng Yue Wu Bian: Hmm, I’d say our sister-in-law has really stiffened up.

Please Don’t Touch My Wife: This counts as karmic retribution!

Feng Yue Wu Bian: Looking at it this way, such a woman is really hard to handle!

Please Don’t Touch My Wife: Haha, you’d better follow my example and just take care of cars—women are too much trouble.

Feng Yue Wu Bian: Hey, why are only the two of us talking? Where’s that guy? @Pang Bo Da Yu

Pang Bo Da Yu: Take care of cars? Of course, I take care of women. Does your car call you “brother”? Does your car kiss you? My car…

A string of messages made the other two feel like this guy had been possessed.

Wu Ying drove the car, with Si Qiu and Dong Xinyuan in the back.

“Oh dear, this time it’s my fault—it made this bar look bad. Next time, we’ll go somewhere more private.”

Si Qiu got out at the villa’s entrance, and Tang Chaoyun followed; his car stayed behind.

Si Qiu didn’t stop him from entering—some things still needed to be clarified. Inside, Song Huaiyi was at the door, arranging slippers and taking her bag.

She followed behind Tang Chaoyun, and on this cool summer night, she suddenly felt a bit hot—oh, that’s because there was a hat on her head again, the color of the grasslands.

“Mr. Tang, please come inside.”

Song Huaiyi’s voice was clear and refreshing, naturally putting people at ease and lowering their guard.

Tang Chaoyun, however, felt that the atmosphere was full of provocation. He walked over calmly, only to find Si Qiu leaning sideways in the main seat.

He misstepped slightly and sat down beside her. The butler, Song Huaiyi, brought over an unopened bottle of mineral water and freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

With a bright, sunny smile, he said, “I really apologize, Mr. Tang. Since it’s already late and the young lady prefers fresh drinks and not too much extravagance, the prepared beverages aren’t quite enough. I can only trouble you to have some water.”

His tone carried sincere apology, and he even bowed, yet the smile on his face was cheeky enough to provoke Si Qiu’s disdainful side-eye from top to bottom.

Tang Chaoyun didn’t even glance at him. This complete disregard—the utter ignoring—was the highest form of humiliation a superior could give a subordinate.

Song Huaiyi knew better than to overstep, bowed slightly, then stepped back, walking around the sofa to stand behind Si Qiu.

“It’s getting late. If you have something to say, just say it straight.”

Tang Chaoyun loosened one button of his collar. “Si Qiu, you should understand—we are not divorced yet.”

Si Qiu blinked, as if she didn’t understand why he said that.

Tang Chaoyun leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“I hope you will watch your words and actions, and not tarnish the Tang family or my reputation.”

Si Qiu responded with a single line, then immediately laughed. “I think I’ve restrained myself more than you. When you do these things, you don’t consider my face or the Tang family’s. Why should I have to consider anything when I do them?”

Then, slapping her hands together, she feigned surprise. “Oh, I get it. Probably because you think you’ve contributed financially, so you feel entitled to make demands.”

Si Qiu straightened in her seat. “But now I don’t need your living expenses, so I don’t need to care about your feelings either. So the request you just made—I refuse it.”

She spread her hands as she spoke.

Tang Chaoyun pressed his lips together. “I know I was wrong last time. I can apologize. After all, we still have Tang Che. I will try to consider your feelings and reputation in the future and won’t repeat what happened last time.”

Si Qiu twirled a strand of her hair. “Whether you ‘try’ or ‘definitely do it,’ it makes no difference to me now. Because when I reached out and touched the life you once had, I realized how comfortable that life was. So I see no reason to force myself to change it. As for Che’er—that’s your son, Tang Chaoyun’s son, the grandson of Madame Tang. What does he have to do with me, Si Qiu?”

Tang Chaoyun furrowed his brow tightly, his gaze locked on her face. He couldn’t understand how a person could change so drastically in such a short time.

Si Qiu used to care deeply about Tang Che. Whenever he missed appointments or bad news came out, as long as he brought Tang Che over for a meal with her, she would stop causing a fuss and quietly continue being his Tang wife.

But now… it seemed like she didn’t care at all.

“Si Qiu, who hasn’t made mistakes? I didn’t really cheat. I don’t think we need to reach the point of divorce. And you should know, according to the prenuptial agreement, if we do divorce, you wouldn’t get much anyway.”

Si Qiu sighed. “Chaoyun, that’s exactly why I worked so hard to earn money back then! Now I don’t need alimony to survive. As for you saying it’s not yet at the point of divorce—well, we have reached a point where we truly cannot continue peacefully. After all, there’s a life between us!”