QTIMP -Chapter 230 Character Persona – Fool (Part 26)

Elias was so irritated by her that he cursed under his breath, then immediately softened and coaxed her in a low, placating tone.

“Qiuqiu, don’t talk like that. Don’t you just want to have a daughter? Then we’ll have one, okay?”

Hearing that, Si Qiu finally quieted down, though she was still puffing with anger.

Elias let out a sigh of relief and gently rubbed the arm and shoulder he had just been holding.

Then he said softly, “Qiuqiu, from now on, if I do something wrong or you have any requests, just tell me directly. Even if you’re upset, it’s fine if you slap me a few times. And if that’s still not enough, cold weapons or hot weapons—take your pick. But from now on, don’t say things like breaking up when you’re angry, okay?”

Hearing this, Si Qiu started to wonder if always shouting about breaking up really wasn’t a good habit.

She wasn’t very smart—whenever someone criticized her after she did something, she couldn’t help but start doubting herself. But then she remembered what her mother once said.

Her mother had told her that whether others thought something was right or wrong didn’t matter that much. As long as she herself was happy, that was enough.

But when she thought about separating from him, she realized she wouldn’t be that happy. So, somewhat reluctantly, she nodded.

“Mm, alright. But you’re not allowed to say such outrageous things anymore. If my mom hears it in the afterlife, she’ll be sad.”

Elias pulled her closer into his arms. “Alright, alright, we’ll listen to Mom. I promise I’ll work hard so you can get pregnant as soon as possible.”

Hearing that, Si Qiu nodded in satisfaction. “That’s more like it. You’re not the one who has to give birth anyway. At most, you’ll just be the one raising the child later. Why are you making such a fuss?”

Elias felt like something about that statement was off, yet also somehow not wrong. He sighed and went along with her, admitting fault.

Sure enough, what his old Chinese teacher said was true—Chinese really was profound and full of nuance.

Behind Martin trailed a group of people. They watched their boss sitting on the sightseeing car, coaxing and kissing her to calm her down.

He didn’t care at all about the slap earlier or the punches and kicks just now. It was truly eye-opening for them.

The chubby nurse beside them nudged Martin and said, “Good thing you didn’t go through with it. Otherwise, that slap would’ve landed on your face.”

Martin shot her a glare. “What do you mean ‘go through with it’? Just because I can’t have children doesn’t mean I can’t sleep with someone. You’re making it sound like the boss wanted me castrated.”

The nurse curled her lips. “You’ve got some nerve, even thinking about cutting the boss.”

“Hey, how can you slander me like that?”

The two bickered back and forth, naturally drawing the attention of the pair on the sightseeing car. Embarrassed, Si Qiu reached out, wanting to pinch Elias.

But his muscles were too firm—she couldn’t get a grip at all.

Seeing her struggle, Elias even worried that her hand might hurt. At the same time, he felt helpless about his subordinates. With no other choice, he started up the sightseeing car and headed straight back to the villa area.

He couldn’t let Si Qiu stay embarrassed any longer. If she got so embarrassed that she turned angry again, he would be the one to suffer. Besides, didn’t they want to have a daughter within two years? If they didn’t hurry up and “work hard,” how could that happen?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure.

If he had been born in China, he would’ve known—this was the mental torment brought by constant pressure to marry and have children.

From the day Si Qiu received her mother’s message, exactly one month had passed. They would take a ship to the nearest country, then transfer to a plane back to China.

When the ship docked at Guni’ao, a group of heavily armed men in black suits stood on both sides at the front of the deck.

The ordinary people at the dock kept their distance, while only a group of black-haired, dark-eyed individuals stood opposite them.

They watched as Elias, dressed in a gray suit, held the hand of a young woman in a beige qipao and slowly walked down from the deck.

There was no embroidery on the qipao, yet under the sunlight it shimmered with rippling light, appearing both elegant and refined, yet undeniably luxurious.

Elias was already striking—his delicate features, tall and upright figure, and the aura of danger he had developed from years of dealing in arms and moving through the shadows.

He was the kind of man who naturally drew attention. But now, beside him was a woman even more eye-catching.

The girl was over 1.65 meters tall, her figure gracefully accentuated by the fitted qipao.

Her skin glowed with a lustrous sheen, her features were exquisitely beautiful, her red lips soft and vivid, and her jet-black hair was pinned up, secured with a translucent jade hairpin.

On her wrist, she wore only an old-fashioned silver bracelet.

Yet even with such a simple adornment, she shone brilliantly—no one could ignore her despite the tense atmosphere and Elias’s imposing presence.

“Mr. Fang, sorry to trouble you.”

Elias greeted him, and Si Qiu also nodded in acknowledgment. Fang Yiming discreetly sized her up; seeing her rosy complexion and bright, clear eyes, he knew she had been doing well during this time.

While relieved, he also felt a faint trace of disappointment.

“Mr. Wittelsbach, you’re too polite. Shall we rest for a while, or head straight to the plane?”

After hearing this, Si Qiu gently tugged at Elias’s hand.

Elias held her hand, gave it a light squeeze, and offered her a reassuring look.

Then he turned to Fang Yiming. “The private jet is already arranged. Let’s board as soon as possible.”

Fang Yiming nodded. The group got into the waiting cars and headed for the airport. Sitting in the extended Rolls-Royce, Elias kept comforting Si Qiu.

However, ever since boarding the ship, Si Qiu had been in low spirits.

Neither games nor videos on her phone could hold her attention. She would often stare blankly into the distance, and then suddenly her eyes would redden.

Over the past two days, he had been carefully coaxing her—making sure she ate and slept properly, worried she might wear down her body like this.

At moments like this, he resented himself for being too selfish. Why had he delayed this matter until now, leaving such a heavy burden in Qiuqiu’s heart?

Each tear that fell from her eyes hurt him more than when he himself bled from injuries. He didn’t even bother exchanging pleasantries with Fang Yiming—one moment he was taking out precious jewelry, the next offering games on his phone.

But no matter how he tried to comfort her, she remained listless.

At that moment, Fang Yiming, seated beside them, spoke up.

“I heard Miss Si Qiu has just started her senior year and will soon begin her internship. Do you have any particular place in mind?”

Si Qiu sniffled, her voice slightly hoarse, but she politely shook her head and replied softly, “I haven’t thought about it yet. Doesn’t the internship only start in the second half of the year?”

Fang Yiming adjusted his glasses and smiled. “You’re majoring in Chinese Language and Literature. There are quite a lot of career options. You could even consider opportunities elsewhere.”

Elias wanted to say that she didn’t need an internship at all—that she could do whatever she wished. But seeing that her attention had been successfully diverted, he held back.

Fang Yiming was socially adept, Si Qiu was simple-hearted, and with Elias’s indulgence, the conversation quickly drifted further. Gradually, Si Qiu’s mood visibly began to lift.