QTIMP -Chapter 236 Character Persona – Fool (Part 32)

Elias didn’t let him off just because of that sentence. He only asked calmly, “Do you know why I turned on you?”

The remaining men all shook their heads in unison.

Elias glanced at his phone again. “I heard that some time ago, your boss took in a snakehead who fled from Southeast Asia.”

That immediately triggered their memories. Not long ago, this very man had been relentlessly targeting several human trafficking rings operating in Southeast Asia.

Their boss had sheltered that man purely to extract information about the money hidden in those secret accounts.

Realizing this, the man in front of him began trembling even harder.

“That was all the boss’s idea. We can hand him over to you right now.”

Elias put his gun away. “Do it quickly.”

Then he turned and walked out, his subordinates following closely behind as they swiftly left the scene.

The negotiation had finally ended—an absolute victory—but Elias’s face remained dark. He refused the other party’s hospitality and left without a word.

On the way, they were ambushed. A cruel smile appeared on his face. He rejected his subordinates’ suggestion that he retreat first, grabbed his weapon, got out of the car, and efficiently eliminated the attackers.

His body radiated such a chilling aura that even his own men fell silent, almost grateful for the ambush. After all, if their boss didn’t get to vent his anger here, they would be the ones suffering once they returned.

But no one expected that a stray bullet would hit the phone he kept in his chest pocket. It was instantly destroyed beyond repair.

Elias suddenly felt as if the sky had collapsed. He froze for a moment, then looked toward the attackers hiding behind the vehicle. The look in his eyes told them they would be lucky just to die from a single shot.

When he returned to the hotel, Martin, who had been waiting there, came up and asked, “What happened?”

Freya looked at the man striding ahead with his long legs, heading quickly toward the room. Frowning deeply, she lowered her voice and said,

“He was chatting with Miss Si Qiu, and his phone got smashed by the attackers. Be careful when you go in to treat his wounds later.”

Martin sighed bitterly, carrying the medical kit as he quickly followed the boss into the room.

Elias had just finished showering and was sitting on the bed, staring silently at some unknown point. Martin carefully applied medicine to his wounds.

Freya came in holding a new phone.

Elias immediately took it, opened the chat with the other person, and sure enough, there was a red notification dot.

The last message he had sent from the meeting room was: “Qiuqiu, you will always like me, right?”

Below it was a new reply from Si Qiu: “How deep is our love? Deep as the evening rain in autumn mountains.”

Elias wasn’t very familiar with classical poetry, but he did recognize the words “deep love.”

He exited the chat and quickly searched the meaning online. Then Martin and Freya suddenly felt it—the room that had been as cold as a freezer just moments ago had unexpectedly warmed up again.

Si Qiu was in class when her phone started buzzing nonstop with messages.

Finally, when class ended, she opened her phone. As expected, her chat with Elias was flooded with over twenty messages. The first few were voice messages.

Perhaps realizing she wasn’t replying, and that she was likely in class, he had switched to text instead.

Si Qiu knew Elias’s Chinese—he could speak and understand fairly well, but his writing was poor. In simple terms, he didn’t recognize many characters yet.

But he had sent over a dozen messages to Si Qiu, all in Chinese, and not a single character was wrong. Each message was a long block of text.

Si Qiu not only listened to the voice messages he had sent earlier, but also read every word of the later text messages carefully.

And then she replied very seriously, one by one.

Although Si Qiu was a bit foolish, her mother had taught her basic manners and how to interact with people. Since the other party was so serious about sending messages, of course she should reply just as seriously.

She replied one message at a time. On Elias’s side, he read each reply carefully, and before receiving any response, he had been carefully savoring that line of poetry.

He even looked up the origin of the poem, its author, and its detailed explanation, projected it all out, and read it word by word.

When he reached the final explanation of the poem—“(I love you very, very much)”—a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

The person who came to deliver wine to him was so frightened he almost knelt down on the spot.

Si Qiu didn’t like people suddenly trying to curry favor with her either, so the next time someone confessed to her, she publicly admitted she already had a boyfriend.

And that they planned to get married after graduation, which made some people give up.

Elias, who had just been happily curled up by that single line of poetry, became even more delighted upon hearing the news. Various jewelry, antiques, and paintings were sent over like flowing water.

He even bought some domestic assets and transferred some of the shares under his name over to her.

When Si Qiu was picked up from school by the driver and returned to the house, Butler Zhou dutifully took her schoolbag. “Miss, you can wash up now. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Si Qiu nodded and ran lightly to the bathroom.

Just as she sat down at the dining table, Elias made a video call.

He seemed to be in a car, and the road wasn’t smooth—the ride was very bumpy.

“Just got out of school?” His voice was hoarse from not drinking water for a long time.

“Yes!” Si Qiu said while eating. “Elias, where are you going? Why haven’t you eaten yet?”

Elias’s lips were a little pale, but his smile remained bright. “Baby, we’re in different time zones.”

Si Qiu nodded while chewing, listening to his instructions on the other end.

Until suddenly, a loud explosion sounded.

Startled, Si Qiu dropped her spoon into the bowl.

Elias’s eyes instantly turned cold, but when he looked at the frightened person on the video, he quickly put on a smile again.

“Sorry, baby. Just testing some weapons. Did I scare you?”

Si Qiu believed him and shook her head, continuing to eat.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is it? Did your professor praise you?”

Si Qiu shook her head. “No. I just… I’m not pregnant.”

The man who had remained unfazed even under artillery fire instantly had his expression darken.

His Adam’s apple moved rapidly, and then he said hoarsely, “Qiuqiu, I think that’s unfair. You know it’s hard for us to meet right now. Isn’t your two-year limit a bit too short?”

Si Qiu frowned and thought for a moment. “Then I’ll extend it by one year.”

Seeing that Elias still wanted to say something, she continued, frowning, “Elias, the best age for male fertility is between 25 and 35. But my child must be the best, so I set it at 27 to 32. Because you smoked and drank before, it affected your health and will speed up bodily decline. So we need to bring the time forward by one year—meaning before you turn 31. You’re 29 this year. Calculate it yourself—what’s wrong with my timeline? Also, how’s your quitting smoking and drinking going lately?”