183: Chapter 183 Aren't you afraid the production team will come after you later?

"It's my first time here, how would I know the way?"

Qin Xun said matter-of-factly.

Xia Ning: "..."

"Then what did you mean by writing 'Chengdu'?"

Qin Xun walked ahead without turning back, making things up as he went.

"Didn't I see An Ke's social media post that day?"

"She posted a selfie of herself drinking tea at the entrance of The Little Tavern, with the caption: 'Business trip in September, late night, weeping willows, The Little Tavern, and I am drinking tea.'"

"I felt inspired and wrote this song."

Xia Ning looked around; morning mist, streetlights, lake water, weeping willows.

It was poetic and picturesque.

She thought about how Qin Xun stood on stage last night and gave a soulful "confession" to An Ke in front of millions of netizens.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at Qin Xun's back.

"So, was this song actually sung for An Ke?"

Qin Xun heard the footsteps behind him stop. He turned around and saw Xia Ning standing quietly a few meters away.

"No."

In the light mist, Qin Xun clearly saw Xia Ning flash a smile.

"But An Ke really is great!"

Qin Xun nodded.

"Yeah!"

"She's hardworking, capable, sensible, and gentle. She's presentable in public, a great cook at home, can earn money, and take care of the family."

Xia Ning hadn't expected this kind of answer and fell silent for a moment.

"Your mother must really want a daughter-in-law like her!"

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

"Not just my mom."

"My dad, my grandpa, my grandma, my maternal grandpa, my maternal grandma, my uncle, my aunt, my great-aunt, and even the big black dog at the entrance of our village."

"Who wouldn't like such a good woman?"

Xia Ning stood in the mist, feeling a bit of a chill.

"Then... you should take her home for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"I'm busy."

Qin Xun immediately waved his hand.

"I'm not taking her."

Xia Ning watched Qin Xun quietly.

Qin Xun sighed.

"They like her, but I don't!"

"Since I was a kid, you, Eldest Miss Xia, are the only woman I've felt truly comfortable being around."

In the mist, Xia Ning pursed her lips slightly.

Then she heard Qin Xun speak again.

"You're not pretentious, and you're there when it counts."

"It's like being with a damn bro. Comfortable!"

Xia Ning let out a soft sigh.

Seeing Xia Ning still standing there blankly, Qin Xun felt a bit annoyed. He had already given her the highest honor of being "like a bro."

He didn't expect that she still wouldn't buy it.

She had become a bit melodramatic since her foot injury.

Qin Xun turned and walked toward the end of the road.

Follow or don't, see if I care.

If you don't follow, you'll be lured away by a human trafficker with a lollipop.

He walked slowly, looking back every few steps.

But he saw Xia Ning still standing there.

Suddenly.

Xia Ning moved and quickly caught up to Qin Xun.

Qin Xun looked at the expressionless Xia Ning. She appeared cold and aloof, yet there was a wind-like gentleness in her eyes.

He was a bit bewildered. How was she fine again?

Suddenly.

Qin Xun smelled a scent of herbal medicine. It drifted into his nose along with the cool morning breeze, feeling very refreshing.

He sniffed and turned to look at Xia Ning.

"Why do you smell like herbal medicine?"

Xia Ning walked forward a few steps in silence.

"It's sulfur soap."

"It's made from Chinese herbs."

Qin Xun was puzzled.

"Do you have a skin condition?"

Xia Ning turned and glared at him.

"No."

"I'm afraid someone will say I smell like sweet cream."

Qin Xun: "..."

His face flushed with embarrassment as he hurriedly explained.

"Xia Ning, I swear to God, taking you home for Mid-Autumn Festival is definitely not because I'm looking for a chance to sleep with you."

"Don't be afraid."

Xia Ning: "!!!"

"Shut up!"

Qin Xun: "Oh!"

The two walked in silence for a while.

Qin Xun: "Does your foot still hurt?"

Xia Ning: "It doesn't."

Qin Xun: "Do you want me to carry you?"

Xia Ning: "Forget it!"

"Yesterday at the airport, I heard someone say we looked like a turtle carrying a stone tablet."

...

They walked for five minutes.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning finally saw the dim yellow sign of The Little Tavern.

They walked in and immediately saw An Ke sleeping face-down on a table near the entrance.

She was covered with a thin summer quilt and was sleeping soundly.

At this moment, the inside of The Little Tavern was a bit messy.

Qin Xun turned his head and saw Mi Xier standing on a stool, carefully wiping the glass.

Hearing a sound at the door.

Mi Xier turned her head and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ah?"

"Qin Xun! You're here!"

An Ke was startled awake. She opened her eyes and saw Qin Xun and Xia Ning at the entrance.

She straightened up, set aside the quilt, and looked at Qin Xun with a gentle smile on her face.

"Hello, President Qin!"

Her gaze remained fixed on Qin Xun, though she greeted Xia Ning as well.

"Hello, Sister Ning!"

Qin Xun smiled and nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

But he heard a "It's not hard at all." Looking up, he saw Mi Xier clutching a rag in her hand, rushing over with open arms.

They were about to hug.

Xia Ning stepped in front of Qin Xun and opened her arms, catching Mi Xier in a full embrace.

She gently patted Mi Xier's back, her voice indifferent.

"Thanks for your hard work, thanks for your hard work."

Realizing she had lost her composure, Mi Xier let go sheepishly, looking at Qin Xun with an uneasy smile.

Qin Xun asked.

"Lei Zhaodi, you've been busy all night, why don't you get some sleep?"

Mi Xier laughed.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep at all."

She hurried behind the cash register, printed out yesterday's revenue, and rushed back to Qin Xun and Xia Ning.

"Look!"

"Last night, we made 50,000 in revenue."

She lowered her voice, sounding a bit proud.

"After deducting rent, utilities, and labor, yesterday's net profit was nearly 30,000!"

An Ke seemed to be affected by the morning breeze and coughed softly.

Mi Xier took the hint, walked behind An Ke, and placed her hands on her shoulders.

"We have such high profits thanks to An Ke being clever."

"Immediately after you finished singing 'Chengdu', she adjusted the prices of the items in the backend."

Qin Xun noticed QR codes on many of the tables. He knew that with QR code ordering, changing prices was relatively simple and not easily noticed.

As long as the paper menus were put away so people wouldn't notice the price difference, it was fine.

He looked at An Ke and joked.

"You have such a black heart!"

An Ke smiled gently.

"This is called brand premium."

"Besides, I was asked by those patrons at the tavern to sing 'Chengdu' all night long. That has to be accounted for too."

Mi Xier laughed.

"I didn't realize An Ke sang so beautifully. I don't know how many men's hearts she stole last night."

"A few of them got drunk and insisted on adding her on WeChat."

An Ke coughed softly.

Mi Xier immediately shut her mouth.

An Ke looked at Qin Xun and smiled.

"As long as people are still singing this song, or rather, as long as President Qin's popularity on the internet remains..."

"Business at this tavern won't be bad."

She gave a thumbs up.

"To smuggle in a private advertisement on a stage with over a million real-time viewers and over 50 million cumulative views..."

"You're truly the first person to do that!"

She paused, looking a bit worried.

"Aren't you afraid the production team will settle the score with you later?"