Chapter 1 The sadness immersed in the air is difficult to detect

Autumn has just begun, and the wind is no longer as hot as yesterday. Especially in the afternoon, there is still a hint of coolness blowing in the face.

Wang Qiu was sitting at the table outside the cafe downstairs. She was leaning back on the chair comfortably. She was wearing slippers and swaying with one leg on top of the other. The back of the chair was covered and the small cup of coffee in his hand was still steaming.

A young man came next to him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, ordered a glass of juice with ice, and drank it all in a few breaths.

When he was about to leave, what he saw was Wang Qiu with his eyes closed and his head raised, looking relaxed. He looked very leisurely and comfortable.

The phone on the table vibrated. Wang Qiu opened her eyes. The coffee in the cup she was holding was no longer so hot. She took a few sips and then picked up the phone and took a look.

'The driver will pick you up at five o'clock. '

It was a message from Qin Chupei.

There was a trace of imperceptible sadness in Wang Qiu's eyebrows, and then disappeared.

She stood up, her long hair and the white skirt around her calves fluttering wildly in the wind. Looking from a distance, she slowly saw a beautiful landscape painting.

When he got home, Wang Qiu put on a pair of dark blue trousers and a white shirt. The shirt was casual, with very low buttons on the chest, so Wang Qiu specially wore a white vest as a base and a pair of light flat shoes.

Just like that, I walked out of the door and came to the hotel on the opposite street downstairs, where the driver was already waiting.

Wang Qiu got into the car and saw Qin Chupei sitting in a suit and leather suit. The forty-one-year-old man was wearing a black suit and his slender legs were placed neatly in front of the seat.

There are no wrinkles on his face, just the charm of a mature man.

Wang Qiu sat opposite him, looked at him, and asked, "After picking up my son, are you going home?"

Qin Chupei smiled at her: "Go back, I promised my son when I sent him off."

When they arrived at the destination of the summer camp, the children had packed their things and were waiting for their parents with their suitcases.

Eleven-year-old Qin Muheng happily waved to the two of them, while Wang Qiu and Qin Chupei were undoubtedly the most eye-catching parents who picked up their children.

The height difference between the two is half a head, and Qin Chupei is wearing a high-end suit that is worth a lot at first glance, and there is Wang Qiu, who is clean and gentle.

Qin Muheng put the suitcase in the trunk, then sat in the car and looked at the two people outside through the window.

Qin Chupei is a person of status. He is now the helmsman of Junsheng Group, so naturally many people come up to talk to him.

Wang Qiu stood aside and smiled gracefully. He smiled at everyone who greeted him politely and listened carefully to their words.

On the way back, Wang Qiu put an arm around Qin Muheng's shoulder, and the two chatted intimately about the summer camp.

After returning home, Wang Qiu cooked, and the father and son discussed the new semester on the sofa.

Qin Muheng skipped a grade to prepare for the first grade of junior high school. Qin Chupei told him things that the school should pay attention to, which were nothing more than getting along well with classmates, not being arrogant, and listening to the teacher.

Wang Qiu watched the father and son chatting, laughing from time to time, and thought to himself, it would be great if such a happy scene could continue like this forever.

Unfortunately, everything is an illusion.

After eating, Qin Muheng had already fallen asleep. Wang Qiu was sitting on the sofa blowing smoke rings, and circles of white smoke lingered on her face and head.

She seemed to be very tired and slumped against the sofa, holding a thin cigarette between her slender fingers like catkins, flicking the ashes away bit by bit and letting them fall on the sofa wantonly.