The plaster had already flaked off the walls, revealing mottled traces beneath.
When the two of them just stepped into the elevator, the light inside flickered for a moment, adding an eerie feeling to the atmosphere.
The small space felt a bit strange.
Qin Nanyu was famously taciturn, and whenever he spoke, it was bound to be sharp.
Ji Weitian sensibly didn't provoke him; she stood by herself in a corner, staring down at her big toe.
She imagined if she hadn't restrained herself just now and if her high heel had struck Qin Nanyu's handsome face, what would have happened...
Tsk tsk, she dared not think about it!
Just as Ji Weitian was secretly amusing herself, a cold voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
"Have you ever heard the elevator ghost story?"
Ji Weitian: "???"
What ghost story? Why mention ghost stories? What was he trying to do?
Ji Weitian asked herself three questions in a row, and found she could no longer smile. She looked at Qin Nanyu defensively and said, "I don't want to hear."
"No, you do," Qin Nanyu interrupted her, stepping toward her when he saw her panicked expression. Suddenly, he thought that sending her home in the middle of the night wasn't entirely without fun.
His lips curled into a sinister smile, and he began to speak softly.
"You know, there used to be a person who liked to work late and then take the elevator home at night. One day, just as he entered the elevator, the lights flickered like they did just now, and then..."
Qin Nanyu didn't finish his story, because his mouth was covered by someone.
Ji Weitian lunged forward, her hands tightly covering his mouth. "No more talking, I don't want to hear it. If you have time to tell ghost stories, save your energy to tell little Ruirui some fairy tales when you get home. Judging by your fierce appearance, I bet you've never told your own son a bedtime story, have you?"
She said it all in one breath without pausing, lecturing Qin Nanyu thoroughly.
Qin Nanyu was momentarily stunned by her scolding and squinted his eyes.
In fact, he really hadn't told his son a fairy tale, given the boy's intelligence. He was afraid telling fairy tales might make him sick.
She didn't understand a thing, yet she was acting so self-righteously.
Did she really think that making up an excuse of being a single mom to fool a matchmaking partner could give her expertise on parenting?
Ji Weitian didn't notice his disdainful look and gazed at him even more contemptuously.
She spoke sincerely.
"President Qin, I know you're wealthy and can provide your child with a good life, but I hope you understand that childhood can't be bought with money, and parental companionship is more important than anything else."
Qin Nanyu sneered, "You, someone who's never been a parent, want to discuss parenting with me?"
Ji Weitian stood tall, "Who says I've never been a parent?"
Her daughter was four years old, probably around the same age as his son. They were both single parents; who could look down on whom?
If she had to compare, Ji Weitian felt she was much better than Qin Nanyu.
Once she came to her senses and realized she was actually trying to lecture Qin Nanyu, she pursed her lips and stopped, "Forget it, why am I talking to you about this? You don't seem like a responsible dad, or else you wouldn't have lost the kid's mom."
The phrase "the kid's mom" seemed to hit a nerve for Qin Nanyu, causing his expression to darken.
"Ding," the elevator arrived.
Without waiting for him, Ji Weitian exited the elevator alone, reaching for her keys to unlock the door.
It was already very late; she wondered if her little treasure was asleep.
She hadn't even touched the keys when there was a click. The door was opened from inside.
"Mummy—"