My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 83

After boarding the plane, Yi Qingju secretly stretched and yawned, planning to have some snacks and watch a show.

[Just giving myself a break after being exhausted recently—]

"Did you bring the book I asked you to buy?"

Qi Weiran walked over and sat down, already wearing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, staring unblinkingly at Yi Qingju.

She silently put down her phone and went over to him.

[Thank you for keeping me warm through the seasons~]

Qi Weiran: "......"

Where did she learn such nonsensical songs?

[Going to pay tribute to the moonlight, but you don't forget to tell me to study, Qi Weiran, I'm impressed with you.]

Taking the iced drink that the flight attendant had brought for her, Qi Weiran handed it to Wan Sui beside him.

The latter immediately understood and exchanged it for a hot drink instead.

Yi Qingju: ?

"Sir?"

Qi Weiran didn't look at her, immersed in the book in his hands. After a while, he said, "Don't drink cold drinks."

Yi Qingju was taken aback.

[Does Qi Weiran know I'm on my period? Impossible, how did he find out?]

Qi Weiran: I calculated it.

Because of this small episode, Yi Qingju frequently glanced at Qi Weiran while studying, seeming distracted.

Seeing that her thoughts were active and her mind wasn't on her studies, Qi Weiran suddenly tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"After studying for so long, you should give yourself an English name now."

[If you mention this, I'm not tired anymore!]

As expected, Yi Qingju's eyes brightened, showing great interest.

Qi Weiran's lips curved into a slight smile, his gaze softening.

Just like a child, such things always made her happy.

"Does sir have a foreign name?"

[Come to think of it, whenever I see news about Qi Weiran from abroad, they use his Chinese name.]

The footsteps and voices of Wan Sui and the flight attendant talking that could occasionally be heard were gone now, and the entire cabin was almost silent.

Such that Qi Weiran, who had been flipping through a book, suddenly stopped, acting a little unnatural.

As if Yi Qingju had asked a question that made him uncomfortable.

[I hope I didn't step on a landmine again... Will he suddenly stand up, throw the book in my face, then walk away with a cold expression... That's how male leads act in novels when they're triggered.]

Qi Weiran: "......"

So that's why I told you to read fewer novels.

"Sorry, sir, did I ask something I shouldn't have?" She immediately apologized.

But Qi Weiran shook his head.

"It's just been a long time since anyone mentioned it, so I didn't react right away."

"I do have one, given by my mother, but hardly anyone knows it now."

Hearing that it was from his unseen mother-in-law, Yi Qingju sighed.

[Alas, ten tyrannical CEOs can't make a set of parents.]

"Do you want to know?" The person opposite lowered his tone, drawing Yi Qingju's attention from her melancholy thoughts.

She looked up at him.

Qi Weiran sat on the dark leather seat, his elbow propped on the black marble table, looking noble and handsome, making it hard to look away.

Especially with those warm amber eyes gazing at you.

In that moment, it was as if the surrounding scenery faded away, and those deep, dense amber eyes were the only color you could perceive.

"Yes." Yi Qingju nodded, as if possessed.

[This is exclusive news... The paparazzi out there would jump at the chance to possess me, wouldn't they?]

Qi Weiran: "......"

A hint of resignation flashed in his eyes, and his tone carried a tinge of acquiescence.

"Volodya."

A mellow, magnetic voice with a unique rolling sound at the end unexpectedly rang out.

Actually, everyone's second language has subtle differences in intonation from their mother tongue, a phenomenon Yi Qingju remembered was called "language flow variation."

Qi Weiran was the same—she had seen videos of him giving speeches abroad. To be honest, if she had to make a comparison...

[When speaking a foreign language, his voice sounds more seductive, going from abstinent to exuding hormones like a bad man shamelessly attracting people.]

Qi Weiran: ?

Where was he being a bad man?

A man who doesn't love himself is like rotten cabbage.

Although she complained inwardly, Yi Qingju showed no change in her expression.

"Volodya," she pronounced the Chinese equivalent.

Then she asked curiously, "Does this name have any special meaning?"

[The name of a tyrannical CEO must have a special meaning—my mother-in-law is a princess, a cultured woman.]

Qi Weiran nodded; it did indeed.

"Volodya, the almighty ruler or sovereign."

As long as he didn't say it, Yi Qingju wouldn't know that it was usually a girl's name.

Yi Qingju's eyes widened briefly in surprise.

"It suits you very well, sir."

"Such a nice name, so I should think of a good one to match yours." Yi Qingju said.

Qi Weiran nodded.

"Choose one based on your own preferences."

As long as it's not something like Mary, Alice, or Amy.

She bent her head, writing and drawing on paper. Looking a little troubled, she poked her forehead with her pen, then suddenly seemed to remember something and beamed.

Her expressions were so rich and lively that Qi Weiran couldn't help but stare at her intently.

He thought, this must be what the books meant by the peaceful passage of time.

"I've got it, sir."

Not wanting to keep him waiting too long, Yi Qingju soon came up with a brilliant name.

[A very meaningful name that doesn't forget to highlight my personal charm—I declare this the best name of the year!]

Her words piqued Qi Weiran's interest.

"What is it?"

Yi Qingju smiled shyly, then took out a fresh sheet of paper, wrote something on it, and pushed it in front of Qi Weiran.

Taking the paper from her slender hand, Qi Weiran looked down—

'Jennyma Melanie'

Qi Weiran: "......"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yi Qingju blinked, "Actually, I thought of one for you too, sir."

Qi Weiran didn't really want to know.

But when he met her expectant, crystal-clear eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue were ultimately swallowed.

How did that saying go?

Oh, you have to love the one you love, even on your knees.

"Tell me." His gaze was numb.

Yi Qingju smiled shyly again, took the paper back, wrote another name under the one she had given herself, and pushed it back.

Qi Weiran guessed it would be very cringe-worthy, but he didn't expect these two names to go so well together.

'Jennyma Melanie'

'Jonina Azure Ripple'

It was a girl's name too.

"How about it, sir? Don't they match well?" She grinned smugly, her eyes sparkling like some cute little animal seeking praise.

"Yes, they match." Just that after using those names, he couldn't guarantee anything else, but Qi Corporation's stock would definitely plummet.

Because the shareholders would have reason to believe that the person in charge of Qi Corporation had gone insane.