Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 290 - 285 Not a Pejorative

Yan Yan stared blankly at Qi Yi’s profile, and after Qi Yi had turned a couple of pages in his book, he turned to look at his still-sleeping girlfriend.

"Did you wake up?" When Qi Yi looked at Yan Yan again and found her staring at him, he put down his book and kissed her forehead.

"Mm, I think I accidentally fell asleep, from day to night." Yan Yan had just woken up, her voice lazy in a way it usually wasn’t.

The "miner" Qi Yi had specifically played "hooky" to keep her company, but she’d ended up sleeping the day away. After waking up, Yan Yan felt a bit embarrassed.

"You lie down a bit more, I’ll bring dinner to the bed for you," Qi Yi said, putting down the book and preparing to head to the kitchen.

"Ah? Didn’t you previously only agree to let me eat breakfast in bed? Aren’t you afraid that you’ll spoil me, and I’ll never get out of bed?" Yan Yan’s expression was that of someone caught doing something wrong.

Yan Yan originally loved having breakfast in bed so much that Qi Yi had especially bought her several serving trays for this peculiar preference.

Qi Yi, being good at "reading people’s expressions," kept switching them out until he found one that both looked and functioned to Yan Yan’s satisfaction.

When busy, Yan Yan wished she could eat while sleeping, seizing any chance to laze in bed. Every extra minute she could sleep in was precious.

During the rare times they were together, every day when Yan Yan opened her eyes, she would see the breakfast Qi Yi had prepared for her.

In terms of design, there wasn’t much Qi Yi could do to help Yan Yan, but whenever they had the chance to be together, if there was anything Qi Yi could do, he would certainly not let Yan Yan lift a finger.

"It’s quite a good goal to get your girlfriend so spoiled that she can’t even leave the bed, I might list this as one of my ultimate objectives," Qi Yi said with a pun, his face full of sly amusement.

Yan Yan glanced at Qi Yi, not sure what to say.

At a loss for how to respond to Qi Yi’s remark, Yan Yan suddenly remembered there was a legitimate question to ask: "Didn’t you say you were going to bring dinner over for me? Where is my dinner?"

"Aren’t I your dinner?" Qi Yi still had that sly look on his face.

"Uh, this isn’t even cooked yet, are we eating it raw?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"However you want to eat, you can eat: standing, lying down, sitting—whatever you want, Xiao Qizi is at your service," Qi Yi said with feigned seriousness.

"Oh, really? At my service? Then I will reward you with the ’Sunflower Manual.’ You can take it home and practice slowly," Yan Yan pretended to be deeply thoughtful.

But Qi Yi could easily see through it by the increasing redness on his girlfriend’s face.

Seeing the opportunity, Qi Yi didn’t push it further. When Yan Yan had been sleeping, he had been busy in the kitchen cooking for her; he had only sat down and looked at the cookbook for a short time.

Now that Yan Yan was awake, he hurried to bring the dinner over. Otherwise, reheating it later wouldn’t taste as good as it did now.

"Okay, then wait for me a moment, I’ll go to the kitchen and ’practice.’" Qi Yi reluctantly went to the kitchen, glancing back every three steps.

"Are you really going to practice?" Yan Yan weakly asked.

Qi Yi was very pleased with Yan Yan’s expression when she asked this question.

Before long, Qi Yi brought Yan Yan’s dinner to the bed for them to eat together.

"Qi Yi, you’re going to spoil me rotten with this." Yan Yan sighed sincerely after tasting the dish Qi Yi cooked.

A few months had passed, and Qi Yi’s culinary skills had improved significantly. Despite being so busy, he somehow managed to keep researching recipes, almost like Superman.

"How great would it be to spoil you rotten, then you’d be unwanted by everyone else, and you could only be mine.

I love you so much, how could I not indulge you?

Unlike you, not caring about me at all, you even wanted me to meet some beauty during lunch." Qi Yi always found a way to steer the conversation towards his desired topic.

"Oi, I couldn’t bear to do that. I’m just not happy with the phrase ’not well-known.’ My boyfriend should shine wherever he goes. It’s only necessary for me, the design director of Y&Y, to keep a low profile for plot reasons. You don’t need to play it down." Yan Yan began to directly address Qi Yi’s questions.

"What do I need fame for? I don’t want to be a star. If I was as busy as my famous designer girlfriend, when would we ever find time to see each other?" Qi Yi was very dissatisfied with the current state of their infrequent meetings.

"I was thinking, if your private equity was going well, it should have been established by now. And since you don’t want me to be your LP, you can’t hide your light under a bushel. You must be hoping to sort out your private equity registration quickly. Look at you now, nearly as busy as I am." Yan Yan finally gave Qi Yi a straight answer about why she acted strangely during lunch.

"Oh, so Waiwai wants to help me find LPs, huh? I told you, I don’t need any other LPs." Qi Yi felt very content with Yan Yan’s words, having a girlfriend who always considered his best interest was incredibly comforting.

"So, you’re just going to give up, waiting for someone to knock on your door?" Yan Yan looked puzzled; this wasn’t her boyfriend’s usual style of doing things.

"Yan Yan." Qi Yi looked at his girlfriend with deep affection.

"What’s up? Your cooking is delicious, I won’t make you do it all over again." It had been a long time since Yan Yan had tasted Qi Yi’s cooking.

Qi Yi’s dishes were textbook perfect.

He was that miraculous kind who could recreate the dishes from a cookbook with no deviations.

The dishes not only looked exactly like the "samples" in the cookbook pictures, but they always brought Yan Yan lots of surprises when tasted.

"In Wall Street, ’not well-known’ isn’t pejorative.

Star investors, much like most stars, tend to be fleeting.

If they don’t make money, no matter how famous they are, it’s useless; if they make money, no matter how low-key, they will be sought after.

The initial capital requirement for starting a private equity fund in the United States is one hundred million US Dollars.

Ian had prepared one hundred million US Dollars at the beginning of the year, intending for me to take charge of it.

So even if no one else wants to be my partner, it wouldn’t affect the establishment of my private equity fund.

The reason for the delay isn’t about LPs, but because I refused Ian’s proposal after returning from Wenzhou.

I have no plans to set up my own private equity fund on Wall Street." Qi Yi had wanted to discuss this matter with Yan Yan from the beginning.

"Eh? Didn’t you hand over all your projects before returning from Wenzhou?

I remember you said that you’d take the opportunity to visit a basket of relatives, and after finding no one willing to meet with you, you would return to New York to register your private equity." Yan Yan was surprised, unsure what had changed.