Su Yueran returned to the villa. Half an hour later, Lin Qingyuan called.
Now, just hearing Lin Qingyuan’s voice made Su Yueran’s heart tremble.
“Well done, Su Yueran. You know how to look for external help now, right??” Lin Qingyuan played with the teacup in his hand with a calm expression.
“I didn’t look for her. She came over herself.” Su Yueran lowered her head, her expression dark.
“Don’t think that Xia Wanyuan can help you this time and will help you in the future.” Lin Qingyuan warned Su Yueran coldly. “Stop thinking about nonsense. If I find out that you have other thoughts, don’t even think about the child in your stomach.”
“Yes,” Su Yueran replied with a wooden expression.
Lin Qingyuan hung up the phone and the butler walked forward. “Young Master, Miss Wei is here.”
Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow. “Go and take out my precious tea leaves.”
“Yes.”
The butler sighed in his heart. He was already so old and could not see through Lin Qingyuan’s thoughts.
Instead of cherishing his good wife, he cared so much about the Wei family’s young lady.
In the living room, Wei Jin was sitting at the table, quietly looking at the ancient painting on the wall.
“This is Xia Wanyuan’s painting. Miss Wei, do you like it?” Lin Qingyuan walked over with a smile on his face. “No, I’m wrong. Now that you’re already the head of the Wei family, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate to call you Miss Wei.”
“Master Lin, you’re too kind.” Wei Jin’s expression was indifferent as she looked straight at Lin Qingyuan. “I came today to discuss something with you.”
Lin Qingyuan sat on the chair beside Wei Jin. “There’s no hurry. I haven’t seen Master Wei in so long. I want to talk to you more. It’s been a long time since we last met. I miss you very much.”
Wei Jin frowned. “Master Lin, respect yourself.”
Lin Qingyuan smiled. “Didn’t I respect myself too much back then, so I gave you up?”
Looking at Wei Jin’s delicate eyes, Lin Qingyuan’s eyes flickered.
Back then, if he had just done it, the person who would become Madam Lin today would probably be Wei Jin.
Wei Jin took out the document from her bag. “Take a look at this. If there’s a problem, you can bring it up.”
Back then, Wei Zhong and Lin Qingyuan had worked together and invested in many Lin family projects. Now that Wei Jin was in charge, she naturally wanted to take back all the projects.
“There’s no need to look.” Lin Qingyuan pushed the document back to Wei Jin. “Master Wei, you just wants to withdraw your investment, but I have to remind you that Wei Zhong signed a contract to break the contract back then. If you break the contract now, you have to compensate.”
“I know.”
“The price of compensation is quite high.”
“I know that too.”
“Just because I’m the partner??” Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Miss Wei, aren’t you afraid that I’ll be sad when you say this?”
Wei Jin was unwilling to feign civility with Lin Qingyuan here. “Think whatever you want. I’ll leave first.”
With that, Wei Jin stood up.
Lin Qingyuan did not stop her. He looked at Wei Jin’s back quietly and maintained his position for a long time.
The butler could not understand Lin Qingyuan’s thoughts and carefully stepped forward. “Young Master, the tea is cold.”
Lin Qingyuan retracted his gaze and laughed at himself. “Does she think I’m teasing her?”
The gaze in Lin Qingyuan’s eyes was too complicated. The butler was a little shocked and did not dare to reply.
Lin Qingyuan lowered his head. “Alright, you can leave.”
“Yes.”
In Beijing Hospital, the experts surrounded Bo Xiao and were doing the last checkup.
“How’s the situation?” Jun Shiling stood at the side.
“His recovery is very good.” After the experts checked the situation, they reported respectfully to Jun Shiling.
“Mm.”
After the experts finished checking and left, Bo Xiao stood up and extended a hand to Jun Shiling. “Thank you, Brother.”
Jun Shiling held Bo Xiao’s hand. “You’re too kind.”
After so long, Bo Xiao could finally walk out of the hospital again and breathe in the fresh air outside. Bo Xiao felt relieved. He looked up and saw An Rao standing not far away.
An Rao hugged the child and looked at Bo Xiao quietly, her eyes red.
Bo Xiao strode over and hugged An Rao. “Why are you here?”
Little Qingli was squeezed by Bo Xiao and cried out. Bo Xiao let go a little and saw that An Rao was already crying.
Bo Xiao smiled and wiped the tears off An Rao’s face. “Why are you crying?? How did you know I was here?”
An Rao gently punched Bo Xiao. “Liar.”
“Mm.” Bo Xiao held An Rao’s hand. “I’m a liar. Can you scold me when we get home?”
“Mm.” An Rao’s eyes were filled with tears, but she was smiling.
The two of them held hands and walked back.
It was only at this moment that Bo Xiao dared to tell An Rao everything.
——
At this moment, in the desert of Continent F, the sun was shining brightly, and the ground was roasted until it seemed to be on fire.
The temperature was too high, and the vulture slowly flew past the edge of the desert. In the middle of the endless desert, a black dot was slowly squirming.
Hot, thirsty,
At this moment, Wei Zimu only wanted to drink water.
Behind him was a patch of bloody sand. As he crawled, the sand kept burrowing into the wound, adding a few layers of fine, sharp pain to the already deep wound.
Wei Zimu looked up and could only see endless sand. The sun had already become a halo that was dazzling.
Wei Zimu pursed his lips, which were already dry and bleeding. He stuck out his tongue to sweep it. The tip of his tongue was already bitter and he could not taste anything, but he could feel the moisture of the water.
It was getting closer and closer to noon. At this moment, the surface temperature was almost 80 degrees. His skin, which had already been beaten into a bloody mess, was burning at all times.
The circle of sunlight in front of him became larger and larger. Wei Zimu could clearly feel the traces of life flowing away.
As the sun burned brighter and brighter, Wei Zimu gradually closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to die, a few drops of water suddenly dripped down his face.
Wei Zimu opened his eyes with difficulty. Yu Qian was already standing in front of him with a bottle of water in his hand.
Wei Zimu did not move and lay on the spot. Even though the water he yearned for the most was by his mouth, Wei Zimu did not stick out his tongue to catch it.
“Brother, aren’t you afraid of death?” Seeing Wei Zimu’s indifferent expression, Yu Qian raised an eyebrow.
“You won’t let me die.” Wei Zimu was very certain.
If he died one day, he would only die in Yu Qian’s hands and not die outside like this.
Yu Qian smiled. “You’re right.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Qian gestured for his subordinate to pour water into Wei Zimu’s mouth and got someone to treat Wei Zimu’s wound.
Wei Zimu half-closed his eyes and allowed them to torture him. Yu Qian squatted down and pinched Wei Zimu’s chin.
“Your life is mine. I’m not dead, so don’t even think about dying.”
Su Yueran returned to the villa. Half an hour later, Lin Qingyuan called.
Now, just hearing Lin Qingyuan’s voice made Su Yueran’s heart tremble.
“Well done, Su Yueran. You know how to look for external help now, right??” Lin Qingyuan played with the teacup in his hand with a calm expression.
“I didn’t look for her. She came over herself.” Su Yueran lowered her head, her expression dark.
“Don’t think that Xia Wanyuan can help you this time and will help you in the future.” Lin Qingyuan warned Su Yueran coldly. “Stop thinking about nonsense. If I find out that you have other thoughts, don’t even think about the child in your stomach.”
“Yes,” Su Yueran replied with a wooden expression.
Lin Qingyuan hung up the phone and the butler walked forward. “Young Master, Miss Wei is here.”
Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow. “Go and take out my precious tea leaves.”
“Yes.”
The butler sighed in his heart. He was already so old and could not see through Lin Qingyuan’s thoughts.
Instead of cherishing his good wife, he cared so much about the Wei family’s young lady.
In the living room, Wei Jin was sitting at the table, quietly looking at the ancient painting on the wall.
“This is Xia Wanyuan’s painting. Miss Wei, do you like it?” Lin Qingyuan walked over with a smile on his face. “No, I’m wrong. Now that you’re already the head of the Wei family, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate to call you Miss Wei.”
“Master Lin, you’re too kind.” Wei Jin’s expression was indifferent as she looked straight at Lin Qingyuan. “I came today to discuss something with you.”
Lin Qingyuan sat on the chair beside Wei Jin. “There’s no hurry. I haven’t seen Master Wei in so long. I want to talk to you more. It’s been a long time since we last met. I miss you very much.”
Wei Jin frowned. “Master Lin, respect yourself.”
Lin Qingyuan smiled. “Didn’t I respect myself too much back then, so I gave you up?”
Looking at Wei Jin’s delicate eyes, Lin Qingyuan’s eyes flickered.
Back then, if he had just done it, the person who would become Madam Lin today would probably be Wei Jin.
Wei Jin took out the document from her bag. “Take a look at this. If there’s a problem, you can bring it up.”
Back then, Wei Zhong and Lin Qingyuan had worked together and invested in many Lin family projects. Now that Wei Jin was in charge, she naturally wanted to take back all the projects.
“There’s no need to look.” Lin Qingyuan pushed the document back to Wei Jin. “Master Wei, you just wants to withdraw your investment, but I have to remind you that Wei Zhong signed a contract to break the contract back then. If you break the contract now, you have to compensate.”
“I know.”
“The price of compensation is quite high.”
“I know that too.”
“Just because I’m the partner??” Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Miss Wei, aren’t you afraid that I’ll be sad when you say this?”
Wei Jin was unwilling to feign civility with Lin Qingyuan here. “Think whatever you want. I’ll leave first.”
With that, Wei Jin stood up.
Lin Qingyuan did not stop her. He looked at Wei Jin’s back quietly and maintained his position for a long time.
The butler could not understand Lin Qingyuan’s thoughts and carefully stepped forward. “Young Master, the tea is cold.”
Lin Qingyuan retracted his gaze and laughed at himself. “Does she think I’m teasing her?”
The gaze in Lin Qingyuan’s eyes was too complicated. The butler was a little shocked and did not dare to reply.
Lin Qingyuan lowered his head. “Alright, you can leave.”
“Yes.”
In Beijing Hospital, the experts surrounded Bo Xiao and were doing the last checkup.
“How’s the situation?” Jun Shiling stood at the side.
“His recovery is very good.” After the experts checked the situation, they reported respectfully to Jun Shiling.
“Mm.”
After the experts finished checking and left, Bo Xiao stood up and extended a hand to Jun Shiling. “Thank you, Brother.”
Jun Shiling held Bo Xiao’s hand. “You’re too kind.”
After so long, Bo Xiao could finally walk out of the hospital again and breathe in the fresh air outside. Bo Xiao felt relieved. He looked up and saw An Rao standing not far away.
An Rao hugged the child and looked at Bo Xiao quietly, her eyes red.
Bo Xiao strode over and hugged An Rao. “Why are you here?”
Little Qingli was squeezed by Bo Xiao and cried out. Bo Xiao let go a little and saw that An Rao was already crying.
Bo Xiao smiled and wiped the tears off An Rao’s face. “Why are you crying?? How did you know I was here?”
An Rao gently punched Bo Xiao. “Liar.”
“Mm.” Bo Xiao held An Rao’s hand. “I’m a liar. Can you scold me when we get home?”
“Mm.” An Rao’s eyes were filled with tears, but she was smiling.
The two of them held hands and walked back.
It was only at this moment that Bo Xiao dared to tell An Rao everything.
——
At this moment, in the desert of Continent F, the sun was shining brightly, and the ground was roasted until it seemed to be on fire.
The temperature was too high, and the vulture slowly flew past the edge of the desert. In the middle of the endless desert, a black dot was slowly squirming.
Hot, thirsty,
At this moment, Wei Zimu only wanted to drink water.
Behind him was a patch of bloody sand. As he crawled, the sand kept burrowing into the wound, adding a few layers of fine, sharp pain to the already deep wound.
Wei Zimu looked up and could only see endless sand. The sun had already become a halo that was dazzling.
Wei Zimu pursed his lips, which were already dry and bleeding. He stuck out his tongue to sweep it. The tip of his tongue was already bitter and he could not taste anything, but he could feel the moisture of the water.
It was getting closer and closer to noon. At this moment, the surface temperature was almost 80 degrees. His skin, which had already been beaten into a bloody mess, was burning at all times.
The circle of sunlight in front of him became larger and larger. Wei Zimu could clearly feel the traces of life flowing away.
As the sun burned brighter and brighter, Wei Zimu gradually closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to die, a few drops of water suddenly dripped down his face.
Wei Zimu opened his eyes with difficulty. Yu Qian was already standing in front of him with a bottle of water in his hand.
Wei Zimu did not move and lay on the spot. Even though the water he yearned for the most was by his mouth, Wei Zimu did not stick out his tongue to catch it.
“Brother, aren’t you afraid of death?” Seeing Wei Zimu’s indifferent expression, Yu Qian raised an eyebrow.
“You won’t let me die.” Wei Zimu was very certain.
If he died one day, he would only die in Yu Qian’s hands and not die outside like this.
Yu Qian smiled. “You’re right.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Qian gestured for his subordinate to pour water into Wei Zimu’s mouth and got someone to treat Wei Zimu’s wound.
Wei Zimu half-closed his eyes and allowed them to torture him. Yu Qian squatted down and pinched Wei Zimu’s chin.
“Your life is mine. I’m not dead, so don’t even think about dying.”
