Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Christmas Gift

The news of the Rilon Group's shareholders' meeting quickly became a hot topic, and the awesome netizens dug deeper and deeper into the matter.

[Have you heard? Besides commercial crimes, this family also has a criminal case.]

[I heard from the nurses back then that Qin Du was the one who took off his oxygen mask himself. He was only eleven years old, so he really took advantage of his underage status.]

[Actually, it doesn't matter whether I take it off or not. There's nothing left to do. It's better to get rid of it sooner rather than later.]

This family is full of villains. The elder one manipulated the stock market and caused someone to jump off a building. The middle one murdered his mother. The youngest one forged contracts. I predict Rilon Group's stock will plummet. Sell now.

[Shocked for a Hundred Years. I don't understand business warfare, but I really can't accept the idea of ​​taking off my own mother's oxygen mask... I don't know if Liu Jingheng can accept it...]

Stop taking things out of context. My cousin was Qin Du's mother's attending physician. People say his mother had neuritis at the time. During the attack, she scratched herself all over. I heard she even gouged her eyeballs. She begged her son to let her die quickly. She couldn't stand it. What would you do in that situation? Especially since she was only eleven years old.

[Oh my god... I'm terrified... Qin Du and his mother are so pitiful... So why is this happening?]

Why else could it be that? Think about the beautiful young college student the old man married back then. She was able to work at Rilon before she even graduated. And then look at the secretaries working at Rilon now; every one of them is a graduate student from a prestigious university. So think about it.

[I'm Mu Qiang, let me start by saying that Qin Du personally sent his own father to jail. I don't know what happened to his nephew, but Qin Du is really ruthless, and I'm really moved.]

[If you break the law, you should go to jail. In this case, you should sacrifice your own family for the sake of justice. I don't think Qin Du is wrong. If my mother was treated like this by my father, I would fight him directly. The worst that could happen is that we would die together.]

The public opinion online kept changing, but most people still came out to support Qin Du, especially when they put themselves in his shoes. Some extreme people immediately rushed over and kicked his gambling addict father, and the father and son immediately started fighting.

…

In the dark night, crystal snowflakes fall down.

The five-constant system in the house is working, and it feels as warm as a pleasant spring.

Qin Du took off the electronic blood pressure monitor on Liu Jingheng's arm. His pulse rate was a little fast, over 110, and his low blood pressure was 96, which was also a bit high.

I found the metoprolol, broke off half, and gave it to Liu Jingheng to drink with warm water. I also pulled the quilt over her and covered her up.

"Your blood pressure is low because you haven't had enough sleep these past two days and you're in a bad mood. Go to bed early today and don't think about anything."

Liu Jingheng looked at his face and nodded.

In fact, he still wanted to ask what happened to Mr. Qin and what kind of punishment he would face next.

Even though he was slow-witted, he could see that Qin Du was relieved at the moment. After enduring humiliation for many years, he finally punished the culprit who caused his mother's painful death with his own hands. It was as if the saying "evil will be punished" really existed. I heard that the woman who was good at acting coquettishly died of a serious illness at the age of 30.

Liu Jingheng was lost in thought when she saw Qin Du go out for a while and then come back with a quilt in his hand. He spread it on the ground and lay down.

Liu Jingheng propped up her upper body and sat up: "What are you doing?"

Qin Du seemed very tired. He closed his eyes and said softly:

"I'll need to take your blood pressure and pulse rate again in two hours, and go to the hospital for a dynamic electrocardiogram tomorrow."

"I mean." Liu Jingheng paused and said slowly, "Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Qin Du suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly seemed to no longer be sleepy, and tilted his head to look at Liu Jingheng with interest:

"So you mean you want me to sleep in the same bed with you."

Liu Jingheng didn't understand: "Don't we sleep together often? It was like this during those days in the United States."

Qin Du raised the corners of his eyebrows, and his dark eyes stared straight at Liu Jingheng's innocent face with a question mark.

After a long while, he said something that Liu Jingheng found difficult to understand:

"Because I'm very happy today, maybe I'm too excited."

Liu Jingheng:?

Can’t we sleep together just because we are too excited? What is the causal logic behind this?

He didn't understand. He could only look at Qin Du and pat the bed, "Pa pa pa", silently signaling.

Although the house is warm, it is winter after all, and there will be a layer of damp and cold air under the floor, which is not good for the body.

Qin Du looked at him and suddenly closed his thighs.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Liu Jingheng continued to pat the bed, pat pat pat.

After almost a century, Liu Jingheng had slapped the bed to make a palm-shaped hole, and Qin Du finally got up without saying a word, not knowing what he was going to do.

About ten minutes later, the person came back. There was a layer of moisture on the surface of his skin, water droplets hung on the ends of his hair, and his lips were a little pale.

Liu Jingheng: "Didn't you take a shower before?"

Qin Du didn't answer why he took another shower. He just said "yes", dried himself and got into bed.

Qin Du only occupied a small portion of the two-meter-wide bed, lying down with his back to Liu Jingheng without a pillow. But even from a distance, Liu Jingheng could still feel the cool air emanating from his body.

Liu Jingheng started patting the pillow like a seal:

"My pillow is very big, more than enough for two people to sleep on. Why don't you come over? It's easy to choke without a pillow."

Qin Du didn't respond and looked like he was asleep.

Liu Jingheng patted the pillow for a long time but to no avail, so she simply pulled the pillow over, walked to Qin Du, and forced the pillow under his head.

“Wow—”

Qin Du turned around, grabbed Liu Jingheng's wrist and pulled her down.

Then he stretched out his arms, pressed Liu Jingheng's head into his arms, and put his hands around the back of Liu Jingheng's neck and gently placed them on his chest.

Through a thin layer of flesh and bone, Qin Du closed his eyes and whispered, "The pulse rate is still very fast."

Liu Jingheng nodded. In the past, when he encountered extreme weather like summer and winter, he would periodically experience rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath.

The moment her cheek was rubbed into Qin Du's arm, her heart beat fast as before, but it didn't have the pathological panic feeling as before, it was just beating fast.

Qin Du's arms were cold and as solid as cold marble.

Liu Jingheng looked up at Qin Du's tightly closed eyes. His black eyelashes shaded his light blue eyelids. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but his sharp brows were deeply furrowed.

Liu Jingheng sighed and closed her eyes.

Liu Jingheng was dreaming again.

He dreamed again of that rainy day that made it impossible to open his eyes. He sat at the door of the welfare home holding an old crocodile toy, looking in the direction his parents left.

The little duck umbrella in his hand was blown all over the place by the strong wind. His small and thin hands could not hold the heavy umbrella. He could only watch the umbrella being blown into the depths of the rainy night by the strong wind.

The child hugged the soaked crocodile toy tightly, sobbing and crying. He was getting colder and more scared. He climbed down the stairs carefully and stumbled in the direction his parents left.

Suddenly, the child stopped.

Under the street light not far away, the wet ground reflected the orange light, illuminating a small circular area.

At the center of the circle stood a tall man in black. To a child of only four or five years old, he was as majestic as a mountain.

The child tilted his head high, and his small body trembled because of crying.

This was the only person he saw during the long time he spent in the rainy night.

The child, who didn't understand the dangers of the world, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and sobbed:

"uncle……"

The man looked down at him as if he were looking at a small toy:

"Call me brother."

"Brother, have you seen my mom and dad?" the child asked for help.

The man was very cold and seemed not to want to argue with him any further, so he said "I don't know".

The child asked again: "I am very cold and hungry. Brother, can you let me go to your house for dinner?"

"No." The man refused and turned away.

He was tall and had long legs, so he walked very fast. The child had to run as fast as he could to barely catch up with him.

The man suddenly stopped, and the child stopped too. It seemed that he didn't want the other party to find him annoying, so he pretended to look around at the scenery, but his tears kept flowing.

The man turned around and looked down at him for a long time, then suddenly said:

"Stop crying."

How could a four or five-year-old child listen to anything? He would just continue crying while holding the little crocodile.

The man squatted down so that he could look the child at eye level.

He looked at the child coldly, and said in a cold voice, "Stop crying."

The child seemed to be frightened and cried even harder, from sobbing to wailing.

The man frowned and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly sighed heavily.

He grabbed the child's thin wrist and dragged him over, rudely and unkindly, but the moment he held the child in his arms, he deliberately restrained the strength in his hands.

The child leaned on his shoulder and choked with sobs.

The big hand gently stroked his small back, as if to comfort and admonish:

“Don’t cry for someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

"From now on, you are only allowed to cry for me."

The man said, picking up the child, and shielding the child from the violent storm with a black umbrella:

"But I won't make you cry."

Holding the skinny little child in his arms, as if holding a ball of very light cotton, he strode through the rain all over the ground and into the depths of the darkness.

…

Qin Du opened his eyes. He was awakened by a sudden wet and cool touch on his chest.

When he lowered his head, he saw Liu Jingheng biting the collar of his pajamas in her sleep, making it wet.

It was hard to tell whether Qin Du's expression was a smile or helplessness, and he complained softly, "What's wrong?"

Little did they know that the child had followed the man into the warm and bright big house and was chewing a piece of fried pork chop with great relish.

*

The next day.

Liu Jingheng was accompanied by Qin Du to the hospital, where she had a dynamic electrocardiogram (ECG) checked. The next day, she went to get the results, and her heart rate reached a staggering 110,000 beats per day, which was particularly noticeable during the noon period.

Because he suffered from heart disease, there were many tests that needed to be done, so he stayed in the hospital for another whole day. He looked thinner, but after reading the various reports, the doctor said that this was not an organic arrhythmia.

In short: "You're a bit overly anxious. I'll prescribe some □□ for you. After you take it, go back and have a good sleep."

Liu Jingheng:?

Qin Du:?

"Anxiety?" Qin Du thought this result was a bit far-fetched. Who was Liu Jingheng? What could have kept him worried for days?

The doctor nodded: "If we rule out organic causes, it can only be psychological."

On the way home, Qin Du was silent for a long time before asking:

"What's making you unhappy?"

Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time and shook his head. He himself didn't feel unhappy at all, except that he had to eat the green belt every day and didn't have enough food to eat, but that wasn't something he needed to worry about.

I don’t know whether Liu Jingheng is unhappy or not, but Qin Du is really unhappy.

He thought of his mother, who initially became somatized due to anxiety and later became completely unrecognizable.

He made a sudden turn and took Liu Jingheng back to the hospital to see the psychology department.

The psychologist couldn't figure out the reason and could only provide psychological counseling.

After the counseling session, the man came out, still looking dazed and stupid. When asked how he felt, he still said, "I don't feel like I'm in a bad mood."

Mr. Qin is still in the hospital these days. After he recovers, he will inevitably be questioned by the procuratorate. Everyone in the company is under investigation, which gives Qin Du an excuse not to go to the company.

He stopped all work these days and turned off his work phone. He focused on accompanying Liu Jingheng at home, measuring his blood pressure and heart rate every day, coaxing him to take medicine, accompanying him to draw and do handicrafts, and occasionally playing games.

Special attention was also paid to his diet. Qin Du was afraid that he was really depressed because of eating grass every day, so he hired a chef to learn how to cook the green belt to taste like top-quality meat.

This day, at the dining table.

Liu Jingheng was holding her chopsticks, her attention completely drawn to the news on the screen.

Qin Du was torturing a piece of salmon.

This New Zealand king salmon was airlifted in early in the morning before it was completely dead. After being carefully processed by six chefs, it was wrapped in ice blocks costing more than $3,000 from the American ice-making company Glace Luxury Ice and urgently delivered to Qin Du's home.

Considering that Liu Jingheng didn't like eating raw food, Qin Du cooked such precious ingredients like ordinary fish.

That's not all. He even didn't trust the six top professional chefs, and used a pair of tweezers to search for fish bones that might not have been cleaned off.

Finally, after maximizing the value of this king salmon, it finally ended up on Liu Jingheng's plate.

"Don't just watch TV, pay attention to the fish bones when eating." Qin Du reminded.

Liu Jingheng nodded, picked up the fish, put it in her mouth and chewed it, then continued watching TV.

Qin Du often felt both love and anger towards him, but considering his current situation, he didn't know what to say.

So I followed his gaze towards the screen, wondering what attracted him so much.

The screen is broadcasting news about Christmas warm-up activities. There are still three days before Christmas, and the entrances of major stores have been decorated, waiting to raise prices on the holiday day.

Qin Du's shoulders suddenly tensed up, and he realized that Liu Jingheng's birthday was coming soon.

Liu Jingheng is also paying attention to Christmas, but not his birthday.

But according to the original timeline, Christmas represents the end of the story. On this day, the procuratorate releases the results of the investigation and convicts the villain Qin Du, causing him to jump from the roof of the group building.

Similarly, the original male protagonist and the bottom also ushered in a new love line on this day.

They made love. Qin Chuyao pressed Cheng Yunqing on the bed and made love for three days and three nights. Every corner of the house was left with traces of their lovemaking. Qin Chuyao also took advantage of this time to propose to Cheng Yunqing.

After that, the author will write another 200,000 to 300,000 words of extra stories about the post-marriage life, and then wait for it to be completed and collect the money.

Liu Jingheng hasn't contacted Cheng Yunqing for a long time, and he doesn't know how Qin Chuyao is doing now after the last battle. He just feels that he is not qualified to be a tool to promote the relationship between the male protagonists.

After having a delicious lunch, Liu Jingheng happily climbed into bed and went to sleep.

I slept until four in the afternoon, and when I woke up, I was shocked to realize that I had forgotten my important plan again.

If you want the male protagonist and the bottom to complete sex on the same day, the first task is to get the two of them together.

Liu Jingheng imitated those troublemakers on TV and sent a message to Cheng Yunqing:

【How do you plan to spend Christmas Day? 】

Cheng Yunqing called directly. His voice was cheerful and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Have you forgotten? I have an exam during the day on Christmas Day, and you want to meet up in the evening? Have you decided what else you want to eat besides fried pork chops?"

Liu Jingheng had forgotten that she definitely wouldn't go, and she actually started thinking seriously:

"So...chicken fried steak?"

"How about I treat you to roast suckling pig? Fried isn't an option, but roasted is."

"Slurp—OK." Qin Du didn't allow him to eat too much grilled food, let alone fried food.

"Okay, then I'll book a restaurant. We'll meet at the restaurant around six o'clock."

"OK."

It is relatively easy to make an appointment with Cheng Yunqing because he is a gentle person and basically responds to any request.

It’s difficult to date Qin Chuyao…

Not difficult at all!

Liu Jingheng sent a message to Qin Chuyao according to his Green Tea Guide:

"Brother Chu Yao, can we meet on Christmas Day? I know I'm a very selfish person, but I just can't help wanting to have you for myself."

He originally thought that after Qin Du's disturbance at the last shareholders' meeting, the two of them had become enemies. In Qin Chuyao's eyes, he might just be Qin Du's little follower, and he would definitely be labeled as an accomplice, so he didn't hold out any hope.

Unexpectedly, Qin Chuyao replied directly:

[Okay, let's meet. I also want to talk to you about something.]

Liu Jingheng was secretly delighted and immediately copied the restaurant location and time that Cheng Yunqing sent him and sent it to Qin Chuyao.

He kept his achievements and fame to himself, and if he were still alive on the day they got married, he would definitely give them a big gift to bless them.

Liu Jingheng was so happy. It was a rare occasion for her to accomplish something, so she secretly ordered some fried skewers to celebrate.

He made an agreement with the delivery guy to put the fried skewers under the fountain behind the villa, and he would go and pick them up when the time came.

Then he was caught by Qin Du again.

He could only watch Qin Du throw the fried skewers into the trash can, feeling so resentful that tears were about to burst out of his eyes.

*

December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Qin Du never celebrates foreign holidays. When he was studying in the United States, every Christmas when the whole country was celebrating, he would just sit in his large flat and read.

But this Christmas, he asked someone to decorate the house inside and out, hung strings of lights, lit a fireplace, set up a Christmas tree, wrapped the cold and hard-style furniture with red and green plaid lining cloth, and bought Christmas-style clothes for Penny and Nuomi.

It snowed not long ago and it only melted today. In the evening, it started snowing again at an opportune moment.

Liu Jingheng came down wearing the European-style shirt Qin Du bought for him, just like the snow, which matched the overall background style perfectly.

Penny, wearing a Christmas-style skirt, slid in front of Liu Jingheng and jumped around to show off her new clothes.

"Oh, Penny, you're so cute today." Liu Jingheng picked up the puppy and buried her face in its arms, sucking it hard. "No, you're cute every day."

Qin Du heard the voice, put down the tea in his hand, stood up and looked at Liu Jingheng:

"Didn't you prepare a gift for me on Christmas Eve?"

Liu Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked upstairs:

"I prepared it, but I forgot to take it."

Qin Du chuckled: "How many people must be saddened by your poor memory."

When he came down again, Liu Jingheng had a small Christmas gift box in his hand. He was a little embarrassed and held the box tightly in his arms.

"I wish you a peaceful and happy Christmas Eve, good health and a healthy growth."

Qin Du said, "Forget the last sentence," and took the gift box from his arms.

Liu Jingheng held her tightly, and he couldn't pull her away, so he tried harder.

"What is it? This is the first time Liu Jingheng prepares a gift for me." Qin Du's voice was not as low as before, and it was obviously mixed with a slight joy.

Liu Jingheng was dissatisfied: "I also prepared something for your birthday."

Qin Du just smiled. Of course he remembered that he had always cherished and used that ugly cup. He said that just to satirize Liu Jingheng's stinginess.

Qin Du opened the gift box and reached in to rummage around.

It looked like a big gift box, but he only took out an apple.

"Apple?" he asked with a smile.

Liu Jingheng: "Yes."

In fact, he also prepared oranges, but he couldn't help eating them. Fortunately, apples were so common that they were not appetizing, otherwise Qin Du would have returned empty-handed today.

Qin Du smiled and took a bite of the apple: "Hmm, it's quite sweet."

Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time, then stretched out her hand to Erkang: "I didn't wash it..."

Qin Du was stunned, his Adam's apple sliding up and down violently: "I have swallowed it. You can say it earlier next time."

Feeling guilty, Liu Jingheng weakly said "OK" and began to cunningly change the subject:

"What about you? Didn't you prepare a gift for me?"

Qin Du: "Yes, no."

Liu Jingheng pursed her lips, her face looking calm, but tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Qin Du raised his eyebrows, not daring to greet him. He quickly pulled him to the Christmas tree and pointed at the pile of gift boxes on the ground:

"They're all yours. See them and then decide whether to drop the pearls."

Liu Jingheng's eyes lit up. He had thought these gift boxes were just decorations.

He sat down on the ground and the process of opening the presents officially began.

The first long, flat box turned out to be a Razer Blade 16 laptop, with an olive green screen protector that Liu Jingheng liked very much.

"Like it?" Qin Du asked.

Liu Jingheng nodded: "Yes, this way I can pour the essence into the bottle for strangers and soon I will have many friends."

Qin Du: "..."

What era is this? Are there really still people playing with drift bottles?

From the second square box, Liu Jingheng took out a Patek Philippe 6002R-001.

The rose gold case incorporates hand-carved vines and is filled with cloisonné craftsmanship. Whether in terms of sophistication or beautiful price, it is known as the king of Patek Philippe watches.

"How much is it?" Liu Jingheng put the watch on her wrist and tried it.

Qin Du: "Seven thousand."

Forget about the word after that.

"So expensive." Liu Jingheng thought of the watch worth more than one million that he had seen in the watch shop before. He really couldn't understand why a watch would be sold at such a high price even if it was made of gold.

"Well, Xiaogui." Qin Du said, "Do you like it?"

Liu Jingheng actually doesn't know much about watches, nor can he say that he likes them, but he knows that when receiving a gift, he should provide emotional value to the other party, because others will only give you gifts if they like you and respect you.

"Uncle, uncle, you are so nice."

"You want to say it's generous, right?"

Liu Jingheng nodded.

Next, Liu Jingheng opened the gift boxes scattered all over the floor and found a cotton doll that was sold for over one million yuan, the Rolls-Royce Suguan Heding seeds of the plant world, and an adoption contract for a puma cub.

"Cougar?" Liu Jingheng thought she was seeing things.

"Yes, we are not allowed to keep it in China, so we have placed it in the United States and asked someone to take care of it." Qin Du said.

Liu Jingheng looked at the tiny puma cub in the contract photo. The blue irises of its eyes had not faded yet. It looked like a round-headed golden tabby, holding a small branch in its mouth in the yard, showing off proudly.

Liu Jingheng's hands began to tremble with excitement:

"Small... so small, like a cat. Won't a lion bite you if you keep one?"

"If you raise it from a young age and provide it with good food and drink, it will not attack its owner." Qin Du explained.

"Then...then let's go to America and raise it."

Qin Du chuckled, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

"Don't worry, you can go after New Year's Day once you have completed your visa procedures."

Liu Jingheng nodded and looked at the puma photo for a long time.

Later, Liu Jingheng realized that Qin Du had done her such a favor, but she only gave him an apple. To put it bluntly, she was taking advantage of him.

"Give me back the apple." Liu Jingheng said.

Qin Du: "Eat it, or you can get it from my stomach?"

Liu Jingheng laughed awkwardly twice:

"I feel a little embarrassed. An apple is too cheap. It must be difficult for a mountain lion to get it..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Qin Du looked deeply into Liu Jingheng's eyes, feeling that this once lifeless and sick person was now sitting beside him alive.

After a long while, he raised his hands and held Liu Jingheng's face, and said softly:

"Liu Jingheng, the fact that you can breathe healthily beside me is the best gift for me."

Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to Qin Du's ear, exhaling, inhaling—

“Huff, huff.”

Qin Du listened to his gentle breathing, closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

This man was still as dull and inflexible as ever, and I didn't dare expect him to make any progress. But when I heard his breathing, the heavy stone that had been accumulating in my heart for so long was instantly put down.

To express his gratitude, Qin Du gently bit Liu Jingheng's earlobe. The slight stinging sensation made Liu Jingheng frown, but soon she relaxed.

The hot lips scraped across the sensitive earlobe, and then tentatively moved to the eyelashes, cheeks, and nose.

Qin Du kissed the small red mole on the tip of Liu Jingheng's nose, his lips approaching but never really leaving, sliding all the way down and biting his lips.

Liu Jingheng opened his eyes wide and looked at Qin Du's closed eyes, which looked like cross-eyed. He still couldn't understand why Qin Du gave him so many gifts but thanked him in return.

Alas, the villain’s mind is as deep as the sea and difficult to guess.