Chapter 93: Secretly Happy Xia Yiqing was startled...

Xia Yiqing was startled and immediately suspected that she had accidentally sent the message she sent to her best friend to Qi Hanmu.

She was trying to withdraw the message in a panic, but when she clicked on Qi Hanmu's profile picture, she found that the message had disappeared.

The person in question politely sent a message to Xia Yiqing, "Wrong message, sorry."

In fact, Qi Hanmu stared at the surveillance video of Xia Yiqing's mobile phone, and his eyes were almost condensed with blood. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them again, exhaled, and made up his mind to click the "X" in the upper right corner of the mouse.

Xia Yiqing has to have her own life after all, and he has to be a person with a sense of boundaries, otherwise, Xia Yiqing will hate him.

After all, no one likes someone who's secretly spying on other people's lives.

After a long while, Xia Yiqing replied, "Oh."

She heard that some hearing-impaired people like to use inverted sentences when their language training is not very good, or even after they recover, this habit is difficult to change.

So according to this, Qi Hanmu’s “what do you like” should actually mean “what do you like”.

…Although this sentence seems weird when sent to other people.

Fortunately, Qi Hanmu's explanation followed, "Butler Qi told me that he likes a new lifestyle. I was a little surprised, after all, he is an old-fashioned person."

This made sense when she thought about it. Xia Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and her fingertips felt much more relaxed when she went back.

"So that's how it is. It's good to like life."

After exiting the chat interface with Qi Hanmu, Xia Yiqing was still a little frightened. She took two sips of water before she calmed down. Su Huanhuan's reply to her message suddenly popped up after a long time.

"Oh, don't be so direct. You scared me. He's right next to me."

Before Xia Yiqing could send a "sorry", she saw Su Huanhuan sending a bunch of voice messages.

I clicked on it and found that most of it was Su Huanhuan's opinion on this man, with only an extra line of Chinese quintessence at the end, and "Why are you eavesdropping?"

There is no doubt that it was heard by the secret crush of Su Huanhuan.

Su Huanhuan's experience was really ridiculous. Xia Yiqing didn't laugh too loudly out of sympathy for her best friend.

She drank two more sips of water, and after she recovered, she sent a message to Su Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, don't get excited yet. Think carefully before you say anything. Don't hurt the relationship between you and him all at once."

There was no reply to this sentence for a long time. When Xia Yiqing tossed and turned, ready to fall asleep, the voice of the video call rang.

When she saw it was Su Huanhuan, Xia Yiqing opened her sleepy eyes and forced herself to keep them wide open. No matter what, she answered the phone first.

After the call was connected, there was no response from the other end. Xia Yiqing looked around and saw that it was indeed Su Huanhuan's profile picture. She said, "Hello?"

"Qingqing," Su Huanhuan's voice didn't sound good, weak, and a bit like she had been crying. The sound of her nasal cavity was very heavy, and even accompanied by sobs.

"I just told him on impulse that I had someone I liked, and he seemed angry."

After hearing about her best friend's experience, Xia Yiqing was moved and quickly offered a suggestion, "Then why don't you tell him that he's the one you like? Maybe that way he won't be so bothered. Anyway, you do like him."

The girl's voice was low, and because she was trying to coax people, it had a softness to it. It sounded gentle and pleasant, and had the special effect of healing people's hearts.

Su Huanhuan hummed two or three times while crying, and she did seem to cheer up a little.

"But, he was the one pursuing me. As a girl, shouldn't I be reserved? If I took the initiative to like him, then... I would be passive."

"Love is not logical," Xia Yiqing said these things clearly, as if she had experienced them firsthand. In fact, her only emotional entanglement was with Qi Hanmu, and she was still a novice in love.

"If you like someone, just take action. When we pursue someone, we are the ones who hold the initiative. If we wait for others to pursue us, then we are passive."

Xia Yiqing likes to analyze, while Su Huanhuan is keen on direct action.

As expected, after waiting for twenty seconds, Su Huanhuan's joyful voice rang out.

"Okay, I'll go after him right now and let him see what I can do!"

Noticing the call was about to be hung up, Xia Yiqing hurriedly interrupted, "Wait, who was that man?"

Unfortunately, Su Huanhuan was too decisive and hung up the phone with a click.

Xia Yiqing's questions were destined to be answered by the beeping sound of the phone. She lay down on the bed with her arms and legs spread out. It was really that she didn't even catch up with the hot melon tonight.

However, Qi Hanmu's high nose and tight jawline always unconsciously broke into Xia Yiqing's mind, shaking the softest part of her heart.

Xia Yiqing turned over and couldn't sleep. She opened her eyes. The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a ray of moonlight came in, illuminating a corner and revealing the outline of the oxygen concentrator.

Xia Yiqing frowned slightly and curled her fingers on the bed sheet unconsciously. As far as she knew, Qi Hanmu's current physical condition was not very good. Then why did he leave the oxygen concentrator, which was related to his life safety, here?

Aren’t you afraid of not being able to breathe in the middle of the night and dying?

What nonsense.

Just across the villa, Qi Hanmu really didn't sleep well again tonight. After taking a sleeping pill, he opened his eyes in the middle of the night and stared at the ceiling silently like a night watchman in the dark night.

The feeling of suffocation is almost the same as being thrown into the ocean and being able to only stare at the black water.

It was very calm, but at the same time it felt like the lungs were blocked by an invisible hand, making it impossible to breathe in or out.

Perhaps, it would be nice to just say goodbye to the world quietly.

This dark thought would always slip out from time to time when the sky was getting dark, pretending to be a good friend, knocking on the heavy door of Qi Hanmu's heart.

Even though he had already accepted this matter in his heart, when the invisible big hand pinched his throat, Qi Hanmu couldn't help but struggle slightly.

It is an instinct, and also like a survivor's unconscious self-rescue in extreme situations.

“Click—”

The door was opened at this moment, and a ray of light came in from outside. However, Qi Hanmu couldn't even frown or close his eyes. He could only stiffen his whole body and squint hard, trying to see clearly who the person was.

Could it be Butler Qi?

No, Butler Qi has always respected him and would never barge in without his order.

Who could that be.

A gust of wind slipped out from the crack in the door, a bit like the cold wind in the middle of the night, making people feel creepy. Qi Hanmu might have been inadvertently excited, but he was actually invigorated by this gust of wind.

He supported himself on the bed with his elbows and slowly stood up, holding the fruit knife that the servant had accidentally dropped while peeling fruit. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and murderous intent flashed in his sharp eyes.

Qi Hanmu did not speak again. He might have concluded that the visitor was an enemy, and had already made defensive preparations before even greeting him.

He subconsciously resists everything that is out of his control, and subconsciously believes that only when everything is under control can people be safe.

Just as Qi Hanmu's face was tense and he was secretly gesturing at the man's figure, thinking about where to stab the fruit knife to achieve the maximum effect, the man spoke, catching him off guard.

"Third Master."

In a moment, just a little more than a second, Qi Hanmu felt as if a century had passed. The chaos of the world and the changes in the world seemed nothing compared to the regret that welled up in his heart.

He almost, just a little bit, hurt the person he loved the most.

“Dang—”

The knife fell to the ground, and there was no silver light reflected from it. It just happened to fall into a dark corner that should not have been discovered by anyone, and it became dead silent along with the place.

Qi Hanmu, who was secretly rejoicing, didn't know that the girl at the door had already witnessed the whole process silently.

Xia Yiqing had already understood something the moment Qi Hanmu picked up the fruit knife. Her night vision was not bad, on the contrary it was quite good, so she could clearly see the hesitation in the man's eyes when he dropped the knife.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Xia Yiqing's eyes.

As expected of Mr. Qi San, he is so vigilant that he is afraid of being harmed even at home and always has to carry something to be on guard.

Although on second thought, it is not impossible. After all, Qi Hanmu's family is large and powerful, his status is noble, and he has no decent heir. He must protect himself, lest the hard work of so many people in the business empire be overturned in one day and the century-old foundation be destroyed.

Although Xia Yiqing felt a little sad at first because she was not recognized, it seemed that now that Qi Hanmu stumbled towards her, the bitterness had long since turned into relief.

He just didn't recognize her.

Her back stiffened for a moment, and Xia Yiqing took the initiative to speak, looking at Qi Hanmu in the cool night, "Third Master, I want to ask, that oxygen concentrator is still in the master bedroom, do you need it sent to you?"

The girl's voice was soft, like a dream, illusory and elusive, and could disappear without a trace at any time.

Qi Hanmu's pace gradually slowed down, but he did not stop, and he got closer to Xia Yiqing step by step.

He didn't know how to describe his mood. Perhaps he should be happy because Xia Yiqing cared about him, but it would be more accurate to say that he had mixed feelings.

He deliberately left the oxygen concentrator in the master bedroom.

Its function is also very simple, and when Xia Yiqing sees it, she will think of its user.

Now it seems that the purpose of that thing has been achieved.

"No," Qi Hanmu's breath was not steady. He paused for a moment before continuing his words.

"Now, ahem, I don't need that thing, it's okay."

Xia Yiqing opened her mouth, but there seemed to be no sound in Qi Hanmu's ears.

He ignored his right ear and reached his left hand to the auricle of his left ear, pressed the in-ear hearing aid hard, frowned, and quickly let go.

In fact, it wasn’t that Qi Hanmu’s ears had problems again, it was just that Xia Yiqing simply didn’t say anything.

She always felt that something was strange, but she couldn't find out the specific situation. Qi Hanmu said no, so shouldn't the oxygen concentrator be thrown away? Why was it left in the master bedroom?

Moreover, it happened to be a corner where she could easily find it.

Because Xia Yiqing had hidden snacks in that place before, she naturally had a deeper impression of it.

I don’t know if Qi Hanmuqing knows about this.

After a long silence, Qi Hanmu took the initiative to break the stillness. "You're not sleeping so late just to come over and tell me something like this?"

The man's tone sounded relatively calm. In fact, if Xia Yiqing could see Qi Hanmu's expression clearly, she would know that he must be secretly happy.