Chapter 16 He is indeed sick

Bless the hospital.

Zhu Linbin had just come off the operating table. The eight-hour operation had made his eyes very dry. He rubbed his eyes and took out his cell phone to call Zhu Shouwen.

The call was connected at the last second.

"You guessed right. Qi Yanxue came to me and said he was willing to help fill the 50 million yuan deficit as long as we agreed to let Zhuyuan Hospital belong to the Qi Group. But I refused as you said."

Zhu Linbin sighed, "But I think that no matter how you look at this cooperation, we're both the ones who profit. Why not agree?"

Zhu Shouwen said gently, "Lin Bin, you just need to take care of your hospital. I'll take care of everything else. Doctors are responsible for doing their duty of saving lives and healing the wounded. Don't get involved in business matters anymore. You're not suitable."

I wish Lin Bin silence.

As his brother, he treated everything calmly and didn't even blame himself for losing such a huge sum of money.

Zhu Linbin certainly didn't have much to say, but he was a little worried: "Can Zhu Wendong really pay that bill?"

"Even if she can't fill it out, she has to," Zhu Shouwen added, "and she wants 5% of the shares of Zhu Group, and you have to pay for that."

Zhu Linbin paused as he pushed open the office door. "5%? She's asking for too much!"

"If you do something wrong, you should be prepared to pay the price. Okay, I'm hanging up now." Zhu Shouwen said worriedly, "Also, stay away from that kid Qi Yanxue. He's not a pushover."

Zhu Linbin didn't take this to heart. He didn't have a deep impression of Qi Yanxue, the rising star. He only remembered that he was an illegitimate child adopted by the Qi family.

Later, I heard that fewer and fewer people in the circle said that he was an illegitimate child, and instead he was replaced by Mr. Qi, the second-in-command of the Qi Group, or the Second Young Master Qi.

However, he was not interested in the affairs of the Qi family, and the same was true for Qi Yanxue.

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Biesong Community.

After taking a shower, Zhu Wendong stood on the balcony and talked on the phone: "I want to add something to Baode's auction tomorrow night. I wonder if Baode is interested?"

The person on the other side said softly, "Please speak."

Zhu Wendong's tone was so calm, almost blown away by the wind outside the window: "A butterfly sapphire necklace from Bubel designer's Princess series."

"Please wait a moment." 30 seconds later, the other party replied: "No problem, please bring the items on time tomorrow night."

Zhu Wendong responded and hung up the phone. She sat on the hammock on the balcony, her fingers gripping the phone drooped as she stared blankly into the distance.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there were lights in the distance, but she felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, and the coldness and boredom spread from deep within her like creeping vines.

Ding Dong—

The doorbell rang, and someone broke the prison of her self-imposed isolation, as if to tell her that she was not alone.

Zhu Wendong came to his senses, stood up and opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Qi Yanxue's cold and unruly face.

Zhu Wendong asked slowly, "What's wrong?"

Qi Yanxue leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her furrowed brows: "Is this something troubling you?"

The tone was still flat, not like concern, but just a casual question.

Zhu Wendong shook his head and repeated, "What do you want?"

The girl's bright and big almond-shaped eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this moment, her pink cherry lips were pressed into a straight line, and she was in a low mood. The spirit that she had used to confront him in the past disappeared.

Logically, he should be happy.

In the five years since their breakup, he had planned countless times to take revenge on Zhu Wendong if she appeared before him again, to make her life miserable. Those who betrayed their sincerity should live in pain.

But now he didn't seem to be satisfied. His heart was like his frowning brows, clenched into a ball, and his breathing even stopped for a moment.

Qi Yanxue remained calm and said nonchalantly, "How long do you want to keep my clothes? You won't cry in my arms at night, missing the smell of your ex-boyfriend, will you?"

Zhu Wendong: “…”

He dared to speak, but she didn't dare to listen.

Feeling powerless, Zhu Wendong took a deep breath and cursed him, "You're sick!"

After seeing her scold, Qi Yanxue decisively turned around, as if to get something, leaving him alone at the door.

He lowered his head and let his hair fall down, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

He is indeed sick.

When Zhu Wendong came back from the balcony with a black coat, he saw the man with his head down and his hands folded in front of his chest. Only then did he notice that he was wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater, which highlighted his lean and powerful muscles. Standing under the entrance light, he exuded a charming and sexy aura.

He looked up at the sound, his dark eyes fixed on her, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow, and his neat and smooth facial features made it impossible to look away.

Zhu Wendong felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he quickly walked over and threw his clothes on his head, blocking his view.

Qi Yanxue pulled down her clothes, revealing her fluffy short hair, which made her look even more lazy. She said meaningfully, "How can I see it if it's covered?"

Zhu Wendong pretended not to understand: "What are you looking at? What's so good about it?"

Qi Yanxue said generously, "I'll let you watch it for a few more seconds today. After all, you won't be able to see it tomorrow."

You like to watch it, right? He will have plastic surgery tomorrow!

Unconsciously, the haze in his heart dissipated. Zhu Wendong looked up at him and asked in confusion: "You're not going to live tomorrow?"

“…”

Qi Yanxue's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you so eager for me to die?"

Zhu Wendong blinked his eyes innocently.

Qi Yanxue laughed in anger and said calmly, "Don't worry, if I really die, I will drag you down with me."

Zhu Wendong was in no mood to joke with him. His eyes fell on the half of his arm that was exposed. The veins in the grooves were prominent, and the undercurrent of blood was like a dangerous beast hiding deep inside.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, as if sensing her gaze, Qi Yanxue turned over her arm, revealing a small tooth mark on the inside.

Zhu Wendong just glanced at it and looked away without any emotion. "I've returned the clothes to you. It's okay, I'm closing the shop."

Qi Yanxue stretched out her leg to stop her from closing the door. Zhu Wendong pulled at the door with his hand, but it didn't move at all.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Qi Yanxue stretched out her arms in front of her, looking like she had suffered a great injustice: "What a scumbag, you are not responsible for this?"

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Zhu Wendong reacted and pointed at the tooth mark: "Qi Yanxue, you are not going to blame me for the romantic affairs you left behind."

Qi Yanxue suddenly snorted coldly, and as he withdrew his hand, he sneered, "I must be sick to expect you to remember."

After saying that, he released his grip on the door and walked back to the house with his long legs.

A "bang" sound echoed in the corridor.

Before going to sleep, Zhu Wendong thought of Qi Yanxue's back, and inexplicably felt like a decent woman who had been defiled and went to the man's house to ask for punishment but to no avail.

I thought about it for a second, but fell asleep before I could think deeply.