After the party ended, when Qin Shisheng returned to her Bentley, Jiang Zhou respectfully handed her the information he had found.

President Qin stared at the documents and gestured for him to speak:

"President Qin, the woman's name is Yao Qian. She is nineteen years old, 1.68 meters tall, and weighs fifty kilograms."

Graduated from Binjiang University with outstanding academic performance, skipping three grades at one point, and winning scholarships multiple times during university!

Currently working as an intern at Shengcheng People's Hospital, I am still single and have very few social activities. I spend most of my time alone and enjoy dancing folk dances.

Her parents died early, and she has only one relative, her brother Yao Nan, who is 23 years old and runs a restaurant in their hometown of Yuancheng.

His finger lingered on a photo of her from her university days, in which she had a fresh and refined smile and a curvaceous figure that could be described as "perfect".

The last photo is a close-up of her brother, who is holding her hand in a bar.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up...

Upon hearing this, a flash of coldness crossed Qin Shisheng's eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Is all of this truly a coincidence?"

“Her social circle is very small. She has always been a loner and has never had any contact with any wealthy or powerful people. According to my investigation, she did not deliberately approach you.”

Ah Jiang sensed a hint of disappointment in Master Qin's tone. "Master Qin, if you are interested in her, I can go..." Ah Jiang replied respectfully.

However, a subtle, cold smile appeared on Qin Mingsheng's lips.

She waved her hand gently, "No need to rush."

He doesn't have time to pursue women right now, unless she's willing to be his mistress, but it seems like that will take some time and effort.

I couldn't help but think to myself: This kind of girl doesn't have much demand for material things and money, she is very hard-working and ambitious, and she doesn't have any burdens that would drag her down. She's not easy to pursue.

We soon met for the second time, two months later during the National Day holiday, on the Beijing-Harbin Expressway.

I was sitting on a bus, on my way back to my hometown, when I witnessed 16 vehicles colliding one after another like dominoes, and our bus was forced to stop.

All that could be heard ahead were cries and screams.

A thin man in a black suit was seen anxiously running around the highway, asking questions.

Are there any doctors on site?

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice screamed frantically, "Is there a doctor?"

I was an intern at the time, and I was torn about whether or not to lend a helping hand.

Just then, an older middle-aged man stepped forward.

"I am a doctor."

The bus driver quickly opened the door and resolutely got off.

Without hesitation, I followed closely behind, eager to see the patient's injuries and see if I could help.

"I'm an intern, I can help too," I said to the middle-aged doctor, thinking that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

The middle-aged doctor smiled. "Well done, young lady."

Upon seeing this, the man in the suit quickly pulled us over.

"President Qin, please hang in there!"

The luxury car next to him was wrecked beyond recognition. A man of about 30 years old was lying on the ground, covered in blood, with pale lips and face, and a wound on his head from which bright red blood was still flowing.

The middle-aged doctor was experienced and fearless, and began the examination.

"His leg is probably broken. As for whether there is intracranial bleeding, it is still uncertain. I will start CPR first." The middle-aged doctor's words were calm and firm.

They quickly began performing CPR on him.

His tightly closed eyes finally twitched.

"Give him artificial respiration." The middle-aged male doctor's eyes were sharp as he looked at the man in the suit.

"Beautiful lady, come on over! As long as you can save our CEO Qin, we'll pay you whatever you want." The man in the suit's voice carried a hint of flattery.

"This isn't kissing, it's CPR! Hurry up!" The middle-aged doctor urged urgently.

I gently stroked his lips and blew on them.

He woke up shortly afterward, his eyes somewhat glazed.

The moment the man opened his eyes, the sight of the woman's clear, large eyes touched his heart, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Upon closer inspection, I recognized her as the woman I had met at the bar; she was still so ethereal and beautiful!

The middle-aged doctor asked professionally and with concern, "Are you dizzy? Do you feel numbness on one side of your body?"

He managed to utter two words: "No... there."

"That's good. His head injury is just minor. You can clean up the wound on his head, and I'll take care of his leg injury." The doctor immediately began to treat the wound on his leg.

I nodded quickly, gently wiping the wound on his head, and then disinfecting it with iodine.

After cleaning the bloodstains from his face, you could see his deep-set features, high nose bridge, and well-defined contours. His slender eyes seemed to see right through people, and he was very mature, composed, and even had a touch of authority.

After a while,

He grasped my hand and said weakly and indistinctly, "Your lips are so soft... so soft."

On the highway, I couldn't hear anything.

"Sir, what are you saying?"

He smiled at me, gesturing for me to come closer.

I put my ear close to him.

His weak voice came to my ear: "We are truly destined to meet!"

"Ah!" I was a little confused, after all, we wouldn't see each other for another two months.

I didn't recognize him at the time.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

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