Chapter 210 Extra: Xie Song 7
Not long after the two finished talking, they arrived at the cinema, and the movie just started when they entered.
Although this foreign film is well-known, the story of friendship between killers is somewhat unpopular among domestic audiences, and the entire theater was less than half full.
Halfway through the movie, Xie Yeting saw one of the protagonists pull out a pistol.
His eyes moved slightly, and his eyes glanced at Song Qiangwei beside him.
Song Qiangwei felt complicated for a moment.
This old friend who has fought alongside her for many years uses the same model of pistol as the one in the movie.
Sometimes, some things may not be as easy to give up as she imagined.
Xie Yeting had received news before that there would be a pistol used by the killer Qiangwei at tomorrow's auction.
Giving her this pistol would probably be a bigger surprise to her than giving her anything else.
Both of them are people who never show their emotions, and until the end of the movie, neither of them was aware of the other's thoughts.
The journey back was much quieter. Song Qiangwei was not the kind of person who dwelled on sadness.
She was silent at the moment entirely because she was cautious about the implementation of the plan later. She had even taken a leave of absence.
More than 20 minutes later, Xie Yeting sent her upstairs. Just like last night, he was pushed against the wall by the woman again.
This time he was more calm and composed, and even took the initiative to put his arm around her waist and pull her closer.
"Miss Song, let me give you a piece of advice: once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back."
If it really comes to that, he won't back out easily.
Song Qiangwei lightly lifted his chin with one finger, and her slightly innocent eyebrows raised, revealing a hint of charm and provocation at this moment.
"Mr. Xie, you don't even dare to try?"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere around him became subtle.
A shadow with a domineering aura fell, and the two figures merged and overlapped, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
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The sun was high in the sky, and the dazzling light shone into the room from the window. The woman woke up slowly from the bed and heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen.
She found the slippers placed under the bed, walked slowly to the kitchen, and saw the busy figure of a man in an apron.
"Mr. Xie, shall we continue tonight?"
Xie Yeting knew she was coming, and when he heard these words, he felt helpless, but also became more accustomed to her direct way of speaking.
He turned around, his eyes first falling on her feet, making sure she was wearing slippers, before looking at her unmade-up face.
"No, I'll take you to the hospital after dinner."
Last night she suddenly lost her strength, but soon recovered as normal. He then realized that he had missed something -
The night before yesterday, the fruit she bought fell to the ground, not because the bag was broken, but because she lost her strength.
As a killer, it is impossible to have such physical fitness. The only explanation is the "price of leaving the organization" mentioned in the dream.
When Song Qiangwei heard this, her expression changed slightly, and for the first time, she showed obvious resistance in front of him.
She loves to eat all kinds of delicious food, but that doesn't include taking medicine.
Xie Yeting found it a little funny and deliberately provoked her, "Ms. Qiangwei, who is so feared by everyone, is actually afraid of seeing a doctor?"
Song Qiangwei was not provoked by him. She put away the expression on her face and rejected him sternly, "I have seen a doctor."
Xie Yeting changed his words, "Then go for a follow-up check."
Song Qiangwei's mood completely hit rock bottom.
While eating, Song Qiangwei had a stern face and ate the chicken noodle soup made by Xie Yeting without saying a word.
Xie Yeting contacted the chef at home in the morning and learned the recipe for noodle soup on the spur of the moment. He only served it on the table after making sure that the taste was acceptable.
"This is my first time cooking. If it's not delicious, please forgive me, Miss Song."
Song Qiangwei had eaten delicacies from land and sea, as well as leftovers. To be fair, this noodle soup was not particularly delicious.
But it gave her a feeling of home deep in her memory.
"Well enough."
Xie Yeting curled his lips.
The fact that she was willing to respond to him showed that she was not really angry and there was still room for maneuver regarding the medical treatment.
As expected, after dinner, Song Qiangwei reluctantly changed her clothes at Xie Yeting's urging and followed him out.
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Xie Yeting made an appointment with an expert in advance and also called Zhou Hao.
After the doctor examined Song Qiangwei, he just prescribed some medicine for her.
"Some of her meridians are severely damaged. With current medical technology, there's no way to cure it. We can only slowly nurture her."
On the way back, the doctor's words kept echoing in Xie Yeting's mind.
He found it hard to imagine her past, but even though he had never experienced the pain of damaged meridians, he knew how painful it was.
And she endured all these things.
"Mr. Xie, you've heard that my disease may never be cured. Are you sure you want to continue dating me?"
Song Qiangwei never regretted it. As long as she could leave there, she would try no matter what the cost.
If Xie Yeting had any dissatisfaction with her illness, there would be no need for their relationship to continue.
Xie Yeting gripped the steering wheel tightly.
After a few seconds, he said earnestly, "Everyone gets sick sometimes, and this will not affect our relationship."
Song Qiangwei was stunned for a moment, and then her mood inexplicably improved.
"I'm not feeling inferior, I just want to advise Mr. Xie that it's not too late for you to get out of this situation."
Xie Yeting glanced at her and expressed his inner thoughts directly like her.
"Since last night, I have no intention of getting away."
She is not the only one who has tasted the sweetness of it; the experience belongs to both of them, as does the pleasure gained.
Song Qiangwei also recalled last night.
She held her chin with one hand, her eyes flickering as she asked flirtatiously, "Mr. Xie, do you remember what you said before? The choice between the two options is in my hands."
In other words, whether he can get away or not is up to her.
Xie Yeting raised his eyebrows, "If I want to leave no matter what, won't Miss Song let me go?"
Song Qiangwei seemed to be thinking seriously, "The imprisonment and play method of only getting the body but not the heart has its own unique flavor."
Xie Yeting didn't say anything else, but he was very clear about his expectations and had no intention of suppressing them.
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Song Qiangwei didn't sleep much last night. She returned home, took some medicine, and went to sleep under the hypnotic effect of the medicine.
Xie Yeting sat in the living room, turned on the computer brought by Assistant Li, and began to deal with the company's accumulated affairs.
In the quiet room, only the occasional faint sound of keyboards could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone on the coffee table vibrated a series of times, and the caller ID indicated Assistant Li.
"Boss Xie, someone cracked the location Young Master filled out and tried to intercept the gun while it was being transported. We've successfully captured them and detained them."
YFN only announced Qiangwei's death, but did not produce any death certificate, which has no credibility at all.
In this situation, it is inevitable that some people will be ready to make trouble by using Qiangwei's identity.
When Xie Yeting sent Assistant Li to investigate Qiangwei, he accidentally discovered that someone was impersonating Qiangwei.
This pistol can prove Qiangwei's identity. Once they get it, many things will become uncontrollable.
Therefore, Xie Yeting arranged people in advance and worked together with the people from the auction house just in case.
Xie Yeting asked them about their number plates and knew that it was Earl who took the photo of the pistol. "Where is the delivery location?"
Assistant Li: "Warehouse No. 13 on Quanyang Road, probably in the southeastern suburbs."
Xie Yeting instructed him, "Check the warehouse owner. Also, transfer Earl's account location abroad."
Assistant Li: "Okay, Mr. Xie."
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