The next afternoon.

As the surgery time approached, Lin Qingle saw that Su Yang had not arrived yet. He turned his head to look at the two bags on the table, looking nervous and uneasy, and the uneasiness in his heart was constantly extending.

"Qingle, don't worry. Didn't the doctor say? Your operation is very simple. Just relax and don't be stressed." Seeing her sad face, Lin's mother felt very distressed. She used to be so glamorous in front of the camera, but now she looks a little haggard because of her daughter.

She hadn't seen a smile on her daughter's face for a long time.

Lin Qingle lowered her eyes and remained silent, her hands tightly grasping the quilt. Thinking of the unfortunate incident this morning when she got up to go to the bathroom and was suddenly hit by a fallen floor lamp, she felt more and more that something would definitely happen during the operation today.

“Boom boom boom—”

There was a sudden knock on the door. Lin Qingle raised her eyes and looked towards the door. She tightened her grip on the quilt and tried her best to suppress her expectations. "Come in."

As the door opened, a beautiful and dignified figure came into view of everyone in the ward. Lin Qingle's mouth curled up slightly, and light gradually appeared in his originally dull eyes.

"I thought...you weren't coming!"

Su Yang raised his wrist to check the time: "I shouldn't be late, right?"

"Su Yang?"

When Director Lin saw her, he was surprised for a moment, then looked at his daughter, wondering when the two of them became so familiar with each other. Su Yang nodded to them calmly.

When Mother Lin heard the name 'Su Yang', her eyes unconsciously wandered over her, but before she could say anything, Lin Qingle spoke up: "Dad, Mom, please go out for a moment. Miss Su and I have something to talk about."

Mother Lin was a little hesitant at first, thinking that the two of them might have some secret conversation that she, as a mother, must not hear.

"Oh, okay, then you guys chat, but... Qingle, the surgery will start in ten minutes, so hurry up." Director Lin whispered, then pulled Lin's mother out of the ward.

"I brought everything you wanted. It's right there."

After the door of the ward was closed, Lin Qingle spoke slowly and pointed at the two bags on the table.

Su Yang walked over and took a look at the jewelry box wrapped in black cloth in the bag. He thought that this should be the obsidian necklace.

She picked up a magnolia bottle from another bag. It was all white, small and exquisite, with a bright luster. There were several handmade magnolia flowers carved on the bottle. The petals exuded a touch of calmness, like a graceful figure, elegant and quiet, which was quite consistent with her own temperament.

"How is it? Is it not damaged? I was very careful when I took it." Lin Qingle asked tentatively when he saw her looking at the bottle so confidently.

Su Yang nodded, put the bottle back into the bag, turned around and looked at her: "I will take the necklace away. It has too much evil energy and is not suitable for wearing. I may not return it..."

"It's okay. I don't want the necklace anymore. It's fine if you take it."

Su Yang took out the red string that Qiansui gave her last night from her bag and handed it to her: "Put this on and don't take it off."

Lin Qingle took it blankly, looking at the red rope which couldn't be more ordinary, a little dazed: "Just this one rope?"

"The silver bead above can absorb the evil spirit in you. When all the evil spirit in you is absorbed, the bead will turn black. Then you can take down the rope and burn it with an open flame."

"It's... that simple?"

“It’s that simple.”

“Those with good intentions will absorb things faster.”

Although Lin Qingle still had doubts about this matter, she just wanted to have peace of mind, so she nodded and tied the red rope around her wrist.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, we just take what we need." Su Yang picked up the two bags and turned around and paused: "Ms. Lin, if too many people know about this, it's not a good thing."

Lin Qingle raised her eyes, knowing what she meant, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, including my parents. After all, this is not a glorious thing for me."

"Then I wish you a speedy recovery."

Su Yang nodded, picked up two bags and left the ward. He then said hello to Director Lin and his mother outside and left.

——

Time flies and a few days pass.

Su Yang never saw Rong Xi again after that day, and because of his busy work, he rejected Rong Xi's invitations to dinner and shopping several times.

After the tenth episode of "Idol Descends" was recorded, another producer approached Su Yang and invited her to participate in one of the hottest love-themed variety shows. After knowing the basic procedures, Su Yang refused.

But the producer seemed to have an indomitable spirit. No matter how Su Yang refused, the producer still refused to give up. In the end, Su Yang felt embarrassed to refuse, so he took over the process and planning form and said that he would seriously consider it.

And Qi Tianhao also gave her a "satisfactory answer".

When she saw the news that Qi Tianhao had a car accident due to a fatal racing, she raised her eyebrows, tapped lightly on the edge of the tablet with her slender white fingers, and a faint curve appeared at the corners of her lips.

This retribution came much faster than she had imagined.

On the other side, when Rong Zhan saw this report, a dark light gradually surged in his eyes, and the words Su Yang said that night emerged in his mind.

Including the time when he was injured, this was the second time. If it was a coincidence, where did she swear that day come from? Rong Zhan threw his phone on the table, leaned back in his chair leisurely, and raised his cool lips. It seemed that his wife, who had spent 1 billion to marry, had many secrets.

Thinking of what the mysterious master invited by his grandmother said, he slowly lowered his eyes, glanced at the red rope on his wrist, gently stroking it with his fingers, with a hint of obscure emotion in his eyes.

"bump--"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, disrupting his thoughts. Rong Zhan slowly turned his head, and his sharp hawk-like eyes were reflected on the figure at the door like a sharp sword.

Xi Youlin, who was standing at the door, was startled by his gaze and instinctively took a small step back. He smiled and raised his hand to greet him: "Hi, Brother Zhan, long time no see."

"Long time no see? Which dog did I see yesterday?" Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes, looking lazy and affectionate: "Are you very free?"

"Who said that? I'm busy, okay?" Xi Youlin refuted seriously, then walked to his desk with a playful smile, and rested his hands on the table: "Isn't this because I care about you? Did you see the news about Qi Tianhao? You didn't even do anything, but he killed himself. I'm so happy. Those who were bullied by him must be very happy now, having gotten rid of their anger."

"I saw it." Rong Zhan withdrew his gaze coldly: "The heat is decreasing. The Qi family should be withdrawing the heat."

(End of this chapter)