Xia Wan took out an ice pack and placed it on Cui Ziqi's face.
"Luckily it's not swollen, otherwise it would look terrible."
She muttered to herself, her gaze lingering on Cui Ziqi's face.
It was still that perfect, flawless face, with smooth facial lines like the skillful brushstrokes of a master painter, and exquisite features arranged in a harmonious way. Even the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth exuded an extreme beauty.
Cui Ziqi glanced down at her and caught the admiration in her eyes.
"shallow."
He avoided her gaze, casually took the ice pack and tossed it onto the coffee table, then got up and walked towards the bedroom.
"Ugh! I need to apply ice for a while longer!"
As Xia Wan finished speaking, the bedroom door closed.
The wind blew in through the French windows, and even the strands of hair fluttering at her temples seemed to carry a sense of helplessness.
She actually had a lot of questions for Cui Ziqi, about the Sanmen Wharf incident and about Duan Shuangshuang's request for him to kill Zheng Minghuai.
But every time she was about to speak, her mind was filled with Cui Ziqi's extremely cold-hearted words.
'Xia Wan, you really think too highly of yourself.'
She doesn't seem to have the right to restrict any of Cui Ziqi's actions.
She leaned back, sinking into the sofa.
The setting sun painted half the sky red, and orange light streamed in through the window, mingling with the warm yellow sofa.
The girl tilted her head, relaxed her limbs, and stared unfocusedly at the orange-red sky with her dark pupils slightly narrowed.
My thoughts gradually drifted away.
Zheng Minghuai has already started targeting Cui Ziqi, and has inexplicably been paying more attention to her.
The protagonist's shift in focus towards supporting characters is detrimental to the marginalization of her and Cui Ziqi's novel.
What should she do to keep Cui Ziqi away from the two main characters?
I was just thinking about it.
The door to the second bedroom opened.
Cui Ziqi changed his clothes and went out to see a girl sprawled on the sofa like a stagnant pool.
He frowned slightly and walked to Xia Wan's side.
"Get up and come with me to a place."
Xia Wan snapped out of her daze and saw the man's tall figure standing beside her. She was slightly taken aback before realizing what he had said.
Where to?
Cui Ziqi stood against the light, his tall and straight features outlined by the warm light, and a faint, wicked smile appeared on his face, which was hidden in the shadows.
"Cui Family Southern Pharmaceutical Factory".
...
That night.
A Mercedes-Benz drove away from the urban area of Lincheng and headed south along the winding highway.
The surveillance cameras suspended on the highway, which had been out of service for a long time, finally started working again after capturing moving vehicles.
A flash of white light captured the image of Zuo Cheng in the driver's seat, looking seriously ahead.
The partition between the front and rear seats of the Mercedes-Benz had been raised long ago.
Cui Ziqi was typing away on his laptop in the back seat. The white light shone on his handsome face, making him look very serious.
Xia Wan sat next to him, her head sinking into the soft leather armchair, her gaze fixed on Cui Ziqi's slender fingers moving constantly.
She flipped through the original text again and looked up information about the 'Cui Family Southern Pharmaceutical Factory'.
In the original novel, the only mention of the Cui family's southern pharmaceutical factory is in brief when describing Cui Ziqi's tyranny.
Due to a manufacturing error at the Cui family's Southern Pharmaceutical Factory, more than a dozen patients died on the spot, leading to a disturbance by the patients' families.
Under orders from his father, Cui Ziqi violently suppressed the patients' families. Rumors circulated that because the patients' families were causing too much trouble, Cui Ziqi directly massacred more than a dozen families.
That night, blood flowed like a river in Anshou Village, and the warning lights of police cars illuminated half the mountain.
Xia Wan regained her senses and looked up at the cold, hard profile of the man beside her.
This little pervert is really good at enduring things. Cui Jiyang splashed dirty water on him bucket after bucket, but he didn't resist at all.
Just for the relics left by his mother?
But he wasn't even willing to search for his mother's relatives. Did he really care about that inanimate object in Cui Jiyang's hands?
Have you seen enough?
The man's cold voice interrupted her thoughts.
She blinked, her gaze sliding down to the man's computer screen.
She only stayed for a short while before she was dizzy from the rapidly jumping code.
She looked at Cui Ziqi's face again, which slightly relieved her dizziness.
Aren't you dizzy?
He had been looking at the computer ever since he got on the bus.
At first it was work-related, but later it turned into coding. With so much data and information coming in, she felt sorry for him.
"I'm dizzy, but I can bear it," Cui Ziqi said calmly.
Xia Wan: ……
The car's roof light illuminated Cui Ziqi's slightly pale face, and Xia Wan felt a pang of sadness for no reason.
Why is he so concerned about the problems at Cui's Pharmaceutical Factory? He's even enduring dizziness to do things for Cui Jiyang. Does he really think he's some kind of Ninja Turtle?
She leaned against the seat, her gaze fixed directly on Cui Ziqi's face.
It was hard for Cui Ziqi to ignore such a strong, even scorching, gaze.
He frowned and turned his head, meeting Xia Wan's gaze. Just as he was about to speak, the girl's clear voice entered his ears.
"I'm sleepy."
"Go to sleep when you're tired."
Cui Ziqi tossed the blanket next to her rather ungentlely.
Xia Wan remained silent, only staring at him.
"The light is too bright, I can't sleep."
Cui Ziqi turned off the car's roof light.
Xia Wan's slender, fair fingertips landed on the direction of his computer screen.
"And this light is also very bright."
Cui Ziqi's head was already spinning, and now it was even more so.
He was angry.
Why is it so troublesome for this woman to even take a nap?
In the past, if anyone disturbed his work, he would definitely point the silver spear in his pocket at that person's throat and see if they would still dare to make a sound.
But now.
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