Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat when she heard Mu Xingzhi's words: Did this guy have some kind of mental activity detection radar installed? Or perhaps he simply had the ability to read minds? How could he guess what someone was thinking so quickly?
…even though she didn’t say a word.
Although the other party was mocking her, Su Qingluan was still skeptical: "...You really didn't interfere in this matter? Although I also think that intervening in a peasant woman's childbirth and causing a difficult labor would not do any good, but seeing that you are not surprised at all to see me come for help, you can't blame me for making such a guess, right?"
Seeing Su Qingluan's frankness, Mu Xingzhi was actually amused: "Why? You are judging others with your own mean heart, and you still think it's justified?"
Su Qingluan was surprised: "Gentleman? Where is the 'gentleman'? Song Bo?"
Song Bo, who was pushing the wheelchair nearby, suddenly burst into a violent coughing fit upon hearing this. He quickly covered his mouth and nose and waved his hand, saying, "Madam Su, you are too kind. I am just a rough man and cannot be called a 'gentleman'."
Su Qingluan was not polite: "As long as he is more gentlemanly than the person sitting there, right?"
Mu Xingzhi sneered with a fake smile: "It seems that Madam Su doesn't really want to ask for my help. You are so rude."
In fact, if Su Qingluan had just met Mu Xingzhi, she would not dare to do this even if she had a hundred courages. But after all, the two have known each other for more than half a year. Although Su Qingluan is not good at observing people's words and expressions, she is not a fool after all. What's more, in her previous life, she had seen all kinds of people in the hospital, a place where she could see all kinds of life. What kind of people had she not seen?
The hospital, especially the oncology clinic where she works, this place that connects life and death, is probably one of the places that can best display the various aspects of human nature.
The more you see, even if you haven't studied it carefully, you will still be able to understand a little bit of the ability to judge people.
Su Qingluan couldn't say that she understood Mu Xingzhi 100% - after all, she couldn't even be sure whether she understood herself 100% - but at least she understood that Mu Xingzhi's style of doing things was not impulsive.
In other words, as long as there are enough benefits, what you ask for will definitely come true - of course, this "benefit" does not necessarily refer to tangible "benefits" such as gold, silver and treasures.
From the moment she realized that it was useless to play any tricks with Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan let herself go - disguise was useless, inducement was useless, and all her strategies were just waving swords in front of Guan Gong in the eyes of others.
In this case, apart from keeping the secret of traveling through time and space, she basically tells everything she knows and never hides anything, and this time is no exception.
After all, at any time, we are not afraid of being smart, but we are afraid of being too smart. Such people often die very quickly and miserably. After all, she still cherishes her life very much, so she has to hold on to the thickest golden thigh she can hold on to so far.
So when Su Qingluan heard Mu Xingzhi's taunting that was almost threatening, she did not feel any fear at all - after all, if this man in front of her really wanted to get rid of her, he would even send her to see the King of Hell with a smile on his face.
So, not only did she not show any panic, but she also sat down in the chair opposite Mu Xingzhi and said, "Since you, Mr. Mu, have guessed that I would come to visit, haven't you decided to go with me?"
Mu Xingzhi snorted coldly: "You are quite good at making amends for yourself."
"It's not that I'm trying to make amends," Su Qingluan shook her head and said with certainty, "If you really don't want to help, and you already know that I will definitely come to you to ask for help, then even if Song Bo lets me in today, he might just say, 'My boss is away,' and send me back, right?"
This is what Su Qingluan only remembered after she was surprised at first - if Mu Xingzhi really didn't want to help, his usual practice would definitely be to close the door and refuse visitors just like he did to other villagers.
Of course, he used the phrase "feeling unwell and resting in bed" for others, and "not in the house" for her. The two expressions were essentially the same. After all, even if it was a rejection, Mu Xingzhi would not let anyone find fault with him.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi restrained his sarcastic expression and instead looked at Su Qingluan with some interest: "You seem to know me quite well?"
Su Qingluan took a big sip of tea—she had sweated a lot on the way here and was already thirsty—and took a deep breath, revealing a somewhat servile smile: "After all, strictly speaking, you are also my boss. Since you are employed by someone, you should know a little bit about your employer, right?"
"Then Qingluan, do you know that since ancient times, no matter who is in a high position, they are very averse to being seen through by their subordinates?" Mu Xingzhi asked back.
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "You are different."
"Oh? I didn't expect Qingluan to trust me so much?"
"It's not about trust or anything like that," Su Qingluan shook her head. "That can only guarantee whether you believe it or not, but it can't guarantee whether others believe it or not. It's just that, although the relationship between us is similar to that of superiors and subordinates, it's still different in the end."
Su Qingluan looked at the man opposite her. "What I've always sought is a carefree life, with a happy and healthy family. This doesn't conflict with your pursuits, nor does it create competition. Rather, seeing my ability to make money, if we can ensure cooperation, it will only benefit you, without any trouble."
What's more, Mu Xingzhi would certainly be happy to see such small technical support as the improvement of weapon forging methods or the modification of stirrups.
"I admit that I was very casual and disrespectful when speaking to you, but that's not necessary, is it? This isn't a magnificent palace, and there are only three of us. I think both you and Song Bo are used to my casual demeanor."
Mu Xingzhi actually showed a smile without any sarcasm at this time, and nodded: "Indeed, this is what I admire most about you, Qingluan." It is clear that instead of doing unnecessary things, it is better to generously and directly provide the value that you can demonstrate rather than clumsily flattering and being too polite. This is the most comfortable attitude for the partner.
Su Qingluan shrugged: "Thank you for the compliment. It is very pleasant to be appreciated by someone you like."
"Pleasant to the eye?" Song Bo was surprised. "This is the first time I've heard a young lady use the word 'pleasing to the eye' to describe my boss."
"What? Is there anyone who dislikes Mu Xingzhi?" Su Qingluan was very curious: Is there really such a strange person? Although she knew that Mu Xingzhi was probably a ruthless and cruel person, the kind who would kill people and then ask if it hurt, she completely put herself in the position of "collaborator".
Because there are no filters, you can see it clearly.
However, thinking back to the way Tian Xing'er's face turned red with joy when she mentioned "Mr. Mu", he became curious about what kind of extraordinary woman could "see the essence through the phenomenon" and realize that Mu Xingzhi was not a good person.
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