Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Popularity Voting - Qin Du VS Cheng...
Cheng Yunqing took out Liu Jingheng's documents from the express cabinet, two copies in total.
He took a casual glance and found that the mailing addresses of the two documents were the Exit and Entry Reception Hall and the Visa Service Hall of the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau respectively.
Cheng Yunqing suddenly raised his eyes.
Visa service hall?
His fingers were tightly gripping the briefcase, his knuckles turning pale.
In an instant, he tore open the document bag and took out the contents: a passport and an American visa.
Cheng Yunqing's pupils suddenly dilated. He suddenly opened the car door and got in, shifted gears, and stepped hard on the accelerator.
Qin family.
Liu Jingheng was half asleep during her nap when she heard a commotion in the yard.
He climbed to the window and looked down, and saw a group of college students receiving etiquette training from Uncle Li.
Liu Jingheng then remembered that a junior from the Academy of Fine Arts had asked him to come to the Qin family for a visit and study, saying that the teacher's assignment this time was to design a luxury house. He didn't think too much about it and just said "OK".
One of life's great delusion: they are just being polite.
Although Liu Jingheng's fractures have almost healed, the doctor told her that she is not fully recovered yet. She still needs to rest for a while and wait for the right time to invite a doctor to provide rehabilitation training.
He struggled to climb onto the wheelchair with his clumsy legs, but the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Liu Jingheng, what is this?"
Before Liu Jingheng's neural reflexes could fully process the information about the person coming, the person rushed in front of him and threw the thing in his hand at him.
Liu Jingheng picked it up and took a look, then pointed at the gold-plated characters on the cover and said:
"Passport, and visa."
Cheng Yunqing raised his hand instantly, and dropped it immediately when it touched his eyebrows.
"I'm saying..." Cheng Yunqing suppressed his anger, mentally reminding himself that the person in front of him was Liu Jingheng. "Why are you suddenly planning to go abroad? You haven't fully recovered yet. Besides, the doctor said you should prepare for surgery as soon as possible."
Liu Jingheng tilted her head, her eyes unfocused. After a few minutes of downtime, she slowly woke up and turned on her computer:
“I went to the United States for medical treatment…”
Cheng Yunqing was suddenly stunned.
After a long pause, he slowly said, "Is this Qin Du's arrangement?"
"right."
Cheng Yunqing laughed angrily:
"Who is he to you? Why does he always have to meddle in your affairs? He kicked you out of the Qin family for such a trivial matter, and now he's pretending to be all-loving and great. Liu Jingheng, don't you have a brain? You just obey him in everything."
Cheng Yunqing regretted his words immediately after speaking out of frustration under emotional stress, and quickly changed his words:
"I mean, you are an independent individual too. Why do you have to obey him in everything?"
Liu Jingheng scratched the tip of his nose and looked around, trying to find his "Green Tea Guide" to respond.
But he couldn't remember where he had put it.
Until a deep and calm male voice sounded at the door:
"Because Liu Jingheng is smarter than you and knows that others are doing this for his own good."
Both of them were stunned and looked over.
At the door, Qin Du held his suit jacket in one hand and casually placed his car keys on the small cabinet.
Cheng Yunqing was worried that he would not be able to see Qin Du in person, so he pushed Liu Jingheng's wheelchair around, turned him around, facing the window, and then strode towards Qin Du.
"Mr. Qin, you should be aware that Liu Jingheng has a special physical condition. Moving him rashly is likely to aggravate his condition. Or are you so distrustful of domestic medical care that you are willing to gamble with his health to take him abroad?" He said righteously.
While they were talking, the college students who came to visit the Qin family's mansion had already arrived on the second floor. Hearing the quarrel, the Chinese people's souls were burning, and they had to join in the fun.
At the door of Liu Jingheng's room, several young heads were stacked up, their eyes wide open.
Qin Du disagreed with Cheng Yunqing's way of putting labels on others:
"Are you an angry young man? Do you have to talk about patriotism in everything, or are you so self-deprecating that you can only talk about the country?"
Cheng Yunqing's face turned ashen in an instant. These words really hit him hard.
"My parents are leaders in the medical field, and we have friends in the same field all over the world. We are well aware of the mission of being a doctor, and we will not measure everything with money like unscrupulous businessmen like you." Cheng Yunqing was so angry that he immediately launched a new round of attacks.
Qin Du looked down at Cheng Yunqing from above, and after a while, the corner of his eyebrow raised.
He leaned forward slightly, keeping his eyes level with Cheng Yunqing, with a friendly and polite smile on his face:
"But Liu Jingheng doesn't need to see a dentist."
A tall and powerful figure suddenly approached, causing Cheng Yunqing to take a step back involuntarily.
He stared at Qin Du's eyes, and his Adam's apple slid.
"When Liu Jingheng's wisdom teeth become inflamed to the point where they have to be extracted, I'll contact you in advance." Qin Du casually adjusted his cuffs, his tone hinting at sarcasm. "Then I'll ask you to recommend a good dental specialist."
Cheng Yunqing's hands hanging on both sides of his body slowly tightened, and green veins appeared on the sides of his neck.
He wanted to refute, but he was speechless.
Now, his only outstanding profession is as insignificant as dust in Qin Du's eyes.
How hard should I try to be able to be more presentable when facing Liu Jingheng and Qin Du at the same time?
Unable to compete with Qin Du, Cheng Yunqing turned to find Liu Jingheng, leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Liu Jingheng, although I'm not a cardiologist, I know many excellent doctors. If you need anything, please let me know. I'm always waiting for your call."
Liu Jingheng was so dazed that she almost fell asleep. After a while, she said, "Okay."
A perfunctory and mechanical "OK" immediately appeased Cheng Yunqing, and a smile appeared on his face again.
Then he looked straight ahead, naturally ignoring Qin Du, said hello to Uncle Li, and strode out of the Qin family under the watching gazes of the college students.
Qin Du turned around slowly, and the students immediately scattered like birds and beasts when they saw him.
A group of people ran downstairs, still savoring what they had just seen and heard.
"Oh my god, I didn't expect such an unexpected gain. How did I happen to come across such a large-scale Shura scene?"
"I have to say it, Senior Cheng Yunqing is really pitiful. If it were me, I would have given up long ago."
"Who made him like someone he shouldn't like? He's arguing with President Qin. He really hasn't considered his own weight."
It was supposed to be a normal discussion, but as a group of young people became too aggressive and unwilling to give in, the discussion turned into an argument.
"What do you know? A middle-aged, steady, and wealthy man like Mr. Qin is the real deal! I can't even imagine how wonderful it would be to marry him."
"I just laughed. Middle-aged people generally have a decline in sexual abilities. Senior Cheng Yunqing is a medical student and knows how to take care of himself. Only he can bring true happiness to Senior Liu Jingheng!"
"If nothing else, Mr. Qin's face beats Cheng Yunqing's. This is a man among men, a masculine among masculine."
"I laughed. What kind of person would like old people? Senior Cheng Yunqing's face is the real pure desire, the standard first love face of bright clothes and passionate horses. To be honest, you guys have this kind of age-loving habit in your life."
Both sides insisted on their own opinions, and the argument went on for so long that it alarmed Uncle Li, but no conclusion was reached.
Uncle Li was so angry that he started to curse:
"If you keep making noise, I won't let you in tomorrow!"
The group of people finally calmed down and left the Qin family with contempt for each other.
As soon as the students left, Mr. Qin came back confused:
"What are these kids doing? Why are they arguing in our house? They're all red-faced and angry."
"Master, they are students from the Jinhai University School of Fine Arts, and they are here to study and visit. As for why they are arguing..." Uncle Li suddenly became playful as he spoke, "Master, speaking frankly, who do you think is better, Mr. Qin or Young Master Cheng, judging solely by appearance?"
Old Master Qin looked at him strangely, then said:
"If I'm not being selfish, I think Qin Du is better looking. He fits the male aesthetic perfectly. He's tall, with a well-defined face. He's so handsome."
As soon as the words fell, Qin Chuyao, who had just returned from outside, was dissatisfied and interrupted:
"In terms of looks, Yunqing is definitely better. She's delicate and fair-skinned. Both men and women like this look."
Uncle Li shook his head: "I still think it's Mr. Qin. His facial features are very three-dimensional and his bone structure is extremely superior."
Qin Chuyao was even more dissatisfied:
"What do you know? People like my uncle who have overly gorgeous looks quickly get tired of looking at them, and their blooming period is short, so they age quickly. On the other hand, people like Yunqing, who have a more pure and gentle appearance, still look like they're in their twenties even in middle age."
The three men inherited their students' legacy and soon started arguing with each other, neither of them giving in.
The nannies who were cleaning at the back also joined the discussion.
"I like Mr. Qin's face, it looks like a model."
"Alas, young people like you have only seen a few handsome guys. Mr. Qin's appearance ages very quickly. In a few years, he won't look young at all. But the young master of the Cheng family is different. In a few years, the collagen content in his face will be just right. He will become more charming as he gets older."
Liu Jingheng sat in a wheelchair, holding Penny's hand as they passed the quarreling crowd: ???
*
The next morning, the Qin family welcomed the second group of students who came to visit and study.
Uncle Li saw a student holding a cardboard the size of a TV and joked:
"So hard, you're planning on drawing the floor plan on the spot?"
The student shook his head and turned the cardboard over.
The cardboard was divided into two parts by a vertical line. On the left was a close-up photo of Qin Du that was taken from the Internet, and on the right was a candid photo of Cheng Yunqing participating in a speech competition.
There are densely packed red star stickers under the photos of the two people.
The student explained:
"Yesterday, the first group of students came to visit and went back home arguing endlessly about who was better looking, Mr. Qin or Senior Cheng Yunqing. They even posted a post on the school forum. Someone suggested making a popularity contest for the two. Whoever gets the most votes by tonight will win."
Uncle Li: ...
"So, what's the prize for the winner?"
“There’s no big reward, but you get the admiration of everyone.”
Uncle Li smacked his lips and asked who had the most votes so far.
"I counted them and they're even for now."
Uncle Li took the star sticker from the student and put one under Qin Du's photo without hesitation.
Then Qin Chuyao posted a note to Cheng Yunqing before he left. The old man and all the nannies in the Qin family participated in the vote. In the end, the votes remained strangely tied.
Qin Du finished breakfast and changed his shoes in the entrance hall. Uncle Li excitedly showed him the voting board:
"Mr. Qin, look, this is the popularity voting board we made. This afternoon, the students will take it to school and ask passers-by to vote. Right now, you and Young Master Cheng have the same number of votes. Why don't you go to school and canvass for votes for yourself?"
Qin Du glanced casually and asked the same question as Uncle Li:
"What's the reward for the winner?"
“There’s no reward, but I can gain the admiration of all the teachers and students of Jinhai University.”
Qin Du said nothing, put on his suit and left without looking back.
On the other side, outside the library study room.
Cheng Yunqing had just parked his car when he ran into his undergraduate classmate who was also preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.
The two chatted for a while, and the classmate suddenly laughed and said:
"By the way, did you know that the younger students in our school did a popularity poll between you and Qin Du? Now the votes between you two are very close, you have to work hard."
Cheng Yunqing frowned, thinking this was boring.
“What’s in it for the winner?”
"No, but I can get everyone's admiring gaze."
Cheng Yunqing took a deep breath and turned to walk into the library.
He felt even more irritated. He had no interest in this boring popularity vote, but he was unwilling to lose to Qin Du again.
I sat in front of the computer for a long time without reading a single word.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Jingheng:
[Popularity poll between me and Mr. Qin, who are you going to vote for?]
Liu Jingheng was confused when she received the text message. What was the vote? Who was it about? And how popular was it?
Suddenly, Uncle Li ran in with a voting board in his arms:
“Quietly—!”
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but purse her lips. Uncle Li always made people feel uncomfortable.
"Hurry up and vote for our President Qin. With your vote, our President Qin will be in the lead temporarily!" Uncle Li stuffed the star stickers into his hand and urged him.
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time, then slowly raised his head:
“What good does it do me if I vote?”
Uncle Li: "It won't do any good, but you will receive the highest praise from President Qin."
Liu Jingheng turned her wheelchair so that her back was facing Uncle Li.
No, cannon fodder green tea will never do anything that is not good for herself.
Uncle Li tried to persuade and coax Liu Jingheng, but Liu Jingheng remained indifferent. Qin Du in the office saw it all.
He leaned forward and stared closely at the voting board on the screen.
This vote was indeed boring and meaningless, but he suddenly became curious about who Liu Jingheng would vote for.
But after a while, Cheng Yunqing and Qin Du received text messages almost at the same time:
What good will it do me if I vote for you? — by Liu Jingheng
Qin Du couldn't help laughing and replied:
[You will be rewarded with an extra rehabilitation doctor to supervise you at the same time.]
Then send another message: [Wrong number, I'm trying to help you. ]
Liu Jingheng read the message: "..."
No, no, you absolutely cannot vote for Qin Du.
Cheng Yunqing quickly replied: [What do you want? One or more is fine. [Lovely]]
Liu Jingheng looked at the text message and fell into deep thought.
What do you want? I don't think there's anything in particular I want. If I had to say...
He replied to Cheng Yunqing: [I'm craving fried chicken and spicy hot pot.]
Cheng Yunqing: [No, you must ensure a clean diet before surgery. Avoid eating too much oil or salt. Can you bear with it for a while?]
Liu Jingheng clenched her fist firmly: I am a vicious cannon fodder, I will not do anything that is not beneficial to me.
So you can't vote for Cheng Yunqing either.
…
afternoon.
At Uncle Li's request, the voting board was taken back by the students.
Counting the number of votes added by passers-by, we found that they once again reached a strangely high degree of consistency!
Qin Du, who was far away in the group office, finished his lunch break. As soon as he opened his eyes, he took out his iPad and counted the sesame-sized star stickers on the screen one by one.
519 : 519
A deep shadow hung between his brows.
Being tied with Cheng Yunqing in votes was a setback for him.
Qin Du looked at Liu Jingheng who was taking a nap, with his star stickers next to him.
Qin Du's brows furrowed even deeper. Did he really not intend to vote for him?
Oh, how could there be such a person.
On the other side, Cheng Yunqing from the library had just come back from eating something, and before he could even sit down, he dragged his classmates out the door and started talking:
"Do you know what the popularity poll is like now?"
A classmate called to ask,
"Although the winner has not yet been decided, but being able to tie with a big shot like Qin Du, Yunqing, you have a promising future."
Cheng Yunqing rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.
Another tie? So did Liu Jingheng vote for him?
Back in the study room, Cheng Yunqing was typing away at the computer, his anger transmitting through his fingertips to the keycaps, making a crackling sound.
The student opposite couldn't stand it any longer and whispered:
"Can you please click more gently? It's too noisy."
With a "clang", Cheng Yunqing punched the keyboard.
He raised his eyes and looked coldly at the student opposite him. The student shrank his shoulders, lowered his head with a dark face and said nothing more.
*
Qin Du stared at the surveillance screen for an hour.
Liu Jingheng was still sleeping. She turned over and pressed the star stickers under her body.
Qin Du closed his eyes; his eyeballs were sore from staring at the electronic screen for a long time.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and the secretary came in respectfully:
"Mr. Qin, you have an appointment to visit the children in the orphanage. It's almost time to leave."
Qin Du took one last look at the screen, turned off the iPad, put on his suit jacket, and told his secretary:
"I'm going to re-set up my office these next two days. I've packed up all the things I don't use on a regular basis. Please help me take them home. I'm going to the welfare home now."
Qin Du got in the car, and the driver asked curiously, "Mr. Qin, why are you suddenly interested in visiting the children in the orphanage?"
Qin Du said nothing, his eyes looking out the window.
He is not a saint, nor does he have that much love. He even admits that he went there with a purpose.
Whether it was donating blood, donating uranium for use in medical equipment, or visiting the elderly and children in welfare homes, it was all just an attempt to do good deeds as much as possible and accumulate good karma for Liu Jingheng's surgery.
As I was thinking, the car arrived at the gate of the welfare home. In order to welcome such an important person, the director asked the children to line up and beat drums, give flowers and salute.
The director said that there are all kinds of children in their hospital, some of whom are abandoned due to unexpected pregnancies by incompetent parents who cannot afford to raise them, and some of whom are abandoned because they cannot afford to raise them due to congenital diseases.
Qin Du was a little absent-minded, and from time to time he took out his mobile phone to check the surveillance camera at home.
The sun was about to set, and Liu Jingheng was still sleeping. How could there be such a person in the world?
Qin Du put the phone back into his trouser pocket, and his brows involuntarily frowned.
Without noticing, I followed the dean to the small room at the end of the corridor.
The dean pushed open the door and said to the child inside in a soft voice:
"Children, Uncle Qin is here to see you."
Qin Du frowned, feeling that the title "uncle" was a bit harsh.
The next moment, after seeing the child in the house, his gaze paused.
Compared to the children who lined up to welcome him, the children in the room were obviously abnormal. Most of them were lying on the ground, and some of them had genetic diseases from their appearance, and they were immersed in their own world.
The dean picked up a small jacket from the ground and put it on a boy who was sitting at a small table drawing.
The boy looked to be about five or six years old, skinny, with lips an unnatural dark blue.
"This child's name is Junjun. I found him at the hospital gate. It was winter, and the child was wearing thin clothes and sitting alone at the hospital gate crying. Later, I took him for a check-up and found out that he had congenital heart disease, a very complicated form of Tetralogy of Fallot." The director said with concern.
"I wanted to perform surgery on him, but I faced many problems. First, I couldn't raise enough funds. Second, his weight wasn't up to standard. Third, he was very resistant to outsiders. Sometimes I couldn't persuade him, so I had no choice but to bring him home to take care of him."
Qin Du listened quietly to the dean's introduction, and ended with a long sigh.
The teacher from the welfare home suddenly came over and said that newly customized desks and chairs had arrived and the director needed to go and count the number.
The dean smiled apologetically at Qin Du and asked him to sit on the bench outside the door for a while, and she would be back soon.
Before leaving, he specifically warned Qin Du: "No matter what the children ask of you, you must not agree to it, and absolutely do not have any physical contact with them."
Qin Du glanced at the avocado green bench, which was weathered and had bumps and bruises all over it. There was also some unknown liquid left by the children, which was yellow and had formed scabs.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose with it, and a deep groove formed between his brows.
Looking into the house from this angle, he could see all the children, just like when he arrived, immersed in their own world and unable to extricate themselves.
The child named Junjun was still scribbling on the paper in the same posture as at the beginning.
As he watched, the child who had just been lying on the ground suddenly jumped up in a strange posture, grabbed the badminton on the ground and put it on his head, whimpering and running around in the house and ran out again. When he saw Qin Du, he grabbed the badminton and threw it at him.
The badminton fell to the ground along the thigh.
Qin Du's brows furrowed even deeper, and there was a hint of snow and frost in his dark eyes.
He didn't need to say anything, just one look told you that he was disgusted.
It doesn't hurt when a badminton hits his body, and his mood has always been stable. It's just that he came at the wrong time today.
The child picked up the badminton from the ground, put it in his mouth and chewed it, his eyes with a wide distance between them staring at Qin Du motionlessly.
Suddenly he picked up the badminton, and poked Qin Du's hand with the feathers covered with saliva.
Qin Du didn't want to argue with children, especially those with special problems.
The premise is that Liu Jingheng on the screen is not continuing to sleep soundly.
Qin Du raised his hand and opened the badminton in the child's hand. The child was stunned for a moment, but did not cry. He ran over to pick up the badminton and poked Qin Du's hand again.
Qin Du grabbed the badminton and held it high, looking down at the child with a cold voice:
"If you still want this badminton, go back to the house and stay quiet."
The child raised his hands, opened his mouth, and drooled:
"No, no no, not happy."
Qin Du said coldly: "Why are you unhappy?"
Can fools also have emotional perception?
"Uncle." Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the corner.
Qin Du looked up and saw Junjun, who was drawing seriously, holding a crayon and looking at him quietly.
"Uncle, he didn't say he was unhappy, it's your face that looks unhappy. That badminton is his favorite toy, and he wanted to give it to you so that you wouldn't be unhappy." Junjun's tone was calm and his emotions were so stable that it didn't sound like what a five or six-year-old child could say.
Qin Du was stunned for a long time, then slowly lowered his eyes. The stupid-looking kid in his sight was holding his beloved badminton, staring at him eagerly, and then tentatively pushed the badminton forward.
Qin Du put down the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose and hastily put it in his pocket.
This child reminded him of Liu Jingheng, who was still sleeping at home. He was the same, speaking slowly, often having trouble thinking, and often making people lose their temper.
Whether he is dealing with Liu Jingheng or special children who he knows have problems, he is always so impatient.
Did the boy who also grew up in an orphanage express friendliness and love when facing "loving people" who were as hypocritical as himself? In the end, under the hardships of reality, he learned to hide his emotions and isolate himself so that he would not be hurt again.
As for Qin Du, the popularity voting board that always strangely keeps the same number of votes is not so much about wanting to win in the public's mind, but more about wanting to know who Liu Jingheng will vote for.
At this time, the meaning of the voting board became a way for special children like Liu Jingheng to express their feelings.
If you can't get what you want, you will be anxious all day long.
Qin Du sighed softly, and his tall figure slowly squatted down, keeping his eyes level with the child in front of him.
He forced a friendly smile, reached out his hand to the child, and took the sticky badminton.
"Thank you," he said softly.
The child giggled and opened his arms to look up at the sky, expressing his feelings in his own way like a little top.
Qin Du was really amused by him this time.
The child was spinning around, mumbling "happy, happy".
When the dean came back, his eyes almost popped out as he entered the room.
The tall man hunched over the small table, drawing with Junjun with his right hand, and throwing the badminton with his left hand for the child to pick up, then throwing it again and picking it up again.
It was rare to hear a hint of warmth from his cold mouth:
"Junjun, you are such a great painter. If you cultivate yourself well, you will definitely achieve great things in the art world in the future."
A hint of color appeared on Junjun's pale face. He capped his pen and held up his painting for Qin Du to admire.
Even the scribbled lines were carefully observed by Qin Du one by one.
As he watched, his gaze suddenly paused, then shifted from the screen to Junjun's wrist.
There hung a very familiar handmade bracelet.
It was exactly the same as the one he gave to Liu Jingheng on the day of graduation ceremony.
"Junjun? Where did this bracelet come from?" Qin Du paid careful attention to his tone, trying to make it sound more like a question than an inquiry.
Junjun looked at the bracelet and said:
"The director took us to the Wild Forest Zoo that day. I found it in the red panda enclosure. No one claimed it, so I don't know who it belongs to."
Qin Du's pupils trembled, and he leaned over to ask:
"Someday."
"Well... I forgot too. I just remember that it rained very heavily that night, and the rain level was this high." Junjun raised his little hand and exaggeratedly imitated the water level line.
Qin Du slowly raised his hand and pinched the white and transparent chalcedony on the bracelet.
He seemed to understand why a lazy person like Liu Jingheng ran out at midnight when it was raining heavily that day and was surrounded by debt collectors.
Qin Du stared at the bracelet in a daze. Suddenly, his nose felt sore and strange emotions rushed to his head.
It turns out that everyone has their own wall to hit, and it is never reason that can convince people.
*
Penny's cries of joy as she chased the cube echoed throughout the second floor of the Qin family's house.
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyes amid the noise.
The setting sun that streamed in through the window dyed the room the same dry tea color as wilted chrysanthemums.
Liu Jingheng yawned and scratched her arm.
The last rain of late summer came swiftly, and the humidity in Jinhai City, which was surrounded by the sea on three sides, reached 100%. Even though the Qin family had the Five Constant System, their skin felt as if covered with a thin layer of moisture.
Liu Jingheng planned to go down to find food, and while Qin Du was away, she would secretly eat some junk food to cheer herself up.
He hadn't tasted junk food for a long time and missed it very much.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw the students who came to visit the Qin family holding voting boards and counting the votes for the two people.
Finally came to the conclusion: "Why is it tied again? Who else didn't vote?"
Liu Jingheng ignored him and wheeled her wheelchair towards the kitchen.
The man quietly peeked at the door, made sure that no one was around, and was about to slip in -
"Is Butler Li here?" A strange man's hoarse voice was heard at the gate.
After calling for a long time but hearing no one, he asked again, "Is Mr. Liu here?"
Liu Jingheng hid the fried chicken that Qin Chuyao had bought as a snack in her arms and responded:
“No.”
"Mr. Liu, you are here." The next second, a handsome man with a smile appeared in front of him.
Liu Jingheng complained: "I said I'm gone..."
Qin Du's secretary placed a cardboard box of sundries at Liu Jingheng's feet and said:
"These are some things that Mr. Qin asked me to deliver to the Qin family. If it's convenient for you, please put them away for him. I have to rush back to the company to organize a meeting. Thank you for your help."
He said he was in a hurry, but after he finished speaking, he just stood there motionless.
Liu Jingheng was holding the cardboard box, and the computer crashed again.
The secretary woke him up and smiled meaningfully:
"If you have time, please help me take inventory of Mr. Qin's personal belongings and make a list. If there is any problem, we can talk to you."
Liu Jingheng raised her eyes. She felt that there was something strange about this matter.
But he has always been a person who accepts everything, so he opened the box and took out the items one by one.
During the process, a small red booklet was found with the word "Blood Donation Certificate" printed on it.
That's not right. The villain in the original text almost lost his life because Qin Chuyao punched him and his nose bled. How could such a person who values life donate blood?
"Is this Mr. Qin's?" he confirmed with the secretary.
The secretary's smile continued to grow:
"Yes, when everyone knew that Boss Qin had gone to donate blood, they were all shocked!"
Liu Jingheng asked again, "Is he really not building his own portable blood bank for the past?"
The secretary sighed exaggeratedly:
"Mr. Liu, you really misunderstood our President Qin. He didn't really go out of his way to donate blood. He just wanted to consider your upcoming surgery. Donating more blood will give priority to your immediate family members if they need an emergency transfusion."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment and understood:
"He was cursing me for a lot of bleeding during the operation."
secretary:……
Liu Jingheng's sincere and cruel remarks made the secretary suddenly doubt Mr. Qin's true motives.
"Anyway...sigh...in today's society, it's best not to donate blood if you can. Mr. Qin knows this better than anyone, but he still insisted on donating. Isn't it because he wants to leave you a way out? No one can guarantee what will happen during your surgery, but he will try anything that can benefit you."
Liu Jingheng suddenly fell silent, the red blood donation certificate reflected in her lowered eyes.
He suddenly wanted to figure out a question: if it was Qin Du lying on the operating table and he needed to donate blood to gamble on an uncertain possibility, would he drag his underweight body to the blood donation vehicle?
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