Chapter 9 Chapter 9 "I raped him?! He's not strong...
"squeak--!"
At the gate of the Qin family, the harsh sound of brakes left two tire treads on the ground.
The black and shiny Audi RS7 stopped with an abrupt brake, and the door was suddenly pushed open. A handsome figure got out and strode into the house as if he was entering his own backyard.
The security guard thought for a moment and didn't dare to stop him.
Qin Chuyao was playing games on the second floor with a gloomy face. When he heard the sudden stop and looked outside, the gloom on his face disappeared instantly.
He threw away the game controller and jumped down the stairs, flapping his wings like a bird out of a cage.
"Yunqing, why are you here?" The tone of surprise was self-evident.
Cheng Yunqing grabbed his collar, his knuckles pale.
His voice trembled a little, but he was obviously restraining himself:
"Qin Chuyao, what did you do to Liu Jingheng?"
Qin Chuyao slowly typed a question mark: "I didn't..."
"You raped him." Cheng Yunqing interrupted the other party and put the blame on him without any explanation.
Qin Chuyao's eyes flickered back and forth in shock:
"I raped him?! I'd be so lucky if he didn't."
He pointed at his own eyeballs:
"These are eyes, not pancakes."
Cheng Yunqing pursed her lips, looked at him for a long time, and then let go of his hand half-believingly.
Qin Chuyao saw his cheeks flushed and he looked very proud. He flipped his hair. This guy was jealous.
"Yunqing, please believe me, if Liu Jingheng stripped naked and danced in front of me, I would also..."
"He stripped naked in front of you?" Cheng Yunqing interrupted him, his voice suddenly rising, "And he even danced erotically?"
Qin Chuyao was stunned and couldn't help but touch his nose:
"I'm just using an analogy to tell you that all I have in my heart is..."
"Where is Liu Jingheng?" Cheng Yunqing interrupted him×2.
Qin Chuyao scratched his cheek, cleared his throat, and tried to smile.
I have such a damn charm that I have nowhere to put it. I never thought that even Yunqing, who is as bright and elegant as a chrysanthemum, would have a love duel for me and Liu Jingheng.
Nice, love watching it.
Qin Chuyao pointed to the kitchen and said, "They're working inside."
Cheng Yunqing didn't even spare a glance and ran straight to the kitchen.
On the way, I met Uncle Li who was reprimanding the nanny, and rushed up to him and said:
"It was you, the one who attempted to rape Liu Jingheng and subjected her to inhumane attacks."
Uncle Li:?
Nannies: Oo!
Cheng Yunqing met Uncle Li's puzzled gaze, and his eyes slowly slid to Uncle Li's shrunken crotch.
It seems that I misunderstood.
Even Qin Du, who was watering the flowers, was scolded for no reason:
"Boss Qin, I know you have immense wealth and power, but if you intend to continue your evil plans against Liu Jingheng, I will be happy to provide your information to the police."
Qin Du didn't even raise his head, his dark eyes were filled with snow and frost:
"Speak something I can understand."
Cheng Yunqing frowned slowly.
After ruling out all impossibilities such as Qin Chuyao and Li Shu, whatever remains, no matter how incredible, is the truth.
His eyes lingered on Qin Du's crotch, and finally he uttered an ambiguous cold chuckle.
With his chin held high, he looked proud and domineering.
"You'd better have a clear understanding of yourself." Cheng Yunqing sneered.
Qin Du straightened the watering can in his hand and the water stopped flowing.
Then he turned and walked away, his back indifferent and resolute, as if he felt that arguing with such a young boy was very ungentlemanly.
Cheng Yunqing came to his senses and headed towards the kitchen again.
When I pushed open the door, I saw a slender figure in a wheelchair, sitting in front of a cooking table that was not suitable for her height, cutting cucumbers. Her fingertips, stained by cold water, were slightly red.
"When will you be responsible for the work of the cook?" His voice was tense and hoarse.
Liu Jingheng was trying hard to recall the original plot in his mind and analyze what he should do next. Suddenly, a sound came from behind him, causing his hand to tremble, and the blade brushed past his fingertips.
Liu Jingheng slowly turned around and met Cheng Yunqing's half-smile, and her brows furrowed in confusion.
He looked at Cheng Yunqing, then at the Qin family's kitchen.
...?
When will this plot be fast-forwarded to the finale at eight times the speed, and Cheng Yunqing successfully marries into the Qin family?
The pale little face of the patient's sister in the next bed vaguely appeared in my mind.
When she heard her mother read the novel to her:
Liu Jingheng was so uneasy after Cheng Yunqing's choreography that he bit his fingertips. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cheng Yunqing was trying to intimidate him.
While my brain was working frantically, I heard the nanny's greetings from downstairs - Master, you're back.
Liu Jingheng immediately slid downstairs in her wheelchair, not hesitating to injure eight hundred enemies and a thousand of her own, and rolled directly down the barrier-free ramp for the disabled and flew to Qin Chuyao's feet.
He raised his little face which was covered with bruises and stretched out his hand tremblingly, his red eyes full of grievance.
Said to Qin Chuyao, hug me, I am in so much pain.
The sister in the next bed sighed the same way as the readers:
"This damn green tea is so mad that I'm about to have a heart attack."
Liu Jingheng looked up at Cheng Yunqing and moved her fingers.
The original text I just recalled fell into a blank in the blink of an eye.
Who is this? What what what?
My fuzzy brain only has one sentence -
Liu Jingheng looked at Cheng Yunqing for a while, then slowly raised her arms.
Adding the description of "trembling", he then waving his flower hands in a clumsy way:
"Hold~"
I added some details after realizing it.
He drooped his eyebrows, and tried his best to squeeze out tears but couldn't. Instead, drool hung from the corners of his mouth:
"Hug me~"
Cheng Yunqing's eyebrows, which had been furrowed all the time, slowly stretched out to both sides, and her eyes were filled with fine wine, all her clarity and rationality were immersed in them.
His Adam's apple slid, and he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently wiping the saliva at the corner of Liu Jingheng's mouth.
Without hesitation, nor wanting to hesitate, he leaned over, grabbed the back of Liu Jingheng's head, and gently held her in his arms.
The sound is like spring willows gently brushing across the surface of a pond:
"Yeah, dear, I'm holding you."
Liu Jingheng’s inner thoughts: The plan works.
"Hold me", yes;
There is a look of reluctance and forbearance.
In the silent kitchen, amid the gurgling of boiling water, Liu Jingheng seemed to hear a faint sound. Upon careful listening, it was the sound of a heartbeat as loud as spring thunder.
"Your hands are cold." Cheng Yunqing suddenly said.
He squatted down and let Liu Jingheng place her hands on his palms.
"Those people forced you to work?"
Liu Jingheng applied the universal formula without thinking: "Yes."
"You are not in good health, so avoid overwork. Go and rest aside first. I will do the cooking." Cheng Yunqing's voice was still light, but mixed with a barely noticeable smile.
Liu Jingheng nodded, slid the wheelchair to the corner, her shoulders suddenly relaxed, her eyes became empty and unfocused, and she entered standby mode.
Amid the steady sound of chopping vegetables, Liu Jingheng yawned and turned off the computer.
…
At that time, Qin Chuyao paced back and forth in the hall, frequently looking towards the kitchen.
This duel of love was really long.
When Cheng Yunqing's figure appeared in his sight, Qin Chuyao's eyes suddenly lit up. He lifted his bangs and walked away pretending to be handsome.
He held Cheng Yunqing's hand, his throat felt like it was greasy:
"Let me see if you are hurt."
Cheng Yunqing didn't even look at him and pulled his hand away coldly:
"I'm leaving."
Qin Chuyao was stunned for a while, then hurriedly chased after him:
"Don't you want to stay for dinner?"
"Not interested." Cheng Yunqing looked straight ahead and took long, loose steps.
Qin Chuyao looked at his resolute back and stroked his chin. Could it be that he had lost the duel for love and his pride was hurt?
Tsk, what a mistake! I forgot Cheng Yunqing has a very high temper and won't tolerate any grievance. Now, who knows when I can finally appease him.
Damn Liu Jingheng!
*
Stars burst out from the dark night.
Liu Jingheng was sleeping soundly when he heard someone clearing his throat in his ear.
He slowly opened his eyes and met Uncle Li's polygonal face.
"Master, Young Master, and President Qin are all in place. Please prepare dinner immediately." Uncle Li leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Uncle Li is kind-hearted. I will turn a blind eye to your slacking off during work this time."
In this way, even if Liu Jingheng packs up and leaves one day, it won't be blamed on him.
At first glance, the dining table is a sea of green.
Uncle Li folded the napkin and placed it next to the others, then raised his voice:
"Please allow me to read out the menu for tonight. First, the chef for this dinner, Liu..."
"Aren't you tired of repeating the same thing every day?" Qin Du interrupted him and raised his hand nonchalantly, and the others at the table immediately followed suit and started eating.
Uncle Li lowered his head in silence.
Old Master Qin didn't say a word and drank his soup silently.
In the past, he could still say a few good words for this old friend who had worked diligently in the Qin family for decades.
But during the fasting period, he knew he didn't have the nerve to do so, so he could only drink silently...
"Puff!" The green vegetable soup sprayed in the air like a fountain.
"Shui shui shui!" The old man pinched his throat with one hand and waved the other hand in the air.
Liu Jingheng, who was sitting on the side, was stunned for a while, dusted off her clothes, and slid her wheelchair to the side.
Uncle Li quickly handed over the black tea. The old man drank it in one gulp, but it seemed not enough. He said in a hoarse voice:
“Water, water, water!”
Uncle Li looked worried on the surface, but he was ecstatic inside.
This is exactly the effect we want. As long as Liu Jingheng can get out of here sooner, it doesn't matter if we fool the employer a little.
Just now he urged Liu Jingheng to serve the dishes. After he brought out the first dish, Uncle Li quickly picked up the salt shaker and poured it into the pot until nothing was left.
He just had to wait for President Qin to settle accounts with the evildoers. He wanted to pronounce the three words "Liu Jingheng" in a clear and loud voice!
Uncle Li pursed his lips and smiled without showing his teeth.
Qin Du took a sip of the soup and put down the spoon. Ice surged in his dark eyes.
"Who is today's chef?"
Uncle Li immediately interrupted: "Boss Qin, all dinners will be provided by Liu..."
"Uncle Liu?" Qin Du interrupted him again.
Uncle Li:?
“No, it’s…”
"Let Uncle Liu come over." Qin Du interrupted Uncle Li×3.
"Boss Qin, actually..."
Uncle Li shut up in time when he was halfway through his words.
Qin Du did not interrupt him this time, but he raised his chin slightly, revealing a sharp and domineering look. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers. Although no sound was made, Uncle Li, who was familiar with all the movements of the Qin family, understood what he had done.
It's time to shut up.
When Chef Liu saw Qin Du, before he could ask for clarification, his knees went weak and he knelt down.
Uncle Li: ???
"Boss Qin, I was wrong!" Uncle Liu's face was like the Chinese character "囧" (embarrassment) that was both sad and terrified. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he slammed his head to the ground, then clasped his hands together and bowed twice.
Qin Du didn't even look at him: "What's wrong?"
Chef Liu Shu was in tears:
"The mistake was that they shouldn't have taken chances, let alone enriched themselves. They used off-market ingredients instead of premium ones just to make a profit, and then tried to conceal the truth."
Uncle Li slowly straightened his body.
Unexpectedly, there are unexpected gains!
Liu Jingheng didn't know what they were acting. Looking at Uncle Liu wagging his tail and begging for mercy, as a green tea cannon fodder, he had to say something.
He took out his cell phone openly and typed in "Green Tea Quotes".
I’m too lazy to be picky, so I just say the first sentence: “Who am I wagging my tail at again today, my little dog?”
Liu Jingheng put down her phone, repeated this sentence three times in her mind, and was ready!
A mouth:
"You dog."
In the dead silence, the words "you dog" successfully attracted everyone's attention.
Qin Du raised his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the air and landing on Liu Jingheng:
"You're talking about me."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time, and was so frightened by Qin Du's shout that she forgot who he was talking about. However, in the original text, the original owner loved to interrupt others and had no tact at all.
The search engine crashed, so he simply applied the formula:
"right."
In an instant, everyone present turned into the fourth soybean emoji in the fourth row of WeChat.
Qin Du leaned back, his cold fingertips tapping the tabletop.
Just when everyone was about to suffocate, they heard an emotionless voice:
"The chef's misappropriation of funds is your responsibility, Uncle Li. Liu Jingheng, come up with me."
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