Chapter 48 The Right to Choose
Gu's most famous private hospital, with high-end VIP private wards.
Ji Shian held the medical examination report and sighed in a rhythm of three short sighs and one long sigh.
The unfamiliar foreign uncle Ross, the social giant, Qin Yinghuai with a worried look on his face after recovering, Zhou Xingzhi lying on the hospital bed in black, Gu Rong squatting in the corner with a flickering expression... and her with one hand on her waist and a look of doubt on her face about life.
How did these people with such different painting styles get together in one room?
First fight against foreign enemies and then stabilize the domestic situation, family disgrace should not be made public... Ji Shian had all kinds of messy thoughts about the wrong generation and order in the family. He took a breath and turned to look at Mr. Ross, the person he was least familiar with.
She had originally assumed that Qin Yinghuai knew the man, which was why he agreed to his seemingly polite but actually borderline-breaking behavior. But on the way to the hospital, Qin Yinghuai closed his eyes and played dead the entire time. He drove diligently, but his face was a mess of overturned paint—joy, disbelief, hesitation, confusion, excitement... He looked like a giant patchwork of emotions.
What surprised Ji Shian the most was that Qin Yinghuai actually allowed the other party to follow him all the way to the ward after the examination.
But because Ross was present, the other party's overall behavior was quite reserved and decent. She couldn't just shake Qin Yinghuai's shoulders and interrogate him about what he was doing with his head above his neck.
Ji Shian smiled and touched Qin Yinghuai's waist, then twisted it hard...but it didn't move.
Very good, even more angry.
She wore a faint smile, a distant expression of gratitude. "Mr. Ross, thank you so much for tonight. If you don't mind, please send me a picture or a detailed description of the key and I'll send someone to help you find it."
"You don't need the key." Ross tensed nervously, clenching his fists as if to encourage himself. His clear voice was tentative, "If it's convenient, after you've dealt with these things..." He looked at the others in the ward, "Can we talk?"
He tilted his head nervously and added, "It'll only take a moment of your time." He pinched his index finger and thumb together and gestured.
Ji Shian was slightly startled. He glanced at Qin Yinghuai and saw tacit approval and encouragement in his eyes. His heart inexplicably began to beat faster.
So it's for her...
Blinking her eyelashes rapidly, she nodded and said, "Could you please wait in the lounge next door for a while?"
Qin Yinghuai: "I'll take Mr. Ross with me."
Ross narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded quickly: "Thank you for your hard work."
Qin Yinghuai looked back calmly with a deep gaze: "You're welcome."
The two left one after the other, leaving the three idiots in the ward looking at each other in bewilderment.
Zhou Xingzhi pulled back the quilt and stood up, his eyes wide as bells. "Who is this old man? Why did Ying Huai do this, this..." He pulled at his hair, racking his brains for the right word. "Respect."
Gu Rong also took off his hat and leaned over, looking at Ji Shian like a searchlight, nodding repeatedly to agree with Zhou Xingzhi's words.
It wasn't that Qin Yinghuai was usually arrogant or rude in his dealings with others; rather, given his current social status, it would be a form of self-depreciation if he were to constantly condescend to others. Consequently, those around him wouldn't go out of their way to curry favor with him.
Facing those two stares that seemed to be real, Ji Shian remained silent. She said she didn't know if they would believe her.
In the intervening moments, the two of them had already thoughtfully and logically come up with a translation. Zhou Xingzhi's eyes said, "No need to explain, I understand." Gu Rong nodded meaningfully.
All right. Ji Shian's performance was up and down today, with unexpected results exceeding the limit, and his mentality has entered the stage of tanking.
She took out her cell phone and checked Gu Rong's recent Moments post. In just three minutes, the number of likes exceeded 100.
Ji Shian thrust the picture in front of the two of them and said simply, "Explain it."
Gu Rong silently retracted his head and put his hat on. Zhou Xingzhi's face was calm as he slowly lay down and tried to play dead.
Ji Shian didn't let them go, reading the words on the copy: "I stood by the bed, looking at you sleeping soundly, in a daze, stamping my feet, laughing and crying."
She looked at the mushroom in the corner peacefully: "Why are you, a second-dimensional person, playing with abstract youth pain literature?"
Clicking on the image to enlarge it, she then turned her attention to the coal in her quilt, reciting a CEO's latest comment: "Oh my god, Mr. Qin's hands are burnt to charcoal! I wish you peace [fold your hands together][fold your hands together][rose]"
Zhou Xingzhi held a half-tissue in his hand and shook it, defending himself: "Were we not planning to forge an alibi for Ying Huai's hospitalization? This way, he wouldn't be recognized while wandering around outside, and our plan would fall apart..."
It sounded as if Qin Yinghuai was going to do something outrageous.
Ji Shian looked at the comment section that was refreshed again with a cold look in his eyes, his voice calm and steady: "Which hospital is Mr. Qin in? I want to go visit him [fold your hands together][fold your hands together][fold your hands together]"
Scroll down again and you will see a page of [Put Your Hands Together].
It seemed as if Qin Yinghuai had been gone for some time.
Looking further down, some people were even asking when Qin Yinghuai's funeral would be held.
Ji Shian smiled kindly: "You two are so kind!"
Zhou Xingzhi and Gu Rong hadn't anticipated such a catastrophic outcome. Gu Rong concluded, "Ying Huai isn't very popular." As a result, everyone had already made arrangements for his aftermath.
Zhou Xingzhi calmly replied, "So when you do business in the future, remember to distinguish between good and evil partners, and don't play with those with bad intentions."
Ji Shian rolled her eyes, her wits finally telling her that eagles are protected species and can't be slaughtered. "What's the solution, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Gu?"
It sounds like calling Xiao Zhou or Xiao Gu.
Zhou Xingzhi knew the answer to this question. He swung his black claws, which were specially decorated with novel-looking rings, with a bright look. "Of course it depends on this!"
After no one continues to comment, you can start summarizing the people who intend to stir up trouble. After all, comments on WeChat Moments are real-name based, so you can clearly see which company and which position posted the message.
After summarizing the observation list, when Gu Rong posted photos of the new figures, Zhou Xingzhi pretended to be casually in the camera, revealing his muscular dark skin and the uniquely shaped ring on his hand.
Zhou Xingzhi shook his head and spoke eloquently, exuding a confidence that came from nowhere.
Ji Shian closed his eyes and asked, "What if no one notices?"
Zhou Xingzhi smiled mysteriously: "Of course we need the Internet troll army to guide public opinion."
After saying that, he looked at Gu Rong. Gu Rong silently handed over his mobile phone, and the chat history with Gu Qianmo spread out in front of Ji Shian.
[Oh Mo, I design garbage every day]: Is the ring that Brother Zhou asked me to design suitable for you?
[Gu Bu Yi]: Yeah.
[Oh Mo, designing garbage every day]: Then I will post a picture of Big Eyes on my Moments in a week, and the accompanying picture may accidentally reveal the chat content with Brother Zhou about ring design.
【Gu Bu Yi】: Okay.
[Oh Mo, you design garbage every day]: By the way, does Shi An know about this?
[Gu Bu Yi]: Yeah.
Ji Shian looked at the last "hmm" calmly, "Hmm——?"
Gu Rong was very calm: "You know now."
Until the two of them prepared a plan to refute the rumor, Ji Shian quietly put away his phone. The entire incident was indeed designed around Qin Yinghuai's death in bed, and it was all thanks to the enthusiastic masses who spontaneously pushed him to the point of being buried.
Her eyes wandered: Brother Huai should be mentally prepared.
After all, we are adults, and we must learn to bear responsibility for our actions.
Especially choosing and making friends.
*
In the independent lounge next to the VIP ward, Qin Yinghuai and Ross sat opposite each other.
Ross crossed his fingers, pressing his thumbs back and forth alternately, his voice dry with nervousness: "Are her... her parents okay?"
Qin Yinghuai poured a cup of warm water and pushed it in his direction, "Maybe."
Ross's eyes flashed with a little light: "Is that so..."
He asked Qin Yinghuai a few more questions, but they were all dismissed with indifference. Ross, however, had a feeling that things were finally settling: This time...it seemed like things were really different.
He looked hopeful, and he took the initiative to reveal his scars and test the waters. "I have a daughter, she should be 23 this year. She was... abducted by human traffickers when she was two years old. Her mother and I have been searching for her, but we've searched all over Country S and can't find any trace of her. Until a while ago, we received news that human traffickers had smuggled her into China."
Qin Yinghuai closed his eyes, not daring to think about it. If that was really Shi An, the absurdity of it would be filled with the power of the plot, the ruthless teasing and the feigned sympathy.
He maintained a polite demeanor, but his words were cold and almost inhumane: "A two-year-old child, how can you be sure she is still alive?"
Ross was frank and made no attempt to hide his paranoia: "If he's dead, I want to see his body." But when he said the second half of the sentence, it seemed as if he was explaining the fate of the human trafficker.
"It's a pity that the bastard has been arrested." Ross took out the missing person notices from his arms and spread them out one by one.
Qin Yinghuai's gaze fell on the table. The faces of the people in the photos had varying degrees of similarity, but their appearances were different.
Luo Si said frankly, "I don't know what she looks like now, but to help me find her, I put together photos of my wife and I when we were young."
He arranged the photos from left to right according to their resemblance to his wife, his voice trembling barely audibly as he spoke with shock: "When I saw Shi An, I was practically stunned."
Her back, profile, every frown and smile, every move seemed to be carved from the same mold as my wife.
He looked at Qin Yinghuai steadily and spoke softly, trying to show his harmlessness to the latter: "If possible, I would like to do a paternity test with her, is that okay?"
Qin Yinghuai: "I can't make the decision." This is Shi An's own business.
Ross curled his eyes, satisfied with the man's attitude. At least he was genuinely trying to protect and respect his lover—even if the paternity test results might not satisfy him.
The two fell silent again.
After Qin Yinghuai's memory was erased and then inexplicably restored, he actually had some guesses in his mind, but all he could do and wanted to do was to give Ji Shian the right to choose that she should have enjoyed.
He was certain that the system that suddenly burst into tears must have played a significant role in this.
The starting point of one person, one rule is very clear. On the premise of respecting her own wishes to the greatest extent, she should at least have the right to choose.
The right to choose whether to have contact with biological parents.
Instead of being controlled by the power of the plot, watching your past self "accidentally" pass by your biological parents without knowing it.
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