Chapter 73 His "sister went to pick up...
"Sister, I'm going to answer the phone."
As if escaping, Xia Yiqing turned around and left, quickly walked out of the ward, closed the door, and came to an empty corridor. Then she took out her phone. Fortunately, the phone kept ringing. She had walked such a long way and the phone was still ringing.
But when she took out her phone, Xia Yiqing suddenly felt that this call was not such a coincidence.
It's lunch time now.
Xia Yiqing went to work at Xia's in the morning. During this time, she came to Qingmu Medical to see Luo Qiaoli and her sister again.
Time was running out, and she didn't notice it when she saw the two little girls, but when she saw Luo Miao's call, Xia Yiqing suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Luo Miao would never call her for no reason. The fact that she received a call from Luo Miao could only prove one thing: Qi Hanmu wanted to contact her, or there was something new about Qi Hanmu.
My heart felt like it was grabbed by someone and blown into the wind, rubbing repeatedly between two pieces of wind, making it sore, dry and uncomfortable.
Heaving a long sigh, knowing that she couldn't escape, Xia Yiqing pinched the Laogong acupoint on her palm with her left middle finger. Her right hand, which was holding the phone, froze for a moment before pressing the green button with her thumb to answer the call.
Luo Miao's voice came over through electric current. After transmission, it should not have changed much with modern technology, but at this moment it seemed a little distorted.
"Madam, please come back and see the Third Master. He's not in good condition."
He pinched the thin flesh on the outside of her forearm through her clothes, then slowly let go. Xia Yiqing exhaled and found that she was not surprised by the result at all.
But at the same time, a piece of flesh in her heart was pulled up and kneaded repeatedly. A fierce voice questioned her own, "Why did you leave? You clearly knew that leaving might cause harm to Qi Hanmu."
At the same time, there was a very small but extremely firm voice replying.
It's my choice whether to go or not.
If he uses his health to kidnap her, then what is the difference between him and a person without morals?
Xia Yiqing had been with him for three years and vaguely felt that this man was not as simple as he seemed. Although Qi Hanmu was extraordinary on the surface, this man's power might be far beyond her imagination.
Then... he should have a way to save his life.
If that's the case, what's the point of her going back? What difference does it make if she doesn't go back?
"Secretary Luo," Xia Yiqing once again politely addressed Luo Miao, just like greeting the chief eunuch in ancient times.
"I'm sorry, I have something to do here and can't leave. Third Master shouldn't make much difference whether I'm there or not. How about this, I'll go back to Yiyuan to see him after get off work tonight. Is that okay with you?"
Out of a certain trust in Xia Yiqing, Luo Miao quietly turned on the speakerphone and turned up the volume when he dialed the number.
He originally thought that a miracle like those in CEO novels would happen, and that the third master of his family would be encouraged by his wife's words and work hard to treat his illness and get better as soon as possible.
But Luo Miao never expected that he had made a mistake.
The words that my wife said she would not be back for the time being and had something urgent to do echoed in the master bedroom like the most unpleasant bad news in the world.
It was like those restless crows, cawing and announcing the end of Luo Miao's career.
His head felt like it was covered in rust, and his neck creaked as he turned. Luo Miao didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, but if he was laughing, it would definitely be uglier than crying. "Third Master, I really didn't mean it."
What was strange was that the man lying on the bed had a blank look in his eyes, as if he hadn't heard or seen anything.
Luo Miao carefully looked next to Qi Hanmu's ear and found that the Third Master's hearing aid had been pulled off and thrown aside.
My heart, which had been beating wildly, calmed down temporarily.
Luo Miao sighed, what is going on?
Before he could finish his words, the man's magnetic voice, hoarse and raspy, echoed in the room, "What did she say?"
Luo Miao trembled violently like a frightened rabbit. He seriously suspected that the Third Master was trying to trick him, but he didn't dare to answer dishonestly. Instead, he stood in front of Qi Hanmu, slowly speaking word by word, and reading the lip movements to him.
"Madam said she has something to do and can't leave now, so she will come back to Yiyuan to see you tonight."
I don’t know whether these words are useful or not. The man’s eyes are heavy, looking like a pool of stagnant water, but the vortex underneath is slowly stirring up.
He supported the bed with one hand, motioning Luo Miao to put a few pillows behind him, and ordered in a calm tone, "Ask those who were not interviewed last night to come here to see me in 20 minutes."
Luo Miao nodded hesitantly, glancing at the IV drip next to him, "Then...what should I do with these medicines?"
"I know my own body well. This one bottle is enough. I'll take the rest back to Qin Fei."
Luo Miao stammered, wanting to say something else, but Qi Hanmu's eyes, sharp as lightning, had already swept over him, "Remember who you belong to. If you belong to Qin Fei, you can leave now."
Outside, the sunlight can only fall on a small part of the balcony, and it is slanted and cannot reach other places.
Just like Xia Yiqing's heart, because of its bias, it cannot be as sunny as the sun, and ultimately leaves a sense of loss, forgetting a sad person in the corner.
The sun, high above, would not notice anything.
It is only responsible for providing light to all living beings, but it does not care whether anyone will block the sunlight, or whether there are some people who can only look at that ray of light in a dark corner for the rest of their lives and lick their wounds.
Qi Hanmu pressed a button next to it to adjust the bed to an upright position, then pressed another button and called the old housekeeper named Qi, while saying this coldly.
"If you continue to act so emotionally, you can leave."
"Third Master, I have absolutely no such intention!"
"Remember to speak softly and slowly at all times. Secretary Luo, you may not remember, it's okay," Qi Hanmu waved his hand, and his most loyal dog, Yiyuan's housekeeper Qi, stepped forward and held Luo Miao's shoulders from behind.
"Butler Qi, teach him a lesson."
"yes."
With sweat on his forehead, Luo Miao opened his mouth and almost couldn't hear his own voice.
The pressure from the Third Master was increasing with time. When he first met the Third Master, he sometimes felt short of breath and was so scared that his neck and back were covered in sweat. Now this feeling was even worse.
Even though he was dragged away by Butler Qi, Luo Miao could only bow his head and said, "Thank you, Third Master, for giving me another chance."
Just when Luo Miao thought there was no room for maneuver and was ready to face the storm, a cold voice sounded behind him. It came from Qi Hanmu who was wearing a nasal oxygen tube.
"She left without saying anything?"
This naturally had to be asked to Butler Qi, and Luo Miao kept silent.
Butler Qi replied in a serious tone, "Third Master, when the lady left, she asked about your situation. After I told her the truth, she left in a carriage, but left behind a silk scarf."
He pinched his eyebrows hard, but the throbbing heartbeat could not be calmed at all. Qi Hanmu didn't know how much effort he had to use to make his voice less trembling.
"Give it to me."
Xia Yiqing's silk scarf was not too ordinary, nor was it incredibly expensive. It probably cost less than 100,000 yuan. It was purchased by Xia Yiqing herself, not given by a man.
The scarf is a crisscross of blue and purple, with overlapping flowers on it. The other side is orange-red, with varying shades, and feels slightly cool to the touch.
When I touched it, I found that the material was quite soft, with some cross-shaped wrinkles on it. I wonder if the owner accidentally threw it into the washing machine and stirred it, then found that the color had changed, and only regretted discovering it when he took it out.
In fact, a distorted scarf is not easy to wear, so Xia Yiqing rarely wears this scarf to attend occasions. Perhaps she was happy tonight and remembered this scarf that had made great contributions in the past, so she took it with her and accidentally dropped it in Yiyuan.
The slender fingertips of his left hand gently touched the fabric, slowly stroked it, and then grabbed it with his bony fingers.
The not-so-long silk scarf was held to the tip of the man's nose.
Qi Hanmu lowered his head slightly, sniffing the fragrance hidden inside frantically, as if drinking poison to quench his thirst, breathing in big gulps, as if he would suffocate in the next second.
This is Xia Yiqing's unique osmanthus citrus perfume. The smell is not very pleasant, but people who are familiar with her will know that Xia Yiqing is nearby when they smell it.
Even if I couldn't see Xia Yiqing when I looked up, I would still feel comforted in my heart.
The corners of the man's mouth twitched, then dropped into a sneer.
How is it possible? How could a man like him allow himself to have weaknesses?
But when Butler Qi suggested that the servant put the scarf back into Xia Yiqing's cloakroom, the room dedicated to scarves, and keep it safe, the man raised a hand and silently refused.
If something falls into his hands, it is his.
No matter who it is, no one can take it away unless the owner of the thing comes to him personally and tells him.
The man's sharp Adam's apple rolled, and he stretched out his hand, took off the green nasal oxygen tube that was originally worn in front of his nose, put it aside gently, and then stood up and went to the study.
Of course, while doing this set of movements, his left hand was always tightly grasping the silk scarf, as if venting his anger, and he used so much force that blue veins popped out from the back of his white hand and continued to the inside of his silk pajamas.
Luo Miao was about to be taken away for punishment, so he didn't dare to say a word. Butler Qi was even less likely to say anything. Qin Fei was not there, so naturally no one paid attention to the nasal oxygen tube left aside.
It is like a crutch that the owner has been using. When the owner is able to stand up on his own one day, it is abandoned without hesitation and thrown aside, where it gathers dust and mold in a corner where no one can find it.
When other people saw it, they could only sigh and say, "Who told you the owner doesn't need it anymore?"
After the three people left the master bedroom, a servant came up with his head lowered, quietly and skillfully put the nasal oxygen tube back to its proper place, tidied the bed, and then quietly retreated.
Yiyuan Garden was as quiet as a tomb.
The people inside were not completely unaware of it, but no one had a way to break this vicious circle.
In the evening, when Xia Yiqing arrived at Yiyuan in a special car, she was inexplicably disturbed by a gust of cold wind.
She couldn't help but clasp her hands together, wipe the outside of her forearms, and cover her lips with her hands while yawning deeply.
It cannot be said that the work at the company this day was completely without challenges. On the contrary, I had to keep my nerves tense at all times.
Having barely slept the entire night before, Xia Yiqing was clearly exhausted.
When Xia Yiqing heard the sound coming from the study, she was even more at a loss.
The man's voice was deep and powerful, as if he was in a conflict with someone, and he was doing it with ease. "You are fired."
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