Chapter 77: Disguise "Ah," one...
"Ah," she said the word in a gentle voice, adjusted her hair, and then slowly continued the conversation.
"Of course, work comes first in the company. Plus, I'm an outsider like you, so I don't understand these things."
Seeing that Xia Yiqing had no interest in continuing the conversation, the others said goodbye awkwardly, only the gossipy girl was very interested.
"Mr. Xia, do you really know nothing? As an insider, you should know more than us."
This was even more difficult than answering the strange questions from reporters at the press conference outside. Xia Yiqing kept smiling, with her hands folded naturally in front of her. She didn't say anything else, but let the woman continue talking.
Soon, another voice came over. It was from Xia Yiqing's father, Xia Feng's secretary, "Mr. Xia, the chairman wants you to come over."
Xia Yiqing was wearing a knee-length skirt today, which was plain white. If it were an ordinary person, it would look a little yellow, but she was truly more beautiful than flowers, and the whiter the skirt, the more it set off her beautiful face.
The woman, curious about everyone's secrets and fond of prying, shrugged and went off to do her business, leaving only a single sentence: "Boss Xia, if you need any news, you must tell me."
Ignoring the words, Xia Yiqing did not nod, but looked at Secretary Xia Feng. The curve of her mouth did not drop at all, and her jawline was taut, showing a bit of sharpness.
Secretary Xia Feng just raised his chin, then lowered his head and bowed to lead the way.
The stiletto heels stepped on the carpet silently. Xia Yiqing pursed her lips slightly, and the news of Madam Qi's return to the country echoed in her mind.
Qi Hanmu seemed to have become a shadow that shouldn't exist in the light.
He hid in the corner, but always came out inadvertently to harass her. His thin cheeks, purple lips and fingertips seemed to have become his weapons, suffocating her.
"Click", the door opened.
Xia Feng is already over fifty years old, and his originally black hair is now mostly mixed with silver strands. When he looks at her, there are a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes, which are mixed with many traces of time.
"Qingqing, it was Dad who was confused before. What cousin is he? He is just an outsider after all." Xia Feng said this with a deep sense of vicissitudes on his face, and his words no longer had the arrogance he had before.
"You are my only daughter. I have been neglecting you over the years. Now I am gradually withdrawing from the company and handing it over to you."
Xia Yiqing's face didn't show any joy.
She just stood three steps away from the middle-aged man, lowered her head, glanced at the sofa, lifted her skirt, and sat down.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you looking for me this time?" He even resorted to playing the victim. It seemed that he had suffered a serious accident.
"Qingqing, what you said is so strange," Xia Feng covered his forehead with his hands, looking helpless.
"Dad is just chatting with you, why would he ask you to actually do anything?"
Looking at the somewhat hypocritical face of this middle-aged man, Xia Yiqing no longer felt nauseous.
She just felt that this scene was familiar. Three years ago, when she was about to be forced to marry into the Qi family and present her to Qi Hanmu as a gift, this man also rubbed his hands and told her that good days were waiting for her.
At this moment, Xia Feng's eyes looking at him were still the same as before, full of calculations and a little emotion.
Perhaps he was thinking that they were worthy of being his offspring, as both of them were equally stubborn and could see what the other was thinking at a glance, yet neither of them was willing to give in.
Seeing that Xia Yiqing just smiled and said nothing, Xia Feng was also very thick-skinned. He took her behavior as a way out and automatically stepped down. "We are father and daughter. Let's talk it out. We are a community of interests. Come, have some tea."
As he spoke, Xia Feng's secretary came forward and started to boil water and prepare tea utensils.
Xia Feng smiled kindly, as if he were some kind elder, and advised, "Be more relaxed. We are all family after all. When we are behind closed doors, we must be talking about family matters. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."
"One of our own? Since when did the secretary become a member of our Xia family?"
Xia Feng's face was a little embarrassed, red, purple, and sometimes blue. "I was just using a metaphor. The secretary only served us tea and water. She doesn't count."
Xia Yiqing glanced at the secretary who was slowly pouring tea into the cup beside him, and smiled when the woman handed the cup to him.
As a result, Xia Yiqing drank her tea leisurely, while Xia Feng couldn't help but rub his hands, "Boss Sun has signed a one-year contract with us next time. Did you know about this?"
"That Mr. Sun from the celebration party the day before yesterday," Xia Yiqing skimmed off the foam on the tea, took a sip, and then continued her conversation.
"At that time, he said he had signed the contract with me. What's the matter? Is there a problem?"
"Hey, Dad, that's not what I meant. It's just that Mr. Sun only wanted to cooperate with us for a short period of time. How could he be willing to offer us so many discounts all of a sudden?
"They've taken over all our promotional work. We only need to provide them with the original products. Dad means, are you..."
Those somewhat obscene words collapsed in an instant when he saw Xia Yiqing's calm eyes. Xia Feng slapped his head and said, "Dad was wrong. You have the support of the Third Master, so you can do anything. Why bother to cling to this Mr. Sun?"
"Today, you are looking for me just for this matter?"
Xia Yiqing raised her eyebrows. Her time was very precious. If it was delayed, Xia Feng could not take the responsibility.
"Oh, no, there's one more thing. The company is currently bidding and wants to sign a contract with Chen," Xia Feng signaled his assistant to hand the document to Xia Yiqing.
"I heard your assistant is on leave, so I'll give you this thing I have. Chen isn't someone you can easily get along with, but Dad believes you can handle it. Go ahead."
Xia Yiqing walked calmly through the long corridor outside, neither fast nor slow. When no one was passing by, she would unconsciously stretch out her fingers and chase the sunlight.
The weather has suddenly turned cooler recently, and the cold wind is approaching this side, causing a significant drop in temperature. Xia Yiqing is wearing a small shawl decorated with osmanthus flowers over her plain white skirt.
This ray of sunlight is extremely rare in the continuous rain, and it unconsciously attracts people's attention, making people sigh and exhale all the helplessness, pain and anxiety in their hearts.
It was also under this sunshine that a new person entered Yiyuan——
Qi Hanmu's grandmother, Old Madam Qi.
Seeing her grandson reclining in bed, relying on a nasal oxygen tube to breathe, Mrs. Qi sighed repeatedly, "What on earth is going on? I was recuperating abroad when I suddenly heard you were sick. I came back to see you, and how could you be so seriously ill?"
"No problem," Qi Hanmu said, although his lips were still a little purple, but his phoenix eyes had regained their usual sharpness and even looked energetic.
"These are just a few things, they're not that serious actually."
Butler Qi stood beside him with his hands folded and his head down, obediently. Whether it was the Third Master or the Old Madam, both were people he could not afford to offend.
He could only shut up and remain silent until the old lady called him.
As expected, the old lady quickly called his name, "Xiao Qi, tell me what's going on. Your Third Master never tells me the truth."
"Don't worry, old lady," Butler Qi saw the cold look Qi Hanmu gave him and probably knew what he could and could not say.
"It's just that the weather has gotten colder recently, and with the change of seasons, Third Master has become a little more ill. Normally, it wouldn't be this serious."
The old lady didn't know whether she believed it or not. She just sighed and held Qi Hanmu's cold fingers with her well-maintained hands, rubbing them twice. "Hey, why is there no doctor watching over us?"
Qi Hanmu pursed his lips, almost forming a straight line. There was no emotion in his deep eyes, but the air pressure around him was a little lower.
Since Butler Qi did not give any instructions and was not questioned, he naturally kept silent.
Old Madam Qi didn't get a response. She used to wear a small cheongsam, spray perfume on her body, and take good care of herself. But now she started to look around Qi Hanmu like a normal old lady, not leaving out any corner.
This one look made her realize something was wrong.
My grandson, who always prefers black, white and gray, resists and even hates colors, suddenly got a brightly colored scarf in his hand.
And it looks like it's for women.
"Oh, our Han Mut has finally come to his senses and is back to find a granddaughter-in-law for grandma."
As soon as Mrs. Qi said this, the ECG monitor next to her suddenly beeped and started to alarm.
It shows that Qi Hanmu's heart rate has exceeded the normal value, which is a dangerous number for him, "128".
Even though Qi Hanmu's face was a little pale, his eyes were still calm, and even the corners of his lips were tense. His hands hung naturally on the sheets, and he looked calm and peaceful, not at all like someone with such a disordered heartbeat.
In this case, excluding the pathology, there is only one possibility.
Qi Hanmu is pretending.
Moreover, he was very cunning. Not only did he deceive others, he also tried to deceive himself by hiding the truth.
Reaching this conclusion, Old Lady Qi was shocked. "You are so afraid of seeing a doctor. No wonder the doctor is gone. Someone, come and find a doctor."
When she spoke, Mrs. Qi's voice was also gentle.
It's not just because Qi Hanmu can't stand loud noises due to his illness, but also because the old lady is famous for her kindness. However, only she, the former Master Qi and Qi Hanmu know how sophisticated her methods are behind the scenes.
"Cough cough," he just took a breath and coughed up some blood on Qi Hanmu's cold white cheeks.
"No, must."
The silk scarf he held in his left hand was quietly hidden under the pillow, and the small half that was exposed was also stuffed back in with great care, as if it were some rare thing.
However, it was really just a silk scarf that was so cheap that it couldn't be any cheaper. It was not even worth half the value of the pillowcase under the man's head.
"If you're sick, you should see a doctor. What's the point of hiding it like this?"
Old Madam Qi is both firm and gentle in her dealings with others, but with her own grandson, she is sometimes inevitably a little tough, because she knows that he is a talented person and naturally has high expectations of him.
The nasal oxygen tube was rubbed a little crooked by Qi Hanmu, causing the oxygen to swirl and not enter the nostrils.
Qi Hanmu's voice became a little more muffled. "Even if you find me, I won't look at it."
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