Upon hearing that Yu Chiyan had a fever, Su Qingqing frowned immediately; "Shouldn't we leave someone here tonight to watch over him?"
The nurse nodded; "It would be best if someone stayed here to take care of her."
Upon hearing this, a flash of disdain crossed Su Qingqing's eyes.
Caregiver?
She's got a cold; we mustn't let her catch it.
With that in mind, Su Qingqing simply made a phone call and asked the Su family's servants to come and take care of Yu Chiyan.
When she left, Yu Chiyan was still asleep. Su Qingqing was too lazy to wait for the servants to come, so she left the hospital first.
Just as I stepped out of the hospital gate, Yu Qing called.
"Hey, Mr. Yu."
Su Qingqing's voice was filled with flattery and respect.
"So, did you see it clearly?"
Yu Qing's tone was low and his voice carried a hint of coldness.
“Mr. Yu, rest assured, I see it very clearly. Su Yaoyao now truly hates Yu Chiyan. You have no idea how pathetic he is. If I hadn’t been here today, Yu Chiyan would probably have died in the hospital, and Su Yaoyao wouldn’t have cared about him.”
As Su Qingqing said this, she secretly thought to herself, "It seems that Yu Chiyan is really going to be finished this time."
He's already fallen to this point, and Yu Chiyan still doesn't seem to have any tricks up his sleeve, so in Su Qingqing's mind, Yu Chiyan is beyond help.
"Um, Mr. Yu, when can I let Yu Chiyan..."
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Su Qingqing's eyes. If it weren't for Yu Qing stopping her, she would have already taken advantage of Yu Chiyan.
Upon hearing this, Yu Qing knew what she was thinking and couldn't help but let out a sneer.
"What's the rush? Wait two more days. I'll personally arrange everything for Su Yaoyao and Xi Ting's engagement banquet, making sure it's an unforgettable experience for you both..."
His eyes were filled with madness as he said this.
He wanted to make Yu Chiyan be despised like a dog at Su Yaoyao and Huo Xiting's banquet. He wanted Yu Chiyan to have no dignity in front of the woman he loved most. Just thinking about that scene filled him with a sense of vengeful pleasure and made him extremely excited.
Yu Qing hung up the phone and went to his study.
The room was dark, and he groped his way slowly to the desk and opened one of the drawers.
Inside the drawer was a vintage-looking blue-and-white sachet.
Yu Qing carefully held the sachet in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and took a deep breath.
The musty smell of the fabric, mixed with an indescribable strange odor, wafted into Yu Qing's nostrils, bringing a hint of satisfaction to his face.
"Cui Qing, just you wait and see. I will make your good son repay everything you owe me."
After saying this, he let out a low, muffled laugh, his distorted face looking extremely strange.
"Look at you, you're so stubborn. If you had been willing to come with me back then, you wouldn't have died..."
"I really hate it..."
In the dimly lit study, the man held a sachet and murmured softly.
The voice was sometimes calm, sometimes manic and eerie.
Luo Tong stood guard at the door of the study, his cold face expressionless. The light in the corridor cast his tall and slender shadow.
...
Meanwhile, in the hospital, a nurse was giving an IV drip to the unconscious man on the bed when she turned around, snapped off the light, closed the door, and left.
The moment the ward door closed, the man on the bed immediately opened his eyes, which flashed like cold stars.
Looking at the needle in his hand, he expressionlessly tore it off with one hand.
With long strides, he walked to the window of the hospital bed in his slippers, his dark and cold gaze fixed on the still-lit VLP single ward across the way.
The window opposite was wide open, and Yu Chiyan could clearly see a figure on the hospital bed across the way.
Huo Xiting was reading a book with his head down. Perhaps sensing something, he looked up and his sharp gaze swept out the window. When he saw the figure across the way, the man narrowed his eyes.
He glanced at Su Yaoyao, who was already asleep on the sofa next to him, and a tender look appeared in his eyes.
Huo Xiting threw off the covers, ignoring the pain in his knees, got up and went to the window, closing it behind him.
After finishing everything, he returned to bed, his gentle gaze lingering on Su Yaoyao's face for two seconds.
Looking at her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, Huo Xiting seemed to have a struggle between his brows, but in the end he picked up his phone and sent a message to Wen Qing.
Ten minutes after Huo Xiting sent the message, there was a knock on the door of Yu Chiyan's room.
The man standing by the window heard the noise and a cryptic smile appeared on his face.
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