Disputes
——The atmosphere... is a bit strange...
Mu Qingyan stood in the middle of the room, looking at Kinsley who was sitting at the bar not far away, and fell silent for a moment.
When the door opened just now, the other person looked so calm. She observed him carefully, but the sense of distance, which was completely different from the intimacy and relaxation when they were dancing just now, made her feel a little uncomfortable.
So, the words that I had originally planned to show weakness and comfort others could not be said at all.
She stood there through the door, letting Kinsley stare at her for a while, and finally gave in and took a step forward to hold the hands opposite her.
But it turned out to be empty-handed.
Coincidentally, Kinsley suddenly put his hands back into his pockets, turned around and walked into the room.
And then the standoff has continued until now.
Mu Qingyan thought that she was in the wrong again this time. So many things had happened and she hadn't disclosed any information to anyone. It was really unexpected that she was coming back and coming back so suddenly. So, based on the idea that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she made, she wanted to continue to remain silent and remain unchanged in the face of all changes.
But this time Kinsley was obviously more patient than her.
The mask and vest had been taken off. Kinsley sat sideways at the bar in the dim light. The red wine in the glass reflected the moonlight seeping in from the window, almost blending in with the shirt of the same color.
Mu Qingyan didn't like seeing him surrounded by such thick and seductive color.
But was a month and a half really too long? The Kinsley before him did seem a little different from what he had imagined.
It made her feel uncomfortable, which was rare.
She turned her eyes away slightly, and her brain, which was always working fast, automatically turned on in this situation, analyzing everything the owner could observe in different categories.
This was her first time visiting Kinsley's residence. The room was not as luxurious and complicated as she had imagined. The overall style was simple and elegant. It could even be said that it was so simple that it was a bit empty.
A sour feeling slowly welled up in her heart, and she finally couldn't help but want to say something. Unexpectedly, the communicator in her small handbag emitted an electronic tone:
"Scan complete."
The silence in the room was suddenly broken. Kinsley stopped shaking his wine glass, and his face, which had been hidden in the dim light, gradually emerged. There was a subtle sense of irritation between his eyebrows.
He noticed that she was obviously distracted.
His gaze, which had been fixed on the person for a moment, slowly withdrew, and then his fingers loosened, allowing the wine glass to slide directly onto the marble floor.
With a crisp sound, the glass shattered all over the floor.
The wine splashed everywhere, and drops of it spread to Mu Qingyan's feet.
The scarlet color touched her optic nerves, and the painful memories that had been suppressed deep in her mind for many years seemed to be lifted up, flashing by quickly like a kaleidoscope. Her body, which was struggling to support itself, lost its strength again, and she closed her eyes and took a step back unconsciously.
This slight change did not catch Kinsley's attention as he was lost in his thoughts. Instead, he asked sarcastically:
"What? You're so busy right after coming back?"
Mu Qingyan took a few seconds to react before she understood what that person was saying.
Obviously, the prompt tone was misunderstood.
"No Kinsley, you misunderstood. This is actually..."
She wanted to explain anxiously, but felt that one or two sentences were not enough, so she immediately took out her mobile phone and projected the program that was just running.
From the moment it entered the room, AI connected to the surveillance system to detect whether there were any cameras or eavesdropping devices that should not be there.
This was just her routine whenever she went to a strange place.
The holographic image was projected between the two of them, and the structure of the entire villa was presented in detail.
Mu Qingyan felt that this explanation was very appropriate, but was surprised to find that Kinsley's expression seemed a little more gloomy than before.
"So, Miss Mu, what you mean is that you are worried about my residence and worried that I will harm you?"
Mu Qingyan's mouth froze.
In the increasingly stagnant atmosphere, she finally felt something was wrong.
"Xiao Yin...what are you talking about?"
They were only a few steps apart, so why did she find it difficult to understand him?
This question did not bother the man. Kinsley even turned his back and continued to talk to himself:
"That's right. Miss Mu has many trustworthy candidates in mind compared to me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even brought in a cardiologist to join in the fun!"
Mu Qingyan was somewhat baffled by this outburst of anger:
"Dr. Guan? What does this have to do with him? He's just—"
"I don't care who he is, and I'm not interested!"
"Xiao Yin, please don't be like this. Listen to me, okay? Dustin and I should have contacted you and York after we got out, but we decided to stay hidden to find out something. As for Dr. Guan, we were at the experimental base to test his position. Maybe one day, he'll be of great use to me when I bring Bedford down. In short, for the sake of the overall situation, I really—"
"Consider the overall situation...good...good one, consider the overall situation..." Kinsley laughed for no reason, but his voice was extremely dry. "I just want to know that you are safe. This matter makes you so embarrassed, right?"
It was a very calm question, but Mu Qingyan felt a little confused.
"Xiao Yin...that's not what I meant. What's wrong with you..."
“Pang——!!!”
Kinsley kicked the chair next to the bar over with a loud noise.
Tanaka, who was guarding outside the door, naturally heard the noise as well. Sensing that danger was imminent, he rushed in.
"Sir... Miss Qingyan, what... what happened..."
We finally got the person back, what else could be worth making such a fuss?
Kinsley still had his back to them, so his expression couldn't be seen.
"Please send Miss Mu back. I'm tired."
"But you—"
"Mr. Tanaka..."
Mu Qingyan shook her head and stopped the other party from persuading her.
"Xiao...Yin..."
Her heart ached, and a sweet and fishy taste welled up in her throat. She secretly clenched her fists to suppress the discomfort.
"Just...rest. We'll talk again when you calm down, okay?"
The man didn't know whether he heard it or not, he just walked straight into the inner room.
Mu Qingyan's knees suddenly went weak.
"Miss Qingyan!"
Tanaka quickly helped him up.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No... I'm just a little tired. You stay and take care of Kinsley. I'll go back by myself."
After thinking it over, Tanaka decided to escort the man to the car without anyone noticing. He felt relieved when he saw that the person waiting there looked exactly like his master.
——I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but Miss Qingyan looks a little unhappy...
Unfortunately, the young master who was in the middle of internal conflict did not notice it.
…
St. Rohan Private Hospital in S City
In the VIP ward on the top floor, York stopped dealing with the bug, stood up and walked to the bedside to carefully check the various monitoring data, and couldn't help but sigh.
It's been so many days, and Dustin still shows no sign of waking up.
Although Yan's injuries were more serious, he didn't look so vulnerable.
After learning the news about the two people that day, York immediately contacted the security team of Infinity's Seoul branch and surrounded the rescue community in the shortest time possible.
But he was still worried about being in another country, so he applied to Country Z overnight for Dustin's political asylum and private jet routes within the country.
Yan's injuries were only treated briefly, and both were sent directly to this hospital.
In any case, at least in China, there will be no desperate criminals who dare to act as boldly as they did in Norway.
He was originally thinking of settling the score with his old friend, but he didn't expect to see Dustin, who was also in a coma like Yan.
Fortunately, he arrived in time and informed the doctors here of the Infinity CEO's drug allergy records. Otherwise, with Dustin's peculiar physique, he might have died from a single injection of sedative.
York sighed again, then raised his hand to test the temperature of the patient's neck and moved the heat sink on his forehead slightly further away.
The industry-leading CEO of Infinity rarely appears so quiet and vulnerable. His sharp eyes are tightly closed, and he utters no sharp words, reminding people that he is only 22 years old.
"Kinsley once told me he drew a turtle on his face to cheer Yan up. My friend, if you don't wake up soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist drawing a few strokes on you and then post it in the employee group for everyone to laugh at!"
York kept talking, but Dustin didn't move until he finished speaking. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sat on the chair beside the bed.
It's no wonder that others are timid in front of Dustin. Even he, even though he is a few years older, always looks a little childish compared to him.
"... No more joking. Seriously, Dustin, you've almost gotten enough sleep, haven't you?" He pinched his brow, looking very tired. "Infinity needs you. You know, there are many things I can't do. They're all waiting for you to make the decision... Dustin... I really... have no choice..."
The dejected tone plunged the entire ward into a terrifying silence, until a hoarse, indistinguishable voice rang in his ears:
"...Is it a nightmare...or...are you really going to cry..."
The device connected to the patient's body made a beeping sound, but it wasn't until he really met those leaden eyes that York suddenly realized:
"Jason!!! Call a doctor!!!"
The assistant who had been guarding outside the ward with his men immediately did as he was told.
After a thorough examination, he finally received satisfactory medical advice, and York took the opportunity to calm himself down.
The person on the hospital bed had already lost his patience:
"I say, what's wrong with you that you got yourself into this state?"
A familiar tone that is not very pleasant to the ear, but makes people miss it so much.
York said he didn't want to pay attention to him and poured a glass of water to him.
Jason quickly explained:
"Boss, for safety reasons, Sir has been here taking care of you for the past few days while you were in a coma. He must be tired."
The patient was speechless now. He clenched and unclenched the paper cup, and the water almost spilled out. He exhaled heavily, clenched his right fist, and bumped the arm of his friend beside the bed.
"My friend, I'm sorry for making you worry."
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