"Qi Longbing... you relentless fiend... why are you so fixated on ? Why?" Hua Xiaomo’s head throbbed at the thought. In a fit of frustration, she tossed off her covers and rushed to the window, yanking open the curtains. The window opposite hers was empty, devoid of any presence.
He was long gone.
Hua Xiaomo’s gaze on his windowsill grew dull, fixed. For a long while, she just stared, without words or action.
She stood like a statue, gazing at that windowsill for a very, very long ti...
anwhile, on the street below her window, a black Ferrari was parked. Its occupant hadn’t left at all; he had been watching her window the entire ti.
But he hadn’t expected her to wake up, had he? And not only had she awakened, but she was also staring at the very spot on the window where he had been?
The implication was clear.
Qi Longbing smiled, deeply intoxicated once again by this scene...
Simultaneously, he took out his phone and captured this incredibly moving mont.
Xiao Mo, you love , Qi Longbing, so much. How can you lie to yourself? I... I won’t let you leave ! Qi Longbing smiled. How he wished she would glance down, just a little, see his car, see him.
But she didn’t. She seed to be sleepwalking, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she stared unwaveringly at the windowsill where he had appeared.
This made Qi Longbing wonder if he should go up.
But then, as if he had heard her heavy sigh, she silently turned her head and left the windowsill.
Once again, only the fluttering curtain remained at the window.
Xiao Mo... are you contradicting yourself like this? Deep down you yearn for desperately, you love to death, and yet you deny it? A devilish smile played on Qi Longbing’s lips.
An unknown amount of ti passed before he finally drove away slowly as dawn approached.
...
「The next day.」
Sunlight spilled onto the windowsill.
Hua Xiaomo had just risen and, after freshening up, was about to leave her apartnt.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Who could it be this early? Hua Xiaomo wondered, peering towards the door. Could it be Hua Renda again?
The re thought of Hua Renda shattered her inner peace.
He relentlessly pressured her to marry into the Qi Family, seemingly unwilling to stop until she did.
A shadow crossed Hua Xiaomo’s beautiful face as she quickly walked to the door.
However, it wasn’t Hua Renda but an unfamiliar courier.
"Are you Miss Hua Xiaomo?"
"Yes."
"Your delivery?"
Hua Xiaomo was taken aback as she looked at the package handed to her. It was an anonymous parcel with no return address, its origin a mystery.
"Please sign for it."
"May I ask where this is from?"
"This should be from within the city," the courier replied.
Hua Xiaomo said nothing more and quickly signed for the parcel. Filled with suspicion, she took the package into her house.
Strange, I haven’t ordered anything online. Where did this co from?
Hua Xiaomo quickly opened the package. When she saw the photos inside, she was utterly shocked.
All the photos were of her, taken while she was in so kind of unconscious state, completely unaware.
Hua Xiaomo’s face flushed crimson as she quickly realized what they depicted.
Yes, that night she had indeed had *that kind* of dream.
But how could anyone have taken these photos?
Hua Xiaomo carefully examined the package again; there was nothing inside besides the photos.
How on earth were these photos taken?
Suddenly, Hua Xiaomo flipped the photos over and saw a line of words written on the back of one of them.
My Baby Xiao Mo, your expressions are quite marvelous!
"Qi! Long! Bing!" Hua Xiaomo’s eyes blazed with anger. Who else would speak to in that tone but him?
Besides, having been his secretary for so ti, she recognized his handwriting.
Gritting her teeth in fury, Hua Xiaomo snatched her bag, stuffed the photos inside, and hailed a taxi to Qi Imperial Court.
Located on the bustling section of Central Ring Road, Qi Imperial Court was as splendid and imposing as ever.
Hua Xiaomo didn’t walk into the building imdiately but stood in a concealed spot outside, watching the people rushing to work.
This was peak commute ti. However, knowing Qi Longbing’s habits, he wasn’t as diligent as his staff and wouldn’t arrive so early.
Ti passed. As it neared ten o’clock, Hua Xiaomo grew impatient.
Why hasn’t that guy shown up yet? Hua Xiaomo frowned. She had carefully watched everyone entering and exiting the building, and all the vehicles, but found no trace of him.
Alright, she had to make things clear to him this ti. He couldn’t keep troubling her. And how could he take such photos so casually? It was infuriating! What in the world was that Long Bin up to? So annoying! If only he would stay further away, that would be best.
Hua Xiaomo tightened her grip on her bag. Just as she was wondering whether to call him and arrange a eting, a golden Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost suddenly pulled up nearby.
It stopped right in front of the building’s main entrance.
Yu Bao quickly exited the car and opened the rear door for President Qi.
A man in a deep purple suit erged. His handso face bore a faint, angelic smile, yet it inspired not warmth but a sense of danger.
The domineering aura that radiated from his smile was so intense that people dared not look directly at him.
Lately, President Qi’s moods had beco increasingly unpredictable, his temper as volatile as a sudden thunderstorm—fair one mont, foul the next.
The instant Hua Xiaomo saw him, she cast aside her hesitation and rushed forward. Whatever it took, she had to make things clear; she couldn’t let him keep tornting her.
"President Qi!" Hua Xiaomo quickly reached him, but as she did, her foot suddenly twisted, and her heel snapped off.
A sharp pain shot up from her ankle.
"Ugh..." Hua Xiaomo groaned. Before she could say more, she quickly clutched her ankle.
Before the pain could fully register, a dark figure lood over her.
Hua Xiaomo looked up, her eyes eting Qi Longbing’s stunningly beautiful yet cold face. She saw a flicker of pain in his expression that she couldn’t comprehend.
He... felt pain too? But the injury is on my body, how could he feel pain?
"Why are you so careless?" Qi Longbing said, quickly bending down, his hands expertly slipping under her shoulders and behind her knees.
Hua Xiaomo instinctively recoiled. "No, don’t..."
But he gave her no chance to resist. Grasping her hand, he decisively settled her into the luxury car and commanded, "Yu Bao, to the hospital, imdiately."
"Yes, sir," Yu Bao responded instantly, his expression a mixture of what looked like relief and perhaps even a hint of satisfaction at this turn of events involving Hua Xiaomo.
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