Upon hearing Shi Ning’s name, Qin Heye rolled down his car window, his gaze falling on Lin Jingyao’s wrist. A frown creased his brow. “Is Shi Ning really injured your hand?” he asked.
Lin Jingyao’s face was pale as a sheet as she nodded weakly. “Yes, it was Ningning who put the fruit knife on my wrist.” Although she worked at the Qin Group, her position was a leisurely clerical one, not even at the front desk, apparently because her appearance wasn’t considered “good enough.” She had no chance to see him at all, let alone be this close, and soon, she would be in the same car as him! Lin Jingyao knew she wasn’t as beautiful as Shi Ning, but she understood the nature of men. As long as it was something “new” and “outside,” it was often preferred over what they had at home! Given the chance, she was confident she could reel in Qin Heye!
Qin Heye’s frown deepened as he looked up, his gaze falling on Yu Yuexi, who maintained a respectful distance from him, appearing honest and guileless. “Is she telling the truth?” he inquired, his tone polite but cold and distant.
Yu Yuexi, who had instinctively kept her distance from even her best friend, lowered her head. Hearing the question, she looked up at Qin Heye in surprise, then quickly lowered her gaze again. “Uh, yes…” she stammered, but before she could finish, Lin Jingyao cut her off.
“Brother-in-law, can you take me to the hospital first ?” Lin Jingyao leaned limply against the car door, her “scheming hand” also reaching inside the car.
Qin Heye’s eyes narrowed as he watched Lin Jingyao’s hand extend into his car, a drop of blood staining the pristine interior of his imported car . He frowned and exited from the other side of the vehicle, his tall, erect figure exuding a powerful aura. The luxurious Maybach suddenly seemed as small and unassuming as a pet in his imposing presence.
“Miss Yu,” Qin Heye said to Yu Yuexi, his voice still polite but laced with a chilling aloofness, “please return home first. My assistant will take Miss Lin to the hospital.”
Yu Yuexi nodded, whispering to Lin Jingyao, “Call me if you need anything.” She then offered a kind reminder, “That’s Sister Ningning’s husband, it’s better to keep your distance.” Lin Jingyao, however, feigned deafness. Yu Yuexi could only offer a weak smile and turn to walk towards the bus stop.
Pei Qianhuo, Qin Heye’s assistant, also exited the car. He noted Lin Jingyao’s blood-stained white dress, her arm still bleeding, and her seemingly fragile posture against the car door. He quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Lin, please get in the car. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
After watching Qin Heye alight from the car and head directly for the entrance of Dihua Club without a glance in her direction, Lin Jingyao hardened her resolve. She dug her long nails into her wound, causing more blood to flow. Then, summoning her remaining strength, she dashed forward, positioning herself directly in front of Qin Heye. “Brother-in-law, can you go with me?” she pleaded.
Qin Heye frowned, stepping back. His refusal was sharp and cold. “No!”
Lin Jingyao’s face was pale, but she forced a “generous” smile. “Brother-in-law, don’t blame Ningning. She didn’t mean it, and I’m not in any big trouble.”
Qin Heye’s frown deepened as he regarded Lin Jingyao with a cold, unwavering gaze. Lin Jingyao, sensing his impatience for pleasantries, cut to the chase, her face twisted in a feigned anguish. “I don’t really want my brother-in-law to take me to the hospital,” she began, “but Ningning just said she wanted to divorce you, and she also ordered a male model who looked like Shen Xizhou. I was afraid you two would quarrel if you go inside .”
Qin Heye’s eyebrows twisted into a tight knot, his aura radiating an icy chill. “She said she will divorce me ?”
Lin Jingyao nodded vigorously, her face flushed as she looked at him. “Because Ningning mentioned that what she did with you that night was forced.”
[Damn, Lin Jingyao, this white lotus, is too clever in speaking, and every sentence she said is trying to sow discord between them .]
[It sounds like she is thinking about Shi Ning, but she only said that Shi Ning mentioned divorce and was forced, which made Qin Heye misunderstand that Shi Ning has a bad temper, hurts people, wants to divorce him, and hates to do it with him!]
[Ah, alas! The little sweet cookie I finally ate is misunderstood again and is heading towards forced love.]
[Beware of fire, theft, and best friends. Lin Jingyao is a typical example!]
[The villain is so cute. He only heard that his wife wanted to divorce him, not that his wife ordered a male model. As long as his wife didn’t divorce him, she would order a male model if she wanted to. He even thought about whether he should develop a male model buisness at the sideline.]
[Looking at Qin Heye’s current aura, if he wants to turn evil and become a villain, he should go up and carry Shi Ning home, close her in the attic, use his gold chain, and start -19cm of forced love.]
Shi Ning saw the barrage and hurried downstairs. As she read the last comment, she arrived at the entrance. She looked up and saw Qin Heye bathed in the street light. The dappled light touched him, yet it couldn’t dispel the palpable darkness that seemed to cling to him. He genuinely looked like he was contemplating turning sinister and imprisoning her. Seeing this, Shi Ning’s legs almost buckled.
“Husband~” she cooed.
Qin Heye heard the call, looked up, and saw Shi Ning running towards him, with a radiant smile on her face.
When Lin Jingyao saw Shi Ning, her face contorted in panic. “Ningning…ah!” Shi Ning, thinking Lin Jingyao was simply in her way, casually pushed her aside. Then, she happily launched herself into Qin Heye’s arms, wrapping her arms around his strong waist. She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. “Husband~ Why are you here? Are you here to take me home?” She then added, a pout forming on her lips, “I haven’t seen you for a day. I miss you so much~” Shi Ning stood on tiptoes, lightly kissing his chin, then tilted her head and asked, “Husband, do you miss your wife too ?”
Qin Heye looked down at Shi Ning, who, like a small sun, was illuminating his dark and cold heart, filling him with warmth. He couldn’t help but curve his thin lips. “Yes.”
Shi Ning, not entirely satisfied, took his face in her hands and gave him direct instructions. “Say a whole sentence. Who misses who?”
Qin Heye’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Your Husband… misses… his wife.” His tone was slow and gentle, brimming with shyness, as a faint blush spreading across his usually stoic face. Shi Ning at that moment find him more endearing than terrifying. “Husband is really obedient. Here’s a love reward, my good boy.” She stood on tiptoes again and this time kissed Qin Heye on the lips.
Lin Jingyao, who had fallen to the ground, stared blankly at Shi Ning’s smooth operation. With a simple hug, Shi Ning had transformed the cold, abstinent, and utterly terrifying Qin Heye into a blushing, compliant “sweet dog “! A kiss had rendered him standing there like a dazed idiot,like a fifty-billion-prize winner utterly smitten. Is the unkind Qin Heye really so easy to coax? A hug can make Qin Ye’s mouth beam like the sun? A kiss can make him stand stupidly, like a fifty-billion-prize winner? Shi Ning, a woman with beauty but no IQ, who is bent on cheating, why does Qin Ye like her so much? Lin Jingyao was seething with disbelief. She staggered to her feet. “Why did Ningning come down right now ?” she asked, feigning innocence.
Shi Ning linked her arm through Qin Heye’s and looked up at Lin Jingyao. “If I hadn’t come down, I don’t know how much more you would have provoked the ‘feelings ‘ between me and my husband.”
“Feelings?” Qin Heye heard Shi Ning’s words, lowered his head, and looked at her deeply, a flicker of something new was now shining in his eyes.
Lin Jingyao, who had been momentarily panicked, quickly calmed down, realizing Shi Ning hadn’t overheard her earlier conversation with Qin Heye. She evaded the point. “It’s late, Ningning. Go back with brother-in-law. The male models in the club aren’t clean. Be careful not to get sick. I’m going to the hospital first.” She still couldn’t resist a final jab towards ShiNing , subtly implying Shi Ning was playing with male models behind Qin Heye’s back.
“Stop!” Shi Ning commanded, her voice suddenly cold.
Pei Qianhuo immediately extended a hand, stopping Lin Jingyao, who was about to leave. “Miss Shi asks you to stop,” he stated. Lin Jingyao had no choice but to turn around, offering a pale, weak smile. “If Ningning is okay, please let me go to the hospital first. I’ve lost a lot of blood and I really can’t hold on any longer.” As she spoke, her body swayed precariously, as if she might faint at any moment.
Shi Ning stepped in front of Lin Jingyao and glanced at her bloody arm, which had stained a small area of her white dress red. It certainly looked serious. But she wouldn’t die, let alone be disabled. The bleeding wound didn’t look that fierce. Or should she give it another stab?