"Madam, you better hurry to the hospital, there's been a big incident!"
With years of service in the affluent Qi family, Auntie Zhang, who was so composed that even an inexplicable pregnancy of the old sow in the backyard couldn't stir any emotional waves within her, rushed over with a panicked look.
Yi Qingju, who was curled up on the sofa, hearing this voice, quickly concealed her grinning teeth, skillfully switched the sexy male live stream on her screen to financial news.
The petite girl with a palm-sized face and a pair of endearing cat eyes, obediently looked back at the approaching figure.
"Auntie Zhang, what happened? Did the sow in the backyard get pregnant with a second litter?"
Auntie Zhang lamented, "It's the master."
Yi Qingju's phone 'clattered' to the floor.
"Did the master get pregnant with a second litter!?"
Auntie Zhang 'tsked' hastily.
"Master has been coughing today. He's already in the hospital, as his wife, it's logical for you to go see him."
"Oh, that's distressing indeed. Do I really have to attend in person?"
Before the echo of her words faded, her phone, which she had just picked up, clattered to the ground again.
Shocked, her reflection stared back at her from the fractured screen.
"What did you say? Who's coughing?"
Surviving the shocking news that she became deaf at such a young age, Auntie Zhang patiently repeated what she had said.
Yi Qingju's body softened, and had not Aunt Zhang supported her quickly, the delicate young girl would have slipped to the ground.
Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh.
Although they were only husband and wife in name, who in the capital didn't know that Yi Qingju was hopelessly in love with Mr. Qi, losing all dignity, deeply to the bone, and even willing to lose her freedom.
True colors are revealed in times of adversity indeed.
Yi Qingju, in disbelief, trembled and then lifted her head up.
"You're saying, my husband, who has billions worth in personal value and numerous assets under his name, bearing an iron health, able to wrestle even the most powerful, and as soon as he dies, I would immediately become the number one on the Forbes Rich List—"
"He coughed?"
Aunt Zhang, with a painful look on her face, nodded.
"Oh, mercy of the heavens—" Yi Qingju was overjoyed to the point of tears.
She, who gets short of breath even after taking three steps, rose up with newfound energy and sprinted towards the door.
Aunt Zhang: "....."
Why did she feel like the madam looked even more serious?
Amid the surprised gazes of the household staff, Yi Qingju dashed all the way to the garage in one breath.
The 15th generation Knight, the king of off-road, the master of land, was parked here. Its glossy, sleek black exterior was dazzling.
She stepped forward, flicked her slender white wrist, and resolutely pressed the button on the car key in her hand.
"Alright, I've chosen you, my knight."
From a corner, the Wuling Hong Guang MINI EV responded to her call with a 'beep beep' sound.
…
On the top floor of the First People's Hospital of the capital, a bunch of doctors wearing white lab coats, of varying skin tones and obviously from different countries, were gathered in serious discussion.
Though there was a significant crowd, the voices were kept very quiet, as though afraid of disturbing someone.
Therefore, when a soft whisper of a voice sounded, it took the old fellas aback.
"Hello, could you please tell me how to get to Qi Weiran's ward?"
Hearing this name, the doctors all turned their heads simultaneously towards the voice.
In front of them stood a petite girl, dressed lightly, her ethereal and clear eyes focussed on them.
Maybe it was due to her light clothing and hurriedness, her small palm-sized face was slightly pale due to the wind, eliciting a sense of protectiveness from others.
Seeing them silent, the girl furrowed her delicate brows, her light-colored lips parted, and she spoke again, "Excuse me? Do any of you know where Mr. Qi Weiran can be found? Where did he die?”
Doctor: "......"
The oldest among them, a foreign doctor with blue eyes, pointed towards the room at the very end of the corridor and said in fluent Chinese, "Mr. Qi is in the furthest room."
The girl thanked him and as she turned around to leave, everyone heard her mumble under her breath, "Damn."
"………"
Staring at the door before her, Yi Qingju took a deep breath.
Sure enough, the next second, a cold mechanical voice rang in her mind--
[The presence of the target object has been detected. Please maintain character setting, OOC will encounter electric shock.]
Yi Qingju instantly changed her casual demeanor, skillfully took out a bottle of eye drops, and dripped them into her eyes.
After rhythmically knocking three times, she withdrew her hand.
Soon, a magnetically alluring low voice emanated from inside, enough to make one's knees buckle.
She pushed open the door.
The anticipated scene of a man lying weakly coughing on the bed was absent.
He did not choose to take the seemingly comfortable large bed.
Instead, he was sitting on a genuine leather sofa to one side. His long legs crossed, appearing even more slender under the wrapping of his suit trousers.
His hair was neatly tied up by hair gel, revealing a full forehead and excellent brow bone structure.
The man's features were profound, just like a classical sculpture created by a Western Master, incredibly handsome.
Upon the sound, he took his eyes off the document in his hand and looked at her.
Also revealing the most eye-catching feature of his handsome appearance.
Those shallow-colored pupils, resembling transparent amber eyes.
Yi Qingju casually closed the door, taking slow steps towards Qi Wuran under his watchful gaze.
Qi Wuran silently observed her, mentally counting to three.
Just as he anticipated, at the end of a concise three-second countdown, the girl in front of him pursed her lips, and tears started to fall before words even escaped from her mouth.
She appeared so distraught that it seemed as though she was not standing in front of Qi Wuran himself but before his memorial.
Facing a girl who seems determined to cry herself dry, the man’s expression remained the same, but the coldness in his eyes revealed his growing impatience.
He was about to lift a finger, intending to have someone extract Yi Qingju from his presence, when he suddenly clenched his fist and coughed.
The girl, whose distress seemed uncontrollable a moment ago, had her cat-like eyes widened, even forgetting to cry and exclaimed in disbelief, “Sir! What's happening to you, why are you coughing! What should I do if something happened to you!"
Listening to her panic-stricken cry, which almost seemed like she was cursing his demise, Qi Wuran was about to speak—
But the familiar, sweet voice sounded again.
【Is this a cough? This can earn me plenty of gold coins】
【If I die, how will you survive? Of course, you'll wait until my seventh-day memorial service to inherit all my property and have a wild celebration on my grave】
