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Zhang Shaocong tilted his head back and poured the amber liquid from his cup down his throat. The sudden stimulation made him choke for a moment, but he quickly filled his cup again. Looking up, he saw Shen Qingyou staring at him in confusion, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Serene, why aren't you drinking?"
The cold wind howled, and as the liquid went down, a chilling sensation spread through his organs. Shen Qingyou had yet to finish her drink while Zhang Shaocong had already downed three cups and was slightly tipsy.
"Commander, we are approaching a fork in the road. Do you want to go to the Qing Family or Dragon City Garden?"
Guard Wang glanced at Qing Cang through the rearview mirror. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked exhausted. They had achieved outstanding results in this military exercise, enduring sleepless nights for seven consecutive days. Qing Cang's sunken eye sockets showed signs of fatigue.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and then Qing Cang slowly opened his eyes. His usually clear gaze was now bloodshot. The dazzling neon lights outside flashed past his eyes; the vibrant scenery outside could not warm the chill in his gaze. "Commander!"
Wang gently called out again as they reached the traffic light. If the Commander did not give any instructions, would they just keep driving like this?
After hesitating for a few seconds, Qing Cang parted his thin lips. "Let's head back to the Qing Family old residence."
"Oh!"
The green military vehicle signaled a right turn, and soon it slowly entered another lane. Qing Cang rolled down the window halfway, and a strong smell of grilled meat wafted in. "Wang, pull over!"
"Yes, Commander!"
The vehicle came to a stop by the roadside. Wang jumped out of the driver's seat first and stood outside Qing Cang's window. "Commander, do you have any instructions?"
"Hey, officer! Come down and have some skewers! This barbecue is the most famous in Beiyuan City!" The Boss rushed over as soon as he saw potential customers. Smelling the aroma of grilled meat reminded Qing Cang of his university days when there was a similar barbecue place next to their military academy. He would often go there with Li Haoran for a bite. Remembering Li Haoran made Qing Cang look up; coincidentally, wasn't that Beiyuan City People's Hospital?
Taking out his phone, Qing Cang dialed Li Haoran's number. After some music played, a heavily nasal voice answered on the other end. "Qing Da Shao, what urgent matter do you have at this late hour?"
"I'm at your hospital's entrance; do you want to come out for a drink?"
Li Haoran suddenly shook off his sleepiness. "What? You're at my hospital's entrance? I'll be right down!"
A hint of a smile appeared on his handsome and resolute face as Qing Cang got out of the car. The orange streetlights illuminated his bronzed skin, making him look incredibly charming. His tall and commanding figure was dressed in a neat green uniform, exuding an air of calmness and righteousness.
The Boss swallowed hard; how could such a handsome and charismatic man exist in this world? Standing in front of his stall made him feel like his barbecue stand had suddenly leveled up.
Qing Cang looked up with deep-set eyes towards the tent set up behind the Boss and casually said, "Give me a plate of grilled meat and a case of beer!"
"Good!"
Standing under the streetlight, Qing Cang lit a cigarette. The way he tilted his head to light it was incredibly cool, even Boss, who was busy grilling meat, couldn't help but steal a few glances at him.
"Qing Shao!"
Dressed in a red down jacket, Li Haoran ran over. Upon seeing the striking figure under the streetlight, he shouted. Inside the canvas tent, Shen Qingyou's hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled violently, spilling the amber liquid onto Zhang Shaocong across from her. "Serene, are you okay?"
Outside, Qing Cang's expression suddenly changed. He quickly extended his arm to pull back a corner of the tent behind him. The scene that came into view froze all expressions on his face instantly, and his eyes turned as cold as blades, fixating on Zhang Shaocong's hands holding Shen Qingyou.
"Qing!"
Shen Qingyou quickly withdrew her hand from Zhang Shaocong's grasp. "Qing Shao, it's not what you think!"
She had calculated everything but never expected they would reunite in such a setting. Looking at Qing Cang's face, which was as cold as ice in winter, she felt completely at a loss.
"Qing Cang!"
Li Haoran walked in from outside and saw Shen Qingyou and Zhang Shaocong. A hint of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes. "The meat is here!"
Boss carried a steaming platter of grilled meat and looked at the four people in front of him with confusion. "You guys? Know each other?"
No one answered him. He chuckled dryly. "Since you know each other, why not sit together?"
As he spoke, he bent down and walked in, pushing two tables together while enthusiastically inviting them over. Qing Cang's lips curled into a cold smile as he bent down and entered, standing opposite Shen Qingyou. "Serene, long time no see. I didn't expect you to have been in Jiangcheng all this time!"
"Qing Shao, long time no see!"
Long time? How long has it been? One hundred eighty-nine days, four thousand five hundred thirty-six hours—this string of numbers echoed repeatedly in Shen Qingyou's mind. She had always fantasized that when they met again, it would be at her most beautiful moment! But now?
"Zhang Shaocong, do you mind if we sit together?"
Hearing Qing Cang call Zhang Shaocong's name, Shen Qingyou looked up in shock. They knew each other?
"Today, it's such a coincidence to meet Qing Shao here. Usually, I can't even invite you. Please, have a seat, Li Haoran, come sit over here!"
Li Haoran smiled faintly, "Cousin, what brings you here today?"
Cousin? So they are relatives!
The four of them settled back down. Qing Cang raised his glass and drank it all in one go. His gaze never lingered on Shen Qingyou, as he continued to chat with Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong about topics between men. Shen Qingyou felt uneasy, and just then, her phone suddenly rang loudly, "Shen Qingyou, you irresponsible woman, where have you run off to? Hurry up and come back!"
The roar of Li Luo on the other end of the line was clear to the three men present. "Li Luo, stop yelling. I... I'll be back soon!"
Before she could finish speaking, Qing Cang suddenly reached out and put the phone to his ear: "She won't be coming back!"
His deep voice carried an undeniable authority, and then he abruptly hung up the phone.
Zhang Shaocong had heard a bit about this past affair of Qing Cang. In fact, when he first saw Shen Qingyou's name in the company's talent pool, he immediately thought of Qing Cang. At that time, he was curious about what kind of charm a woman could possess to make someone as renowned as Qing Cang in all of Jiangcheng go crazy for her. So, he called Shen Qingyou under the pretense of inviting her for an interview. Upon meeting her for the first time, he didn't think she was particularly special. However, as time went on, the unique aura and resilience she exuded made him reassess her distinct beauty.
Shen Qingyou's phone rang again. She glanced awkwardly at Qing Cang, unsure whether to answer it.
She regretted it deeply; why did she agree to go out for late-night snacks with Zhang Shaocong in the middle of the night?
The phone kept ringing incessantly; who had the mood or appetite to enjoy so-called top-notch barbecue now?
"Qing Shao, he's a patient; don't provoke him, okay?"
Shen Qingyou struggled to speak, and after finishing her sentence, quickly lowered her head. She felt like Qing Cang's eyes could kill her.
Qing Cang remained silent, picked up the phone on the table, pressed the call button, and held it to his ear: "Shen Qingyou, you unfaithful woman! I'm lying in a hospital bed here, and you're still out fooling around! Who was that man just now? Where are you right now?"
The corners of Shen Qingyou's mouth twitched repeatedly; this was bad—this misunderstanding had escalated!
Qing Cang still said nothing. On the other end, Li Luo seemed to realize that the person on the phone wasn't Shen Qingyou. So he shifted his tone: "You're that scoundrel, aren't you? Let me tell you, Shen Qingyou is my woman; don't even think about having designs on her! And am I seeing things or is my eyesight failing? How could you even be interested in that ugly woman? She's lazy and has many bad habits; for example, she likes to pick her toes while watching TV and snores when she sleeps. Plus, she often doesn't bathe—it's disgusting..."
"Li Luo, have you had enough?"
Shen Qingyou couldn't help but roar, "That damn Li Luo, how could he tarnish my reputation in front of Qing Cang?"
“Shen Qingyou, are you nearby? Hurry up and get back here, or I’ll punish you by not allowing you to eat for three nights!”
The corners of Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong's mouths twitched as well. Qing Cang's eyes were deep as the sea, and finally, he slowly spoke, “Young Master Luo, I am Qing Cang!”
Then, the four heard a thud on the other end of the phone, followed by a howl. Shen Qingyou's expression changed immediately as she snatched the phone from Qing Cang: “Li Luo, are you okay?”
“Shen Qingyou, you heartless woman, I hate you, I hate you!”
With that, the call was disconnected. Shen Qingyou held the phone tightly and bit her lip: “Everyone, I'm sorry, I have to go!”
She deliberately ignored the sharp glare from Qing Cang and picked up her bag: “Young Master Qing, I will explain this to you later!”
With that, she turned and ran. Watching her flee in panic, a strange smile suddenly appeared in Qing Cang's eyes. He then picked up his cup and drank it all in one go.
……
Shen Qingyou gently pushed open the door to the hospital room. Inside was pitch black and quiet. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief; had Li Luo finally tired himself out and fallen asleep?
However, when she reached the bedside, it was empty. Her heart sank; he had left? Damn it, didn’t he know he was still running a high fever?
She rushed to the security room: “Did Li Luo go out?”
“Yes!”
“Why didn’t you stop him? Don’t you know he’s a patient?”
Shen Qingyou scolded them angrily. The two security guards looked troubled: “Sister Shen, don’t you know Li Luo’s temper? If we hadn’t let him out, he would have destroyed our security room!”
“Damn it!”
Seeing the helpless expressions on the two security guards' faces, Shen Qingyou could imagine they had tried their best. At this late hour, in this cold weather, where could Li Luo have gone?
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Shen Qingyou stared blankly into the vast darkness, repeatedly dialing Li Luo's number, but it remained unreachable. "Li Luo, you fool!"
With no other options, Shen Qingyou hurried to the barbecue stall. "Zhang Shaocong, it's bad! Li Luo is missing!"
Zhang Shaocong and Li Haoran's faces changed drastically as they immediately stood up, grabbing their jackets and rushing outside. "Zhang Shaocong, wait for me!"
Shen Qingyou called out from behind, while Qing Cang shouted to Wang Dao, "Go, drive!"
Wang brought the car over, and Qing Cang pulled Shen Qingyou in immediately. Rolling down the window, he called out, "Zhang Shaocong, Li Haoran, get in!"
"Call him! Keep calling his phone!"
Zhang Shaocong shouted at Shen Qingyou. She quickly took out her phone and dialed repeatedly, but still no one answered. "Li Luo, where on earth did you run off to?"
"To Night Owl! To Night Owl!"
Shen Qingyou suddenly remembered something and shouted at Qing Cang. With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, the car spun around in place and then sped off towards Night Owl.
The imposing military vehicle came to a steady stop at the entrance of Night Owl. The two security guards exchanged wary glances upon seeing the military vehicle, their expressions tense.
"I can't go in; you guys go ahead!"
Inside the car, Qing Cang said in a deep voice. As someone got out of the car, the guards quickly dialed their boss's number. Shen Qingyou rushed past them like a whirlwind; the loud music and deafening screams pierced her eardrums. She dashed through a corridor adorned with colorful neon lights until she reached a golden hall filled with people. The music was booming around her; lasers flickered as she scanned the crowd for Li Luo.
"Sister, who are you looking for?"
Two men dressed in black approached Shen Qingyou with guarded expressions.
Ignoring them, Shen Qingyou moved through the hall to the spiral staircase at the corner. Just as she was about to step up, she was blocked by the two men following her. "Sister, please show us your membership card!"
"What membership card?"
Shen Qingyou looked back at the two men in confusion. They then gestured for her to leave. "Sorry, but upstairs we only serve VIP customers. If you don't have a membership card, please go back!"
Although the two men spoke respectfully, their demeanor was aggressive.
"I'll go up to find someone and be right back!"
"Find someone? That's even less acceptable!"
This was a place of indulgence, where they engaged in activities that were not meant to see the light of day. The VIP Room upstairs hosted prominent figures, and how could they allow this woman of unknown identity to go up freely?
"Sister, please!"
The two men exchanged glances and then opened their arms, preparing to escort Shen Qingyou out.
"Let go of me!"
Shen Qingyou shouted coldly. Li Luo had once told her that he loved coming to Night Owl because it allowed one to escape reality, and it placed great importance on customer privacy. Many friends from the circle liked to frequent this place. She had a strong feeling that Li Luo was upstairs, and she had to get up there.
"Sister, if you keep this up, don't blame us for being rude!"
The two bodyguards wore grim expressions; they were experienced in dealing with troublemakers. A few stern words usually sufficed, especially since the other party was a woman.
However, it was clear that Shen Qingyou's stubbornness exceeded their expectations. The three were at a standstill at the corner of the stairs when Zhang Shaocong and Li Haoran rushed over.
"Let her go!"
Zhang Shaocong sternly reprimanded the two men and pulled Shen Qingyou away from their grasp. "We're just here to find someone!"
Although Zhang Shaocong was a successful businessman, he had always kept himself clean and never frequented such places. As for Li Haoran, it was even less likely. Upon seeing two more men arrive, one of the bodyguards immediately pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket, and soon they spotted four or five men approaching through the crowd.
"Looking for trouble, are you? I warn you, if you don't leave now, don't blame us for being rude!"
The Bodyguard Captain glared at Zhang Shaocong and the others. "By your attire, you seem like respectable individuals, but this is not a place where you can act recklessly. I advise you to leave quickly; otherwise, you'll regret it!"
"Has Li Luo been here?"
In a moment of desperation, Shen Qingyou blurted out, and the other party raised an eyebrow: "We don't have Li Luo here!"
To deal with VIP clients, they charged a hefty membership fee. If they couldn't even guarantee the privacy of their guests, how would those wealthy individuals willingly pay such fees?
"Serene, forget it, let's go!"
Li Haoran looked at the burly men in front of him and felt that the three of them were no match for the others. Rather than escalating the situation, it was better to retreat and think of another way.
"Looks like we have no choice!"
Shen Qingyou bit her lip in frustration. The Bodyguard Captain was quite satisfied with their compliance and pointed towards the door, saying, "The exit is over there; feel free to leave!"
Just as he turned around, Shen Qingyou suddenly dashed up to the second floor.
"Catch her!"
Several men shouted, their faces dark and terrifying. The Bodyguard Captain quickly chased after Shen Qingyou, but he was held back by Zhang Shaocong and Li Haoran.
"It's breaking out into a fight!"
The bustling hall erupted due to the brawl. The loud music continued to thump in their ears, and the Pole Dancer could no longer capture anyone's attention; all eyes were drawn to the fight in the center of the venue.
Although Li Haoran was a surgeon, he had served in the military, and over the years he had kept practicing. Dealing with a few thugs was not a problem for him. However, Zhang Shaocong was different; he had been busy with company matters and often socialized late into the night. Faced with these trained bodyguards, he was quickly overwhelmed and found himself on the receiving end of blows.
"It's breaking out into a fight! It's really happening!"
When Qing Cang, sitting in his car, heard people discussing what was happening outside, his expression suddenly darkened. He took off his Uniform and decisively stepped out of the car, striding towards Night Owl.
"Excuse me, sir, we are closed today!"
The two bouncers at the entrance recognized that this imposing man was part of the group causing trouble inside and stepped forward to block Qing Cang.
With a flash of cold light in his hawk-like eyes, Qing Cang executed a left-hand grab; there was a crack as one of the bouncer's wrists snapped under his grip.
Another disciple looked at Qing Cang in horror, then quickly turned and ran inside. Qing Cang maintained a cold expression as he stepped over the disciple who was lying on the ground, wailing in pain, and walked in. At this moment, the entire hall was in disarray. A dozen men had surrounded Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong, raining down punches on them like raindrops. The grim expression on Qing Cang's face exuded a tremendous aura. With a left hook and a right roundhouse kick, his agile movements resembled that of a civet cat, and several men were already sprawled on the ground groaning. His almost murderous gaze fell upon the Bodyguard Captain, and he said darkly, "Tell your Boss to come here!"
This man had an imposing presence and a strong aura. The Bodyguard Captain, who had seen countless people, immediately sensed that the man standing before him was definitely not an ordinary character. Moreover, he was wearing a pair of shiny military boots. The disciple at the door whispered something in his ear, and then his expression suddenly changed: "Go, quickly bring Boss Wang here!"
"Now, can you tell me which room Li Luo is in?"
Qing Cang's voice was as cold as the winter wind in December, devoid of any emotion.
"Sir, please don't make things difficult for us. Why don't you sit down for a moment? We'll let you know when our Boss arrives."
Although he knew that the man before him held a prominent position in Jiangcheng, the VIP rooms upstairs were not meant for just anyone. Without the Boss's orders, he absolutely did not have the courage to let anyone go upstairs.
Upstairs, there were sounds of commotion, followed by a black-clad bodyguard tumbling down the stairs. The Bodyguard Captain's expression darkened; was that woman also a trained fighter?
He quickly led everyone upstairs, with Qing Cang following closely behind. The scene upstairs mirrored that of the first floor—chaos everywhere. Shen Qingyou's originally tied-up ponytail had come undone, her long hair cascading casually over her shoulders. Her gaze was calm as she coldly stared at the four men blocking the staircase.
Outside, despite the noise escalating to such an extent, the soundproofing of this private room was exceptionally good; it hadn't disturbed the guests outside at all.
"Stop! Stop! Miss, let's talk this over calmly!"
They were known as Night Owl in Jiangcheng and had quite a reputation. If there wasn't someone backing them up from above, they wouldn't dare to be so brazenly self-proclaimed as Jiangcheng's number one.
However, those in their line of work understood that it's better to resolve conflicts peacefully rather than escalate them; it all depended on maintaining good relationships.
"Serene, come down first!"
Qing Cang's clear eyes remained cold as he signaled Shen Qingyou not to forcefully cause trouble; if things escalated further, it would be hard to settle.
Shen Qingyou retracted her fierce aura and tied her hair back again: "I just want to know if Li Luo is here."
"Wait! Wait!"
Just as the Bodyguard Captain was sweating profusely trying to handle the situation, their Boss slowly approached amidst the crowd.
"A Cat, is it those few causing trouble?"
Wang Qiao, one of the behind-the-scenes Bosses of Night Owl, was broad and stout, with a pair of cunning eyes that resembled a fox, scanning the few people in front of him before his gaze landed on Qing Cang.
"Young Master Qing?"
The reason Wang Qiao had managed to stand firm in the entertainment venues of Jiangcheng for so many years was indeed because he had powerful connections. He had once crossed paths with Young Master Qing at a gathering; of course, Young Master Qing did not recognize him, but he remembered Qing Cang, a prominent figure in the military.
"Young Master Qing, how about sitting in my office for a bit?"
Young Master Qing shook his head. "Boss Wang, right? We just want to know if Li Luo is here with you."
Shen Qingyou looked at Young Master Qing. Over time, he had indeed become more composed. If it were before, he would have likely summoned a large group of characters like the Public Security Bureau Chief to clear the scene. However, this time, it was evident that he wanted to keep a low profile. Is this what they call the way of governance?
Shen Qingyou observed Young Master Qing, who exuded a strong aura that no one else present could match.
Wang Qiao threw a glance at the nearby Bodyguard Captain, who then dialed an internal phone line. After a while, he hung up and turned to Shen Qingyou and the others, saying, "I'm sorry, but Li Luo does not wish to see you all!"
He really is here! A hint of anger crept onto Shen Qingyou's beautiful face. He was still running a high fever and had come to this place filled with alcohol to drown his sorrows. "Li Luo, come out here!"
Shen Qingyou shouted towards the second floor, and Wang Qiao's expression changed. At the same time, Young Master Qing pulled her back forcefully: "Serene, don't act recklessly!"
"Li Luo, come out here!"
...
Wang Qiao's expression grew increasingly dark. The only reason he tolerated their ruckus was because they were friends of Young Master Qing. However, that did not mean they could cross his bottom line.
"Shen Qingyou, stop causing trouble!"
Qing Cang's face was grim as he firmly grasped Shen Qingyou. If she continued like this, who knows what kind of trouble would arise.
"Young Master Qing, if you're afraid of causing trouble, you can leave now. I must take Li Luo back to the hospital; he still has a high fever!"
On Shen Qingyou's face, there was a look of determination. Qing Cang knew that her stubbornness was at play again. Just when both sides were at a standstill, unsure of how to resolve the situation, suddenly, one of the VIP room doors swung open...
Bare-chested Li Luo stood at the doorway, embracing a seductive woman, his enchanting peach blossom eyes gazing at Shen Qingyou and her group not far away, his gaze frivolous and audacious.
“Shen Qingyou, have you finished your date with your old lover?”
No wonder she had dressed so beautifully today; it turned out to be for meeting her old flame. A mocking smile curled at the corner of Li Luo's mouth: “Shen Qingyou, aren't you on vacation today?”
“Li Luo, get back to the hospital right now!”
“The hospital? Why would I go to the hospital? It's so nice here, with drinks and women. Why would I want to smell that damn disinfectant in the hospital?”
As he spoke, his long fingers lifted the woman's chin, pressing his moist lips against hers in a passionate and lengthy kiss in front of everyone.
“Li Luo, enough!”
Suddenly, Zhang Shaocong stepped forward swiftly, separating him from the woman. The forceful tug caused Li Luo's head to spin; if he hadn't grabbed onto the handrail behind him, he might have tumbled down the stairs.
“Enough? Who here still cares about me? What am I? I'm just a tool for you to make money...”
As he spoke, tears welled up in Li Luo's eyes. Shen Qingyou's heart trembled; it was the first time she realized how fragile Li Luo truly was inside. His teasing, his mockery, his nonchalance, and indifference were all just a facade to disguise this vulnerability.
“Li Luo!”
Shen Qingyou called out earnestly. Li Luo lifted his face, looking at her with deep concern reflected in his eyes: “Serene, now that you've reconciled with Qing Cang, will you still stay by my side?”
He looked like a helpless child, gazing pitifully at Shen Qingyou, making her heart twist and turn.
“Li Luo, of course I will take care of you. I'm your assistant—no, I'm your nanny. Isn't your life all up to me?”
Shen Qingyou tried to comfort Li Luo as if he were a child. Li Luo tilted his head back, looking at her in despair: “No way, no way! Qing Shao won't let you stay by my side!”
“Li Luo, can you come back to the hospital with us first?”
He was running a high fever, and it was obvious that he was drunk. The terrifying flush on his face made Shen Qingyou instinctively pull back her fingers that had accidentally brushed against his body; he was burning hot. His ramblings were probably due to his head being muddled from the fever.
Shen Qingyou glanced at Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong beside her. They immediately supported Li Luo, who struggled a few times before fainting again. Shen Qingyou felt her heart rise to her throat again. Why did he always faint for no reason?
Seeing the tense expressions on Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong's faces, her confusion deepened…
“Serene!”
Just as Shen Qingyou was about to get into the ambulance, Qing Cang, who was walking behind her, suddenly called out to her. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but she still climbed in without hesitation. The ambulance gradually drove away from Qing Cang, whose dark pupils flickered with an inexplicable emotion.
Li Luo was sent back to the hospital room again. This time, Shen Qingyou dared not leave his side, sitting next to him and watching as the flush on his face gradually faded, leaving him pale. He slept quietly, innocent like a child. Shen Qingyou let out a long sigh; he really looked like a child who hadn't grown up.
“Water, water…”
Shen Qingyou placed a straw in Li Luo's mouth. He didn’t open his eyes but greedily sipped the warm water from the cup. His dry lips gradually regained a hint of color. After drinking, he fell back into a deep sleep. Shen Qingyou kept her eyes on him until outside, there was already a hint of light. Unable to hold on any longer, she leaned against Li Luo's bed and slowly fell asleep.
When Li Luo woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Shen Qingyou drooling as she slept beside him. Her long hair partially covered her side face, and the brilliant sunlight illuminated her face, casting a golden halo around her—so beautiful that it felt sacred. However, thinking about how she had gone on a date with Qing Cang yesterday made Li Luo frown and then push her hand away from his bedside.
“Thud!”
The sound of Shen Qingyou, who had been sleeping soundly, falling to the ground woke her up. She opened her eyes just in time to see Li Luo wearing a smug grin: “Li Luo, you’re awake?”
“First wipe the drool off your mouth; it looks terrible. I really don’t know what Qing Cang sees in you!”
With a disgusted expression, Li Luo said this while Shen Qingyou shot him an angry glare; after all, this was all because of him!
“Li Luo, I warn you, you better behave yourself from now on!”
Recalling how his unreasonable behavior had kept everyone up all night yesterday made Shen Qingyou grit her teeth in anger.
“Behave? Is it because I told Qing Cang about all your misdeeds?”
Not wanting to bring this up would have been fine, but mentioning it made Shen Qingyou wish she could crush him: “When did I ever pick my toes while watching TV? When did I ever drool and snore while sleeping?”
"Wow, I was just drooling and you ask me when?"
"Li Luo, you?"
"What, what, what? I'm hungry! Hurry up and get me breakfast!"
She knew it, she knew it. She was just like Mr. Nanguo; she shouldn't have sympathy for this wolf!
Just as Shen Qingyou was about to slap him dead, the door to the ward suddenly opened. Li Haoran walked in with a smile: "You kid, you've recovered your spirits so quickly. I warn you, if you dare to drink again, next time I'll make you stay in the hospital for ten to fifteen days!"
"Li Haoran, you're too heartless! How much kickback does your hospital give you?"
Li Haoran's laughter inexplicably brightened Shen Qingyou's mood. From what Li Haoran just said, did that mean Li Luo could be discharged today?
Li Haoran's nod confirmed Shen Qingyou's guess. Her heart leaped with joy. Forget about Li Luo; she hated the smell of disinfectant in this hospital, especially since it was the place that left her with painful memories. Every second spent here felt like torture.
"From now on, no more drinking! Did you hear me?"
Li Haoran suddenly stopped smiling and sternly warned Li Luo. Then he turned to Shen Qingyou: "Keep an eye on him and don't let him drink. His fainting was caused by an alcohol allergy!"
Seeing the doubt flickering in Shen Qingyou's eyes, Li Haoran added, "Can alcohol allergies cause fainting? This is the first time I've heard of it."
"Yes, respected cousin!"
Upon hearing that he could be discharged, Li Luo jumped off the bed like a child. "Woman, let's go home!"
Hearing his suggestive tone, Shen Qingyou's face flushed red. "Li Luo, what are you talking about?"
Li Haoran smiled at the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of amusement in his eyes. Last night’s crazy behavior from Li Luo made him realize a serious issue: Li Luo was probably in love with Shen Qingyou. But could he love her? Everything that Shen Qingyou experienced with Qing Cang was deeply etched in her heart. Could he surpass that love between them? Would his outcome be a futile effort? And could he bear it when that time came?
Li Haoran silently saw them out. "Wow, the air outside is still better. After staying in the hospital for these two days, I almost suffocated!"
Shen Qingyou shot him a glance. Was he about to suffocate? She was almost exhausted!
"Cousin, byb, if you have time, come play at my place!"
Sitting in the car, Li Luo blew a kiss to Li Haoran and then rolled up the window. "Woman, let's go!"
Shen Qingyou started the car and slowly drove out of the hospital gate, merging into the bustling traffic...
Inside Qing Family Mansion, Li Jiuyue knocked on Qing Cang's door. "Cang, are you awake?"
There was no response from inside. She pushed the door; it was unlocked. She walked in and found the room empty. The quilt was neatly folded on the bed. Huh? Didn't the butler say he came back very late last night? Did he go out again this early?
Just as Li Jiuyue was about to turn around, she suddenly noticed a drawing board placed by the window. When did he become interested in painting?
She reached for the drawing board and was just about to open it when Qing Cang's voice came from behind her. "Mom!" He walked over to her side, took the drawing board from her hands, and placed it back in its original spot.
"What are you drawing? Why so secretive?" A hint of awkwardness appeared on Li Jiuyue's face. Over the past six months, the gap between her and Qing Cang had grown deeper. Even now in Jiangcheng, despite being so close, he often went over a month without coming home. When he did return, it was always hurriedly. With Spring Festival approaching and him getting older, when would he settle down?
"Qing Cang, what are you doing up there? Come down quickly; I need to talk to you!"
Qing Guo Bo's excited voice echoed from downstairs, sounding as if there was an urgent matter. Qing Cang glanced at Li Jiuyue. "Mom, let's go!"
Then Qing Cang supported Li Jiuyue as they headed toward the stairs. Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door behind him, which only deepened Li Jiuyue's confusion...
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