The assistant Zhou Chuan, who had just entered with gifts, was secretly surprised. Normally, the young master wouldn’t speak more than a few words even during an entire shareholders’ meeting, so why was he so talkative today?
“Mr. Xie, what are you saying! If we’re talking about seniority, you’re also Qingqing’s elder. How could an elder specially visit a junior?”
Qin Meng was confused by Xie Qing Ci’s words, not understanding his true intentions, and immediately grew somewhat nervous.
Turning to Yu Qing on the hospital bed, she said: “Qingqing, this is Mr. Xie, Yunzheng’s second uncle.”
Yu Qing had been sitting obediently on the bed listening to their conversation. Now being addressed by Qin Meng, she looked at the man and softly greeted him: “Hello, Second Uncle Xie.”
The young girl’s deer-like eyes gazed at him with a mixture of shyness and timidity, exceptionally captivating.
Though it was just an ordinary greeting, Xie Qing Ci felt that coming from her lips, it carried a thousand charms that stirred one’s heartstrings.
When Xie Qing Ci didn’t respond, Yu Qing grew curious and secretly glanced at him a few times.
The man sat upright in the chair with a straight posture, yet inexplicably exuded an air of lazy ease.
The Buddhist beads on his left wrist had been removed, and his slender, elegant fingers lightly twirled them.
After a long moment, the man politely nodded, his thin lips parting: “Miss Yu.”
His voice was cool and deep, polite yet distant.
Worried that Qingqing might say something wrong and offend Xie Qing Ci, Qin Meng took over the conversation and began making small talk.
Xie Qing Ci wasn’t a man of many words to begin with, and with just a few exchanges, he understood the Yu family’s attitude toward the marriage arrangement.
The man stood up to take his leave, and Qin Meng politely saw him to the door.
Xie Qing Ci turned back at the doorway and whispered a few words to the following Qin Meng before turning and leaving.
Qin Meng returned to the hospital room.
“Mom, what did Mr. Xie say to you?”
Yu Qing had heard them talking at the door but couldn’t make out what was said clearly.
“Nothing important, he just said you should rest well and recover. Mom is going to ask the doctor when you can be discharged from the hospital.”
[Little Milk Candy, what did they say?]
[Host, the Emperor Lord hinted to your mother that your family should propose calling off the engagement. The Lord is so considerate!]
[Why praise him for being good?]
[You don’t understand! If a girl gets her engagement called off, it could damage her reputation! The Lord must have considered this, which is why he hinted to your mother that your family should be the one to propose ending the engagement.]
So that’s how it was?
When he was still the Emperor Lord, although he treated her well too, he was never this thoughtful.
Now, even though he remains cool and noble, he feels much more vivid to her.
Another week passed.
Yu Qing was finally discharged from the hospital at her own strong insistence.
During her week in the hospital, Yu’s Father and Mother Yu had very efficiently negotiated the cancellation of the engagement with the Xie family.
On the day of the discussion, Xie Qingzheng made a rare appearance, his attitude extremely sincere and humble, repeatedly expressing that it was his son who wasn’t fortunate enough to marry Yu Qing.
Xie Qing Ci also generously granted several projects to the Yu family as a gesture of sincerity and apology.
Yu Song and Qin Meng hadn’t expected the matter to be resolved so smoothly, and there was even an unexpected surprise!
Those were the Xie family’s projects! Collaborations that countless people would fight tooth and nail to obtain, yet Xie Qing Ci had so generously handed them directly to the Yu family.
On the day of Yu Qing’s discharge from the hospital, the family had prepared a banquet early.
First, to welcome Yu Qing home from the hospital, and second, to properly welcome Bai Jiao Jiao home as well.
Yu Song had recently secured several major projects and was extremely busy, but he still made time to return home for a family dinner.
At the dining table, the family was unusually harmonious in their conversation.
Yu Qing raised her glass of juice and smiled at Bai Jiao Jiao, saying, “Sister Jiao Jiao, I was immature before. I apologize to you.”
Bai Jiao Jiao, whose straightforward personality was the complete opposite of her delicate name, had matured early after her experiences with the Bai family. She held no grudge against this sister who, though somewhat spoiled, had no ill intentions.
“Dear Qingqing, there’s no need to dwell on it. From now on, we are as close as real sisters.”
Beside them, Yu’s Father and Mother Yu watched this scene with relief, finally feeling at ease.
That night.
Yu Qing lay comfortably on her princess bed, discussing her next plans with Little Milk Candy.
【Little Milk Candy, how can I get close to the Emperor Lord?】
Truth be told, Xiao A Li still felt a sense of fear whenever she saw the Emperor Lord.
It was probably a lingering feeling from her past in the celestial palace…
Even though she knew it was a mission, and she genuinely wanted to approach him, she was still a little scared, wuwu…
o(╥﹏╥)o
【Host, I can tell you His Lordship’s schedule. Why not arrange a chance encounter?】
【Then check his recent schedule for me~】
【Host! There’s one tomorrow night! Tomorrow evening, the Emperor Lord will attend an auction at the ‘Sheng’ club.】
Yu Qing hurried to ask Yu’s Father for help in obtaining an invitation.
Yu’s Father thought that since his daughter had just called off her engagement and had now recovered her health, it was time for her to socialize more.
Not only did he immediately get an invitation for Yu Qing, but he also gave her a supplementary card to buy whatever she liked.
Auction venue.
Yu Qing wore a little black dress, her long, slightly curled hair cascading down her back. Delicate jade-like ankles were adorned with a pair of silver-white high heels.
The original body was already beautiful, but after Yu Qing inhabited it, her appearance had subtly adjusted, incorporating some of her own features.
Thus, the current Yu Qing combined the original’s radiant charm with her own youthful innocence.
It was an utterly lethal combination.
Pure yet alluring.
After entering with her invitation, Yu Qing went to the first-floor hall to find her seat.
The auction house had three floors: the first floor was the main hall, the second floor had more upscale private rooms, and the third floor had only one room—the VIP lounge.
It was well-known in their circles that only Xie Qing Ci could access the third floor.
There was still some time before the auction began, and the guests, all from the upper-middle class, were not idle. The air was filled with the scent of perfume and the clinking of glasses.
Unfamiliar with such occasions, Yu Qing prepared to take her seat.
Just then, a man in a black suit approached her and said respectfully, “Miss Yu, my employer invites you upstairs for a chat.”
Yu Qing recognized him as the assistant who had been with Xie Qing Ci that day but feigned ignorance, asking, “And who might your employer be?”
“You will know when you see him, Miss Yu.”
Yu Qing casually glanced toward the third-floor window. The one-way glass made it impossible to see through the dark pane.
Yet she could clearly feel a gaze coming from that direction.
“Miss Yu.”
The man in black bowed, inviting her. Without further questions, Yu Qing turned and headed toward the elevator.
Zhou Chuan followed her into the elevator, scanned his fingerprint, and pressed the button for the third floor.
Only upon reaching the third floor did Yu Qing realize this place was like a completely different world compared to the floors below. A single slab of flooring isolated the noise from downstairs, making this space feel even more serene—a perfect match for that person’s temperament.
The two approached the door, and Zhou Chuan stepped forward to knock lightly twice. “Sir, Miss Yu has arrived.”
Without waiting for a response, he directly pushed the door open and said to Yu Qing, “Miss Yu, please.”
Clearly, someone had instructed in advance that she should enter directly upon arrival—otherwise, Zhou Chuan wouldn’t have dared to open Xie Qing Ci’s door even with ten times the courage!