Chapter 12
Gangster, Sister Qiao
“It was last summer. That day it was raining, we met on a path lined by Chinese parasol trees. You were in a car and when you passed by a pool of water, the water splattered all over me, since I was walking by the road. I went up, wanting to argue with you. I guess that was the beginning of it all. It was how we got to know each other.”
Wen Qiao kept her fingers crossed. Toward the end, she lowered her eyelids. I’m sorry, my imagination is a little limited, and can only think of a story like this. I hope that Young Master Fu won’t despise it.
The man let out a soft laugh and pinched her face. “I got it. Let’s go out.”
Wen Qiao tugged at his big hand. “We were keeping our relationship in secret, but they’ve found out about it now. I think that the people around you won’t believe that we’re in a relationship and they’ll definitely object to us being together. So…”
“So?”
“So can you please only believe me?” She looked at Fu Nanli anxiously. The man inclined forward slightly, pressing his elbow on the wall next to her. The collar of his robe was opened up slightly and his scent suddenly enveloped her. There was invasiveness barely concealed in his eyes, and Wen Qiao tried hard to look straight into his face.
Then he grabbed her hand, turned, and said in a deep, clear, and pleasant-sounding voice—
“Alright, I’ll only believe you.”
As Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief, she felt a little guilty at the same time. After all, she was the one who had lied to him.
She’d work hard to find another way to survive. When the time came, she’d be able to tell the truth and leave him. She only hoped that she’d be able to find another way before everything turned bad.
After leaving the washroom, Zheng Peidong signed the test slip. The other two members of the Aviation Administration’s senior management also penned their signatures.
Xu Shen said, “The hospital will issue a detailed body checkup report. I’ll submit it to the Aviation Administration when it’s ready.”
Zheng Peidong and the others said, “Captain Fu, sorry to trouble you. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Fu Nanli nodded and the group left.
Meanwhile, Xu Shen and Zhao Yuan still stood by the bed and Fu Nanli looked at them coldly. “Is there anything else?”
His intention of sending off the guests was very clear.
The two of them quickly said, “No, not at all. We’ll be leaving right away.”
The two of them left the ward anxiously, heaving a sigh of relief. Xu Shen looked back and took a glance. “That young lady looks a little young.”
Zhao Yuan said, “But she’s really very beautiful, even more so than our Dongchuan Airline’s number one beauty, He Qian.”
“En, she’s already so pretty without dolling up. It’d be a lot more amazing if she were to dress up.”
In the ward, Fu Nanli was a little cold due to having showered in cold water under such a low-temperature environment. Wen Qiao poured him a glass of hot water. “Why don’t you take a rest for a while?”
“En.”
“Mm, let me say this first. I’ll leave after you fall asleep and I might not come tomorrow. I have to submit my university applications.”
The man replied in a magnetic voice, “Got it.”
In her previous life, she didn’t go on the day to submit the applications. It was because she had been brainwashed by Xu Lu and felt that pride was the most important thing, and that she must rely on her own hands to bring her family out of poverty.
Thinking back on it, she had been really foolish.
This time, she wouldn’t waste her second chance.
…
When she arrived home, she met Wen Chi and Wen Mo coming back from school.
Her younger twin brothers were 15 years old this year, in their second year of middle school. Although they were only 15, their height was close to 1.8 meters. Moreover, both of them were extremely handsome.
Wen Mo had the look of a clean youth, his gaze was innocent and warm.
On the other hand, Wen Chi had distinct features, but his grayish-blue and uninhibited hairstyle looked too much of an eyesore.
Although Wen Mo had autism, he was a top student in Nine Middle School. He would always be the top student in the grade every time.
On the other hand, Wen Chi was a school bully in Nine Middle School and had lousy grades. If there was someone fighting, the likelihood that he was involved was second to none. Right now, he had an ice-cream in his mouth and was holding onto his bag in a slovenly manner. There were a few of his underlings with different-colored hair behind him as they urged, “Brother Wen, be quick. There won’t be any computers left if we were to go late.”
Wen Chi unbuttoned his school uniforms while entering his room. “I’ll come right away after changing my clothes.”
People in middle school uniform wouldn’t be allowed into the cyber cafe.
After changing into a white T-shirt, Wen Chi ran out. Wen Qiao picked up a rod and leaned against the door frame as she eyed him casually.
“Stop right there.”