Murong Xue then took a closer look at Zhao Shuyao, realizing Zhao Shuyao was not a caregiver. "Are you my sister-in-law's friend?"
Calling her sister-in-law repeatedly sounded so pleasant.
"I wish we had no relation. Also, I'd like to remind you, there are surveillance cameras here. If you dare to do anything to her, you'd better think it through."
Zhao Shuyao said coldly.
Murong Xue's expression changed slightly.
Anger flickered across her brow but vanished in an instant.
Murong Xue smiled faintly, "You've misunderstood. I really just came to see if my sister-in-law was better, not what you're thinking. Since that's the case, I'll come another day."
Murong Xue put down the flower and fruit baskets she was holding and cast one last glance at Jiang Shiyu on the hospital bed.
A hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
But she still turned and left.
As soon as Murong Xue stepped out, she ran into Murong Cheng.
"Brother..." Murong Xue flinched and dodged backward.
She dared not look into Murong Cheng's eyes.
"Aren't you just discharged from the hospital? What are you doing here?"
Murong Cheng frowned the moment he saw Murong Xue.
"I just heard that sister-in-law was in a car accident and was worried about her, so I came to see. Please don't misunderstand."
"I'm taking care of things here. You should focus on taking care of yourself."
Murong Cheng said indifferently, pushed open the door, and entered the ward.
The police officer who investigated the accident scene had called her.
The driver of the black car that fell off the overpass was a highly trained assassin.
It was definitely a premeditated murder.
But the assassin was smashed into a pulp, with no relatives or friends. Although the mobile devices were sent for repair and restoration, there were no clues at present.
Seeing Murong Cheng return, Zhao Shuyao gave him a brief instruction before leaving the ward with her laptop.
Having not slept all night, she returned to her hotel. When she woke up after a nap, it was already evening.
On the way to the hospital by taxi, Zhao Shuyao checked the surveillance footage from the time of the incident last night.
She watched the footage several times, back and forth, but found no leads.
At this moment, the taxi suddenly stopped.
It was on the road, as if forced to stop.
"Little girl, have you made enemies?" The taxi driver's voice trembled.
Zhao Shuyao then looked up and saw the man walking towards their location outside the car window.
It was Qin Yusheng.
He had a grim expression, stepping out of his Black Knight supercar.
It was night, and the streetlights cast shadows on his face, half-lit and half-dark.
In the lamplight, the man's features appeared exceptionally cold.
Zhao Shuyao shivered and was about to remind the driver to lock the doors.
Qin Yusheng had already reached her car door.
Then he directly pulled open the door, grabbed her hand, and forcibly dragged her out.
"Qin Yusheng! Let go! Let go of me!"
Zhao Shuyao yelled, but it was useless.
Her laptop fell to the ground from her arms and shattered with a crack.
Zhao Shuyao felt her heart break, "Qin Yusheng! You owe me my computer!"
The young girl cried like a torrent.
This was her first laptop, bought with savings accumulated over a long time.
She had used it for many, many years. Although it was an old model, bulky and thick, it held extraordinary significance for her.
"A broken computer! I'll compensate you with a hundred! Get in the car!" Qin Yusheng was furious.
She had disappeared for so many days without a word, and the old man was still in Haicheng. If she ran off and was discovered...
He would also bear joint responsibility!
"I don't care about your damn money, I only want this computer! You fix it for me!"
Zhao Shuyao clutched the broken computer tightly in her hands, tears falling one after another.
Qin Yusheng was agitated by Zhao Shuyao's crying, "Go back, I'll fix it for you."
"You can fix computers?" Zhao Shuyao stopped crying abruptly and looked straight at Qin Yusheng.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Qin Yusheng, who lived a life of luxury and had delicate skin, could fix computers? Who was he trying to fool?
"If I lie, I'm a dog," Qin Yusheng suppressed his anger, lowered his voice, and said through gritted teeth.
Zhao Shuyao sniffled and then obediently got into the car.
Back at the mansion, Qin Yusheng, with a dark expression, took the broken laptop from Zhao Shuyao's hands.
"Why keep such an ugly, broken computer?"
Qin Yusheng was unwilling to the core. Such an ugly computer, an old model from a long time ago, was beyond repair.
"What do you know? This is my purity, my memories. And people like you, who are devoid of emotion, simply wouldn't understand what this means."
"Meaning?" Qin Yusheng sneered but didn't continue his mockery.
He opened the toolbox, revealing a dazzling array of tools. He took out a screwdriver and completely disassembled the computer.
Seeing the computer parts and the motherboard laid out, Zhao Shuyao almost burst into tears.
Although she didn't believe this man could fix computers from the bottom of her heart, she still wanted to see what tricks he could pull.
She watched as Qin Yusheng carefully placed all the parts, then took a new computer casing, and reassembled the parts piece by piece. He replaced some of the broken components with new ones. Although she couldn't tell if they were genuine, Qin Yusheng's actions were skillful and seemed authentic.
Zhao Shuyao leaned over to watch. As she watched, she suddenly noticed the man's hands, which were as beautiful as fine jade.
Then she looked at her own hands, which looked like those of an old woman.
For a moment, she didn't know who the girl was.
A man's hands, yet so well-maintained.
Fair skin enveloped well-defined bones, like a piece of art.
The urge to sleep crept up from her stomach, and Zhao Shuyao leaned on the coffee table, dozing off.
Hearing the faint snoring.
Qin Yusheng glanced at Zhao Shuyao beside him.
He found that the little woman had already fallen asleep.
Crystal-clear liquid was flowing from her mouth.
Qin Yusheng extended an index finger and slid it across her lips.
It was sticky.
It was drool...
"Hehe... handsome guy..." Zhao Shuyao mumbled in her sleep.
Handsome guy?
Qin Yusheng was so angry he almost laughed. Even in her dreams, she couldn't forget handsome guys. Truly worthy of her, how many handsome guys had she seen abroad all these years?
Thinking of this, a nameless rage spread through his heart.
He screwed in the last screw and deliberately placed the computer on the coffee table with a loud noise.
The metal casing collided with the glass coffee table, not making a huge sound, but it was very jarring.
Zhao Shuyao suddenly woke up, "Earthquake? Earthquake!"
Without even opening her eyes, she was about to run out.
But in her daze, she saw the man in front of her.
She realized the man was staring at her with a grim expression.
No earthquake, it scared her to death!
Zhao Shuyao patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
Then she noticed the computer that had been repaired in front of her.