Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Although the strong electric shock caused Yi Qingju to pass out, she regained consciousness quickly.

She woke up even before Qi Weiran could walk out of Building No. 18.

"Sir."

Leaning against Qi Weiran's chest, Yi Qingju was stunned when she saw his face.

She wondered why she smelled a fragrance, turns out it wasn't Wan Sui.

Seeing that she had awakened and was looking at him as if nothing had happened, Qi Weiran knitted his brows, a hint of worry flashing in his amber eyes: "How are you feeling?"

Yi Qingju's eyes flickered: "I'm fine, Sir."

Qi Weiran looked at her, his lips pressed into a line.

This wasn't the first time she had fainted suddenly. Previously, when he caught her having dinner with Yu Du—

Hmph, let's not dwell on that unpleasant topic.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

That detestable Yu Du.

Just to be safe, Qi Weiran directly summoned Feng Yisheng to examine Yi Qingju.

Yi Qingju had no idea what Building No. 18 was used for, but the third floor surprisingly had a fully equipped medical examination room.

"Sir, I think I heard gunshots... Did you... take care of that person...?"

[Did you kill him?]

She was steadily placed on the bed by the man, and curiously asked.

Qi Weiran sat down beside her, enlightening her: "Killing is against the law."

Yi Qingju: "..."

[You know, this kind of CEO has no market in the world of novels.]

[Have you heard of burial novels?]

Although she made that sarcastic remark, in reality, Yi Qingju could do nothing but blink her bright, lamp-like eyes and say: "Sir, you're so remarkable, you even know the law."

Never mind, this was just her character setting - being a bit foolish.

Qi Weiran: "..."

How should he respond to that?

"That gunshot was just to scare him. The man has been handed over to the police and sent to prison."

As he spoke, fearing that the woman before him had read too many novels, he added: "Killing is against the law, and you'll be held criminally responsible."

Yi Qingju nodded: "I understand."

[Is he expecting me to praise him again?]

"You're truly remarkable," she repeated.

Feng Yisheng, who had been brought here directly from home in his cotton slippers: "..."

"Ahem." He cleared his throat.

Yi Qingju's condition was indeed quite unusual, and since Feng Yisheng had never dealt with it before, he prescribed her some herbal medicines for Qi Weiran to take back and use to regulate her body.

After seriously listening to the precautions and dietary restrictions, Feng Yisheng finally sent them off, even giving a large red envelope (electronic transfer).

On the other side, Yi Qingju had already gotten out of bed and was searching for something.

When Qi Weiran returned and saw this, he took a turtle out of his suit pocket and handed it to her: "Is this what you're looking for?"

The person and the turtle gazed at each other, both with teary eyes.

"Thank you, Sir."

[This is a family heirloom I'm leaving for my descendants. I can't lose it.]

Her level of concern made Qi Weiran wonder if she had stuffed her bank card into the turtle's shell.

"Sir, I want to go back to the office. I'm fine now, anyway."

Qi Weiran's first reaction was to refuse, but then he thought about it - Second Senior Brother had just started, and many matters would require Yi Qingju, the boss, to handle them in person. Seeing her resolute attitude, he nodded: "The driver will be waiting for you outside when you get off work."

That's right, I'm the driver.

Yi Qingju nodded: "Okay, Sir."

[Alright, I've been paid to embarrass myself. Time to go back and make money to shift the focus.]

Qi Weiran lowered his head, sending messages to arrange for the procurement of the various ingredients needed to brew the herbal medicine.

...

Once in the elevator, Yi Qingju finally bombarded her with questions: [Little Qiqi, was I really just bloated from overeating? How could such a bizarre symptom be diagnosed?]

Little Qiqi put aside what she originally wanted to say and answered her: [That was my doing. After all, I had to come up with a reason for the host's sudden fainting.]

Yi Qingju: [...So it was you, you little brat.]

Little Qiqi's tone barely concealed her excitement: [That's not important! Host, do you know? I just learned some big news. That human trafficker, the body-transmigrator, he's not a soul-transmigrator! He came here in physical form from a world two hundred years in the future! And Qi Weiran sent him to prison, so higher-ups have decided that we've obtained this person's head!]

Yi Qingju was expressionless: [Wow, what a big surprise.]

[So not only do I have to deal with soul-transmigrating enemies, but future physical transmigrators too?]

Little Qiqi: [...]

Putting it that way, she couldn't get excited anymore.

The two of them walked to the entrance of Yi Qingju's office.

Just as she was about to push open the door, she suddenly remembered something.

[Oh crap! I had an appointment with Zhou Yi today!!]

Sure enough, as soon as she entered, she was met with a pair of murderous, fiery phoenix eyes that had clearly been waiting impatiently for her!

Yi Qingju was about to kneel down: "My lady, this slave has arrived late—"

Zhou Yi's killing intent was frozen in her eyes.

Who was this clown?

After a moment's hesitation, she frowned and asked: "So, did the photoshoot for Qi Weiran's godly pretty boy to elderly man portfolio go well in the end?"