She raised her hand towards Yun Qing, wanting to slap him.

But Qi Yan caught him in time. She turned around and looked at her son in surprise and confusion.

Qi Yan slowly moved to Yun Qing's side and said softly: "This is a matter between me and Qing Qing. Please let us resolve it ourselves."

Qi Suihe explained: "Ayan, you can't get divorced at this time, you know."

Qi Yan turned his head and looked at Yun Qing's pale face, and said indifferently: "I will handle it myself."

Qi Suihe didn't want to and didn't dare to get angry with Qi Yan, so he had to go to Yun Qing and said angrily: "Yun Qing, let me tell you, your family took away 100 million from me. Even if you go against this 100 million, you are not qualified to raise it."

Divorce. Unless our family does not want you."

Yun Qing stepped forward, not afraid at all, and said coldly: "Dr. Qi, this is it."

Qi Suihe interrupted ruthlessly, humiliating every word: "Yun Qing, if it hadn't been for me in the past two years, you would have been ruined by those old men long ago. You said you want to repay the 100 million? What do you want to repay? Sell it out.

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"That's enough," Qi Yan's face turned livid, and he ordered Qi Suihe to evict him. "If you have nothing to do, you can leave first."

Qi Suihe cut out Yun Qing and gave a final warning: "You'd better stop thinking about divorce and don't give me any evil thoughts."

Qi Yan angrily yelled, "I've said enough."

Qi Suihe's eyes moved slightly, as if she was a little hurt by her son. But she was experienced in the battlefield and skillfully covered it up, and her eyes pierced Yun Qing and got into the car.

Waiting for the car to slowly drive out of their sight, Yun Qing walked to the side, opened the distance between the two, and said: "Don't think that I won't divorce just because you just said a few words to me."

Qi Yan had some difficulty standing because of the pain in his legs. He leaned to the side, leaned against the garden wall, and said kindly: "Can you go in first? My legs are very painful."

Yun Qing lowered his head and glanced unmoved, "You can go in by yourself. I'm leaving."

She turned around and left. Qi Yan stood up and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her forcefully and going inside, "I apologize to you on behalf of my mother."

Yun Qing's tone was stiff: "It's not necessary."

The two of them entered the house. Yun Qing helped him sit down on the sofa and was about to leave. Qi Yan stretched out his feet to block her way, lying on the sofa with his upper body, looking up with a faint smile, "Send Buddha to you.

Xi. Look at how dirty I am all over. Put down the bath water for me, and go to the pharmacy to buy me some anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine."

Yun Qing snorted coldly and said angrily: "Qi Yan, if you need a slave, ask Director Qi to buy one for you. Why spend 100 million to buy me and still occupy the title of Mrs. Qi."

Qi Yan raised his injured leg and knocked it on the coffee table, and said leisurely: "Girl, I really don't mean that. I really have leg pain and it's inconvenient for me."

He pulled up his trousers, revealing his calf which was simply bandaged with rag strips. The blood had dyed the white cloth strips bright red, which was burning and glaring.

Yun Qing didn't expect that he was injured so seriously. On the way back, Qi Yan leaned on the sofa and didn't speak. Now it seemed that he was weak due to excessive blood loss.

Seeing that he had just helped her, Yun Qing went to the bathroom to put the bath water first, and then went to the pharmacy outside to buy the medicines and bandages he needed. When she came back, Qi Yan had not come out of the bathroom yet.

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She went over and knocked on the door: "I bought the things and put them on the coffee table in the living room."

Qi Yan's voice came from inside: "Bring it in."

Yun Qing hesitated for a few seconds, then went downstairs to the living room to get the medicine, turned his back and put it in through the crack in the door, "I put it on the floor."

Qi Yan emphasized in a weak voice: "I want you to come in and help me apply the medicine."

Yun Qing heard something was wrong in his voice, but she didn't want to go in rashly, "You are taking a bath, how can I give you medicine?"

Qi Yan said: "I'm wearing a bath towel."

Yun Qing stood at the door and hesitated for a while, his figure swinging back and forth on the white glass door. Qi Yan was a little impatient in waiting, and his voice was groggy: "What are you talking about outside?"

Yun Qing then gently opened the door, and saw Qi Yan lying in the bathtub through the crack of the door, with his lower body wrapped in a bath towel. His head was leaning on the countertop, and under the goose-yellow light, there was dense sweat on his forehead, and his lips were chapped.

Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes, raised his legs and put them on the edge of the bathtub, "Hurry up."

She walked in and saw that the bath water was dyed light red with his blood. Yun Qing did not dare to raise her eyes to look at him, lowered her head and squatted down on the wet ground, and began to clean Qi Yan's wounds, disinfect them, reduce inflammation, and stop the bleeding.

Qi Yan watched her the whole time, with a vague sense of caution, wary that she would take the opportunity to pierce his heart with the scissors in her hand.

Her serious and quiet look was like a soft light supporting his cholera-stricken nerves, bringing unexpected comfort and joy. Her quiet eyes and Ningxin's elegant temperament seemed like a peach blossom garden in a troubled world, giving people peace and tranquility in the years.

of leisurely.

Yun Qing cut off the medical tape. At this time, the phone in her pocket rang. She took it out and connected it. Wang Xin's furious voice came: "Qingqing, Mr. Yu called and asked you to go to Baiyue Club to sign the contract tonight."

She didn't want to go, but she glanced at Qi Yan and agreed.

Wang Xin said happily: "At eight o'clock in the evening, remember not to be late."

Yun Qing: "Okay."

No need to ask, Yun Qing easily knew why Yu Zhiming wanted to meet at the Baiyue Club.

"Okay." She put away her phone, put away all her things and stood up.

Qi Yan raised his head and took a look, then asked curiously: "Are you leaving?"

"Um."

"Where to go?"

She was still angry, "It has nothing to do with you."

Qi Yan stretched out his hand and Yun Qing fell into the bathtub. The white shirt on her body was soaked, reflecting her beautiful chest line. She subconsciously reached out to cover her body, causing her body to lose support and fall directly in front of his moist and strong chest.

She held one hand beside her and looked up to see his smooth and handsome jawline with gurgling water, and his handsome eyebrows seemed to be reflected in the waves, showing off his hazy and sharp beauty.

Qi Yan's voice was hoarse, like a ray of high temperature burning on her skin, "What kind of contract do you need to go to the club to sign?"

Yun Qing said sternly: "Qi Yan, this is none of your business. If you don't divorce me, from now on, I will play with you too."

Qi Yan said happily: "You have quite a temper."

She held her body high and wanted to get up.

Qi Yan's generous palm clasped the back of her head, restraining her firmly.

His dark pupils were blazing in the morning light, and his lazy tone carried an irresistible intimidation, "Girl, I need you now. So, I won't let you go for the time being."

Yun Qing mocked: "You want me? What do you need me to do?"

Qi Yan gently rubbed the back of her head with his fingertips, and after thinking for a while, he said in a cynical tone: "You have also seen that I am still injured and need someone to take care of me."

"Qi Yan, I really want to strangle you to death." Yun Qing gritted her teeth, put her hands on both sides of the bathtub, and stood up angrily.

Qi Yan joked: "Murdering your own husband for a wild man. You are playing a bit fiercely."

Yun Qing glanced at him sadly. She turned around and walked to the door, hearing him say softly: "If a wild man bullies you at night, you can call me."

"No need." She slammed the door and left angrily.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, private rooms at Baiyue Club.

Yun Qing, who suddenly stopped attending social events two years ago, is now sitting next to the general manager of Shangrong Group. She puts one hand on Yu Zhiming's shoulder, crosses her legs, and sways gently. She is holding half a glass of wine in her hand.

The bright and clear almond eyes are soaked in drunkenness, showing the aura of wanting to welcome but rejecting.

The wine glass in her hand gently slammed the wine glass in Yu Zhiming's hand, and she said coquettishly: "Mr. Yu, I am so happy to drink with you. Is this contract supposed to be signed?"

Yu Zhiming's hands restlessly caressed her slender waist, his inner desires revealed in his shrewd eyes, he came closer and said: "Sign. Sign."

Yun Qing smiled sweetly, raised her head and drained the wine in her glass.

Yu Zhiming watched her finish the wine, and then raised the bottle to give it to her. Yun Qing stretched out her hand to cover the mouth of the cup, and before she was still awake, she took out the contract behind her and slapped it on the table, "Mr. Yu, look at me

I’ve drunk so much. This word.”

Yu Zhiming smiled and took the contract aside, then brushed away her hand pressing the mouth of the cup, and said with a smile: "No rush. No rush. Let's drink and be happy first."

Yun Qing refused to comply, picked up the cup, and put her arms on Zhiming's shoulders. Her beautiful and delicate facial features were soaked in alcohol, giving her a unique charm.

With the same anger as Qi Yan and Qi Suihe, she smiled brightly at Zhou Xuan, and her voice became much softer: "Mr. Yu, you lied to me. You lied to me to drink with you, and you also wanted to lie to me to sleep with you."

Yu Zhiming sneered and said: "Yun Qing, I didn't lie to you. Don't worry, I will definitely sign this tonight."

Yun Qing raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Yu Zhiming hugged her soft waist, his inner restlessness became more and more obvious, "How could I bear to lie to you, little darling."

She withdrew her hand, slammed the wine glass to the table, and said boldly: "Okay. I'll drink."

Yu Zhiming filled her glass again and served it to her personally, looking at her with a stern look on his face.

Yun Qing glanced at him and confirmed: "I drink it, and you sign it?"

"Sign." Yu Zhiming couldn't wait to bring the wine to Yun Qing's mouth and fed her to drink it.

He gave it too hastily, and Yun Qing choked. She pushed with both hands, but Yu Zhiming wouldn't let him stop, and kept pouring it into her mouth.

Yun Qing's face felt uncomfortable, nausea welled up in her heart, and the highly potent foreign wine quickly went down her throat. Her chest was burning like a volcano about to erupt.

Yun Qing couldn't swallow it, and a small amount of wine flowed out from the corner of her mouth, like transparent and moist jelly sticking to her lips.

Yu Zhiming couldn't hold it any longer, took away the wine glass, lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

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