The President's Little Wildcat (11)

When the two elders saw that Qin Yu was indeed a good person and very capable, they finally agreed to their daughter's wishes and arranged the marriage for her.

Who would have thought that their beloved daughter would meet such a tragic end?

Su Qiao's mind replayed the warm moments she shared with the two elders, and she felt a painful tightness in her chest, even her eyes stung.

She bit her lower lip, forcefully suppressing the grief and regret in her heart.

She would definitely avenge the two elders.

In her original world, her parents were killed by a mysterious person when she was five, and all the villagers were massacred. She hadn't been able to avenge them, so now she would first avenge the parents in this world.

Qin Mohan saw her pale face and how she was biting her lower lip fiercely. He frowned. "What? Does it hurt?"

A warm breath brushed her ear, and Su Qiao couldn't help but shrink her neck, quickly shaking her head.

Ignoring her strong smell of alcohol, Qin Mohan tightened the arm around her slightly, pulling her closer. He lowered his head slightly, trying to comfort someone for the first time. "The car's here. I'll take you to the hospital right away. Just bear with it for a bit, okay?"

"Okay."

Looking at the handsome face before her, Su Qiao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, it was night, and she usually didn't show much emotion. Only her ears were slightly flushed.

Qin Mohan's gaze lightly swept across her fair face, landing on her translucent, peach-blush ear tips, and he suddenly found it amusing.

Was she shy?

This little thing wasn't as composed as she seemed on the surface.

Afraid he would ask more questions, Su Qiao simply closed her eyes, pretending to rest.

Unfortunately, her pretense of calm only made Qin Mohan's lips curl into a smile.

Feeling the gaze that lingered on her face, Su Qiao felt a little annoyed, and her body stiffened slightly.

Who was this person anyway, staring at her like that? Was he expecting to see flowers bloom?

Ah Hong jumped out of the car, staring dumbfounded at the tall figure who had reached the front of the car, holding someone in his arms. He was stunned for a long time, unable to react.

Was that his President?

The President who hated any living thing getting too close?

Had the sun risen from the west?

Or was he dreaming?

"What are you spacing out for?"

Lin Shen bumped his shoulder, pushing him aside, then reached out and opened the passenger seat door. He looked at Qin Mohan. "President, how about we put her in the..."

...the passenger seat?

Before he could finish speaking, he saw his President directly get into the back seat with the person in his arms.

Not only that, but after sitting down, he didn't put the person down. Instead, he placed her directly on his long, strong legs.

"Bro, am I dreaming?"

Ah Hong, who had just slightly recovered, immediately dropped his jaw again.

His gaze was still fixed on the car, and his hand unconsciously patted Lin Shen's shoulder.

Lin Shen took a deep breath. "Pinch your own thigh, then you'll know if you're dreaming."

Qin Mohan saw the two still standing at the front of the car and gave them a cold glance.

Lin Shen quickly opened the driver's side door and climbed in.

"To City Hospital."

After speaking, Qin Mohan lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, then looked up and glanced at Lin Shen. "Faster."

"Yes."

Lin Shen knew his temper well and quickly started the car, but his gaze kept involuntarily drifting to the young woman in his President's arms via the rearview mirror.

His President was strange today. But how did this young woman seem even stranger?

She could lie comfortably in a stranger's arms, looking completely unperturbed.

Besides, the President's face, though handsome, was also terrifyingly cold.

Over the years, countless men and women had been scared away by his President's chilling demeanor.

Why did this young woman seem completely unaffected?