The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (19)

Qin Yu quickly stopped her, saying with a bit of a headache, "Mom, please stop talking nonsense. Qiao Qiao is the only woman I'll ever love in my life. Can you please stop being like this? It puts me in a very difficult position, you know?"

"A Yu…"

Mother Qin still wanted to say something, but Qin Yu was already using both soft and hard tactics to push her out the door.

"Mom, please, just go home for now."

Outside the door, Lin Shen snapped out of his daze when he saw President come out and quickly followed him.

When President had asked him to investigate Su Qiao's background, even he had been greatly surprised by what he found.

He never expected Su Qiao to be Qin Yu's fiancée.

This was troublesome.

Why had his President taken a liking to…

In the stairwell, Lin Shen handed over the documents: "President, this is a general overview of Miss Su's information. The specific details are still being investigated by the brothers downstairs."

"Throw it away." Qin Mohan's face was cold as he pulled out a cigarette pack from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Huh?" Lin Shen was momentarily stunned.

Hadn't President told him to gather Su Qiao's information as quickly as possible?

Why didn't he want it now?

Was it because he was upset after what happened in the ward?

Or was it… jealousy?

Cough, cough, his President finally took a liking to someone, so as his subordinate, he had to help out in some way.

Of course, Lin Shen was definitely not helping because many people outside were secretly spreading rumors that he and President were that kind of relationship.

"Cough, cough."

Lin Shen cleared his throat twice, reminding him, "President, Miss Su's parents are both deceased, and it seems her life in the Qin Family hasn't been easy."

Qin Mohan's expression paused. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and extended his hand: "Give it to me."

Lin Shen quickly handed it over.

Upon seeing the words "Qin Yu's fiancée" written on the document, Qin Mohan's expression, which had just softened slightly, turned gloomy again.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his face was hard to make out.

But Lin Shen knew that Qin Mohan's expression at this moment must not be good.

After all, who would have thought that the person he finally took a liking to was actually the fiancée of someone he didn't get along with?

Not a girlfriend, but a fiancée, and a fiancée who was getting married next month.

Lin Shen felt that this whole thing was truly a bit messed up.

He wondered what President was truly thinking.

If President really had feelings for her, he would have to find a way to make it work.

Lin Shen looked like he wanted to say something but held back: "President, that…"

Clutching the document in his hand, a surge of irritation rose within Qin Mohan. Hearing Lin Shen, he turned and gave him a sharp glare.

"No, nothing." Lin Shen swallowed, not daring to ask further.

The ward quieted down. Qin Yu sighed and began to comfort Su Qiao as usual.

"Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry. My mom didn't mean it. She just said it. Don't take it to heart."

Su Qiao: Hmm, I won't take the words of a dead person to heart.

"Don't worry, whether she agrees or not, I will be with you. You are the only woman I want as my wife, no one else."

Qin Yu's words were as firm as could be. Someone who didn't know might think he loved Su Qiao very much.

Su Qiao couldn't be bothered with him. She lowered her head, expressionless.

Hmph, no one else, but isn't it just that no one else is as easy to manipulate as her?

Don't worry, I will return to the Qin Family.

Otherwise, how could I justify my endurance today?

Qin Yu babbled on with comforting words, thoughtfully peeling an apple.

Meanwhile, Su Qiao lay impatiently askew on the bed.

So annoying, why hasn't this dog-thing left yet?

Su Qiao's hands were itching: "Little Four, can I really not just strangle him?"

[Cannot.]

444's heart felt so cramped.

Help!

What do I do when the Host wants to kill someone at the drop of a hat?

Su Qiao's hand in the quilt loosened and tightened, then tightened and loosened: "Then can I poison him?"