Qin Yu hurriedly stopped her and said with a headache, "Mom, stop talking nonsense. Qiaoqiao is the only woman I've ever loved in my life. Can you stop doing this all the time? You know this puts me in a difficult position, right?"
"A Yu..."
Mother Qin still wanted to say something, but Qin Yu had already resorted to both coaxing and force as he pushed her toward the door.
"Mom, please, just go home for now."
Outside the door, Lin Shen saw the CEO come out and quickly snapped back to his senses before following him.
When the CEO had asked him to investigate Su Qiao's identity, even he had been given a huge shock when the results came back.
He never expected Su Qiao to be that guy Qin Yu's fiancée.
This was troublesome.
Why had his CEO taken a fancy to her of all people...
In the stairwell, Lin Shen handed over the documents in his hand. "CEO, these are Miss Su's general details. The men downstairs are still investigating the specifics."
"Throw them away." Qin Mohan pulled a cigarette case from his pocket with a cold expression, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
"Huh?" Lin Shen froze for a moment.
Hadn't the CEO told him to gather information on Su Qiao as quickly as possible?
Why didn't he want it now?
Could it be that he had been upset in the hospital room just now?
Or was he... jealous?
Ahem, it had taken his CEO so long to finally take a fancy to someone. As his subordinate, he had to help out somehow.
Of course, Lin Shen absolutely wasn't doing this because quite a few people outside secretly spread rumors that he and the CEO had that kind of relationship.
"Ahem."
Lin Shen coughed lightly twice and reminded him, "CEO, Miss Su's parents are both dead, and her days in the Qin family don't seem to be going very well."
Qin Mohan's expression paused. He tapped the ash from his cigarette and held out his hand. "Give them to me."
Lin Shen hurriedly handed them over.
When he saw the words "Qin Yu's fiancée" in the documents, the slight easing in Qin Mohan's expression turned gloomy again.
His face was difficult to make out through the swirling smoke.
But Lin Shen knew that Qin Mohan's expression had to be unpleasant at that moment.
After all, who would have thought that the person he had finally taken a fancy to would turn out to be the fiancée of someone he didn't get along with?
Not his girlfriend, but his fiancée—and not just any fiancée, but one who was going to get married and hold a wedding next month.
Lin Shen felt that this whole thing was seriously bizarre.
He had no idea what the CEO was thinking.
If the CEO had really taken a fancy to her, he would have to come up with some way to help.
Lin Shen looked like he wanted to speak but hesitated. "CEO, well..."
Clutching the documents in his hand, Qin Mohan felt a surge of irritability rising inside him. At the sound of Lin Shen's voice, he turned and swept him a sharp, fierce glance.
"No, it's nothing." Lin Shen swallowed and didn't dare ask anymore.
The hospital room fell quiet. Qin Yu sighed and began comforting Su Qiao as he usually did.
"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry. My mom didn't mean it. She was just saying things. Don't take it to heart."
Su Qiao thought: Yeah, I won't take the words of a dead woman to heart.
"Rest assured. Whether she agrees or not, I'll still be with you. You'll be my wife. Besides you, I won't have anyone else."
Qin Yu said it with absolute conviction. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought he loved Su Qiao deeply.
Su Qiao couldn't be bothered to deal with him. She lowered her head, her face expressionless.
Hmph. He didn't want anyone else—wasn't it just because no one else was as easy to control as she was?
Rest assured, she would return to the Qin family.
Otherwise, how could she justify the patience she had shown today?
Qin Yu rambled on with words of comfort while considerately peeling an apple.
Su Qiao, meanwhile, lay impatiently against the headboard.
So annoying. Why hasn't this bastard left yet?
Su Qiao's hands began to itch. "Little Four, can't I just strangle him to death?"
No. 444 felt utterly aggrieved.
Help!
What should I do when my host wants to kill someone at the slightest disagreement?
Under the covers, Su Qiao loosened her hand, clenched it, then loosened it again. "Then can I poison him to death?"
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