The President's Little Wildcat (21)

Qin Mohan's gaze was somewhat unfocused after finishing the documents.

Not long ago, as he sat in the car with her in his arms, he had happily thought:

This little pet is so soft and well-behaved, and she smells good too.

When I hold her, my irritation just disappears.

Just that short time in the car, I almost fell asleep, and I secretly planned to take good care of her from now on.

He never expected…

The scene from the hospital room flashed through Qin Mohan's mind, and a hint of ruthlessness flickered in his eyes.

As if disgusted, he threw the documents into Lin Shen's arms and turned to walk down the corridor.

"She's just a cute little pet, nothing more."

Since she already had an owner, then so be it.

Behind him, Lin Shen stood frozen, clutching the documents, then felt a wave of relief.

As expected of his President, he knew when to pick up and when to let go.

He had thought the President treasured her so much, even being careful not to wake Su Qiao when he got out of the car.

Then, he urgently tasked his subordinates with investigating Su Qiao's background.

He'd really thought the President genuinely cared for that little girl, Su Qiao.

Turns out it was just a whim, wanting to keep a little pet.

Lin Shen relaxed, wiped away a non-existent sweat, and followed him, feeling much lighter.

Ahead, Qin Mohan had just opened the door a crack when he heard an annoying voice, and his steps involuntarily halted.

"President?"

Lin Shen, who was right behind him, didn't know why and called out softly.

Qin Mohan turned and shot him a glance, telling him to shut up.

Because it was a VIP ward, not many people stayed there, and this floor was relatively quiet, with no one in the corridor.

At the window at the end of the hall, a handsome man stood with his back to the corridor, talking on the phone.

"Xiao Yu, you did this to Su Qiao?"

Qin Yu stared coldly out the window, speaking in an irritated tone.

"That's right, I did it."

Hearing the anger in his voice, Guo Xiaoyu, on the other end of the phone, was equally upset.

Her beautiful face was filled with resentment.

She didn't try to hide it, directly admitting it was her doing.

"Do you even know what you're doing? Do you know that what you did will affect my plans?"

Qin Yu was genuinely angry this time.

It was a crucial moment; he was set to marry Su Qiao next month, but something like this had to happen now.

"What plan? She didn't die, did she?"

"Losing a leg, isn't that perfect? Becoming a cripple, won't that make it easier for you to control Su Qiao?"

Guo Xiaoyu couldn't stand how he always spoke to that woman so softly, coaxing her gently.

An orphan with no parents or backing—did he really need to be so careful to please her?

He had said she was just a shield, just for the shares in Su Qiao's hands.

But Qin Yu was more attentive and considerate than a typical boyfriend.

Time and again, he canceled their dates for that foolish woman.

Sometimes she truly wondered if Qin Yu had actually fallen in love with that foolish woman.

Hearing the anger in Guo Xiaoyu's words, Qin Yu's expression paused, then softened.

He rubbed his forehead with a hint of helplessness: "Forget it, let's stop here. Remember to cover your tracks clean."

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

Guo Xiaoyu knew when to quit while she was ahead.

Moreover, since Qin Yu wasn't blaming her anymore, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise in a smug smile.

That woman lost a leg, and A Yu just said a few words to her and then didn't care. This showed that A Yu didn't like that woman at all.

That woman wouldn't even be able to stand anymore; wasn't she free to play with her however she wanted?

Thinking this, Guo Xiaoyu felt incredibly pleased.

The anger that had been simmering in her chest ever since she learned Qin Yu and Su Qiao were getting married next month finally dissipated.

Qin Yu had a headache over her impulsiveness.