The President's Little Wildcat (35)

The wind was too strong, and many people were swept up by the tornado, receiving a harsh dressing-down.

This situation continued for a week...

"President, the caregiver just called and said Miss Su has returned to the Qin Family."

Lin Shen had just returned from an out-of-town branch office and hadn't even had a chance to rest. As soon as he received the news, he rushed over without delay to report.

Last time, he was demoted because he hadn't handled the President's affairs properly, so this time he had to be careful.

Qin Mohan sat behind his desk, continuing to look at documents, not even raising his head. His expression, however, had grown considerably gloomier.

"Cough, cough."

Lin Shen cleared his throat twice, his voice laced with worry as he said,

"Miss Su's leg injury isn't fully healed yet. Going back alone like this, won't she accidentally injure herself again and worsen her condition?"

He paused, then, seeing the President's hand, which was holding a pen, stop, he quickly continued,

"Madam Qin seems to dislike her very much and is always causing her trouble. I heard Mr. Qin doesn't think much of her either, and the Qin Family's servants often secretly mock and bully her."

Hmm, all of this is what I found out recently. I haven't wronged anyone from the Qin Family, so it's not lying to the President.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

Bang! Qin Mohan slammed his pen onto the desk, his eyes filled with annoyance. "Who let her go back?"

He had told her that he could help her with anything she wanted to do or have.

Yet, she had rejected him outright without even a moment's consideration.

She didn't have to go back, but she insisted on it.

Also, what was going on with that kid Nie Feng?

Her leg injury wasn't even healed yet, so why did he discharge her?

Lin Shen knew that even though the President said it didn't matter, he actually cared.

Didn't he previously say she was "just a somewhat cute little pet," and then turn around and protect her like a treasure?

Hitting himself in the face like that, I wonder if it hurts.

Lin Shen raised his hand to check the time. It was already five o'clock. Su Qiao should be on her way by now.

"President, Miss Su left a while ago. She should be arriving at the Qin Family soon. I wonder how she'll manage the stairs alone in a wheelchair…"

He had been to the Qin Family Old Manor a few times long ago. There were several steps leading into the main hall.

"Go back." Qin Mohan whirred as he stood up, his face dark. He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and left.

Lin Shen was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed. "President, back where?"

"Where do you think?" Qin Mohan gave him a cold sidelong glance and entered the private elevator.

"Understood." Lin Shen grinned inwardly and quickly followed him into the elevator.

At the same time, Su Qiao's status in the President's heart gained a few more points.

One must know that the President hadn't set foot in the Qin Family's main residence for two years.

Ever since the Old Master died two years ago, he hadn't stepped inside once.

Now, because of Su Qiao, he was re-entering the place, which showed how important Su Qiao was to him.

All in all, his President had a good chance of getting out of the single life.

And more importantly, the people in the company would finally stop staring at his ass all day long.

Damn it, every single one of them, I don't know what they're thinking all day.

Even if he really wanted to sell himself, it would depend on whether the President even wanted him, right?

*

Su Qiao had been in the hospital for ten days, and her injuries were mostly healed.

Aside from a slight pain in her ankle, everything else was perfectly fine.

Of course, to keep up appearances, she hadn't let the doctor remove the cast on her right ankle, so she returned to the Qin Family in a wheelchair.

As luck would have it, just as she got out of the car, she ran into Mother Qin, Guo Xiaoyu, and Qin Yu at the entrance of the Qin Family hall.

Guo Xiaoyu had fair skin and a slender build, with a delicate and graceful small face.

Her eyes conveyed innocence, and she was well-behaved and sweet-tongued.

She looked like a pure, harmless little rabbit.