My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 25

The end of this farce concluded with Huiye Group leaving with their own daughter.

From the moment Qi Weiran defended Yi Qingju, everyone's expressions at the scene were as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sir, thank you for helping me."

Yi Qingju sincerely thanked him this time.

No matter what, hitting someone was indeed her fault.

Qi Weiran, of course, wouldn't say something like 'you're welcome.'

He just nodded, his gaze sliding from her slightly round cat-like eyes, then said, "Let's settle it privately next time."

Yi Qingju: ?

[How do we settle this privately? Have someone beat her up, then I beat her up?]

Qi Weiran thought to himself that he was clever. That was what he meant.

Because of this little incident, Yi Qingju was surprised to find that no one was bothering Qi Weiran anymore, everyone just raised their glasses and left.

This made Yi Qingju 'stick' to Qi Weiran's side, unable to move a step.

Until she smiled on the side until the corners of her mouth were stiff, Qi Weiran actually took her to the dessert area that she had been eyeing from the beginning.

!!

[If I remember correctly, besides his conditions, the only characteristic that matches the title of 'domineering president' is that he doesn't like sweets.]

Qi Weiran: "..."

He felt that Yi Qingju was very suitable to host a large-scale popular science program on TV, called—

"Getting Closer to Qi Weiran"

It was also unclear whether it was a coincidence, but the dessert Qi Weiran casually picked up happened to be the tiramisu that Yi Qingju wanted to eat.

Seeing that tempting cake, he subconsciously frowned, as if he had picked it up by mistake, but it was not good to put it back, so he coldly handed it to Yi Qingju.

"Sir, don't you want to eat it?" Yi Qingju stared at the tiramisu, with her mouth almost watering.

Qi Weiran nodded indifferently, "Yes."

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[Wow, what a lucky day it is today, I'm so lucky too]

Looking at the girl who smiled for a small pastry under the transparent lights, Qi Weiran subtly curled his lips.

Today was the first day of the broadcast of the popular science program "Getting Closer to Qi Weiran."

Wan Sui, who took the interaction between the two into his eyes, would have had his eyes bulging if he wasn't wearing glasses.

It was originally a business cocktail party to network, and Qi Weiran, who wanted to meet new people, naturally wouldn't stay here for too long.

Sitting face to face in the car, Qi Weiran loosened his tie, the heater in the car was a bit high, so he reached out and took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator on the side.

Yi Qingju glanced at it more and found it was orange juice.

[The scenery outside the car quickly receded, the lights flickered, and the president sitting in the luxury car looked at the window shadow with deep eyes, his slender fingers swaying the glass of—orange juice]

[Hahaha, sorry, I shouldn't laugh]

Qi Weiran: You've already laughed.

Perhaps because this person protected her tonight, Yi Qingju suddenly felt a bit different about him.

After some thought, she tentatively asked, "Sir, do you remember what happened in the elevator that day?"

Qi Weiran lifted his eyelids without changing his expression, took a glance at her, thinking that he had endured until now, she finally asked.

"Are you talking about what happened before I fainted?" Yi Qingju nodded.

Even though Xiao Jiji said it was nothing, she still felt a bit worried.

"I remember..." Qi Weiran set down the juice in his hand, furrowing his brows and sinking into thought.

Yi Qingju's heart leaped.

[No! You don't remember anything, do you!?]

"It seems..." He seemed to recall something.

Yi Qingju wished she could sit on his lap and interrogate him.

"I can't remember."

Her wide cat-like eyes softened, she maintained her breath, and spoke as calmly as possible. "I see."

[Who taught you to create suspense like this? You're just Qi Weiran, if it were someone else, they would have been beaten to death long ago.]

"Did anything else happen that day?" he pretended to ask innocently.

Yi Qingju smiled gently at him. "Nothing at all, sir."

Back home, Qi Weiran instructed Yi Qingju, whom he reluctantly let go of, to go in first.

Watching her seemingly serene but actually lively figure, Qi Weiran's eyes suddenly darkened. "Did you find out?"

Wan Sui stepped forward. "Sir, we found out."

Then he took out his phone and slowly read, "Liu Chunhua, female, twenty-six years old, attended the same middle school as you."

"According to the police, she said she did this out of jealousy towards Yi Qingju."

Qi Weiran didn't recognize this name at all.

"What are the results of your investigation?"

Wan Sui was silent for two seconds, then said with a somewhat strange expression, "The identity of the mastermind is somewhat special."

He was about to continue, but noticed Qi Weiran's gaze momentarily stiffen.

Following his boss's line of sight, he saw the girl who should have gone in already standing there, glancing over here from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

Even though he had already instructed her to go in first.

"You continue." Qi Weiran withdrew his gaze.

But Wan Sui knew he couldn't waste any more time with useless words.

"The mastermind's name is Yi Bingmei, a nurse at the hospital under Qi's Group."

When Qi Weiran heard this familiar surname, his brows twitched.

Observing his expression, Wan Sui decided not to swallow back the words "Could this be the wife colluding with her maternal family to stage a drama" that had come to mind.

After all, Yi Qingju had done such things before, there was precedent.

Seeing him remain silent, Wan Sui asked, "Sir, what are your plans?"

Qi Weiran's gaze flickered for a moment. Even if Wan Sui didn't say it, he had already suspected that layer.

Seeing the girl not far away waving to him in her thin dress, he said, "Just keep an eye on her for now, no need to do anything else."

Wan Sui thought to himself, "As expected," and left.

Qi Weiran walked over. "Why didn't you go in first?"

Yi Qingju's shoulders trembled in the cold wind, but she still smiled shyly at Qi Weiran. "I wanted to wait for you, sir."

Qi Weiran's expression remained unchanged.

[Somehow, a fierce dog appeared out of nowhere in front. I command you to be the gladiator and fight it, clearing the way for me.]

He just knew...

Sure enough, as they hadn't walked a few steps, a Doberman suddenly jumped out, baring its teeth at Yi Qingju.

The barking startled the people inside the house. Auntie Zhang came out and exclaimed, "Where did this dog come from!?"

Soon, someone came and took the dog away.

"It must have accidentally run in from outside," the person holding the dog said.

"Make sure someone goes to find its owner," Qi Weiran instructed.

"Yes, sir."

Yi Qingju stifled a yawn.

Qi Weiran glanced at her.

The pig farmer was actually afraid of dogs.

Entering the house, Qi Xinian, alerted by the commotion, came downstairs wearing slippers.

"Little Uncle, Yi Qingju, you're back—" He practically dragged Yi Qingju away to read bedtime stories.

Holding onto his Ultraman toy, Qi Xinian's eyes sparkled, then he asked, "Yi Qingju, do you think Little Uncle will come to see the play I'm in?"

Yi Qingju thought to herself, I'm not sure, but to avoid hurting his delicate young heart, she nodded, "Don't worry, he'll definitely come to see the important role of the wicked stepmother."

The little guy then smirked, "Hmm."

"Oh, by the way, I saw a word on TV today, and I don't know what it means."

Yi Qingju crossed her legs, pushed up her non-existent glasses like she was cultured, "Go ahead, ask."

"What does 'Kong Rong giving up pears' mean?"

Qi Xinian, who rarely watched children's stories or traditional cartoons, asked curiously.

Yi Qingju hesitated for a few seconds.

"There was a kid named Kong Rong, and when he was four, his parents were arguing."

"Kong Rong said on the side: If the day can be lived, live it; if not, leave."

"That's the story of Kong Rong giving up pears."

Qi Xinian: "......."

He's a kid, not mentally challenged.