My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 27

The moment she heard this word, Yi Bingmei's breathing became ragged, and her fair face immediately flushed with two blotches of red.

She lowered her head shyly. "Okay."

Qi Weiran nodded slightly, then clapped his hands.

Two burly bodyguards immediately walked in, grabbing Yi Bingmei by the arms and took her away.

Yi Bingmei: "Hmm?"

The bodyguard cast a glance at her and said in a low voice, "Miss, let's go somewhere else to discuss this 'selling yourself' business."

She thought it was Qi Weiran's whim and hesitated for a moment: ".....Okay."

Half an hour later, under the escort of two bodyguards, a dazed Yi Bingmei boarded the train bound for Northeast China to sell ginseng.

It was only then that she realized what Qi Weiran had actually meant was—

'To sell ginseng.'

...

On the other side, when Yi Qingju was chatting with Sun Wenjuan, she found out Yi Bingmei had arrived.

"She looked a bit like you, but I didn't expect her to take the initiative to talk to me. That was when I knew she was your sister."

Yi Qingju asked nonchalantly, "She took the initiative to greet you?"

Seeing Yi Qingju's lack of reaction, Sun Wenjuan nodded, "Yes, your sister seems to like children very much. She even asked about my children Zuo Ran and Little Milk Bun."

Although she didn't understand why Yi Bingmei, a relative of the children, would ask an outsider like her, she didn't think much of it. After all, Yi Bingmei was very nice.

【She likes children? With that arrogant look on her face?】

Xiao Jiji, who was perched on her shoulder, shook his head: 【That's impossible. Yi Bingmei in the original book was both stupid and nasty. She hates children the most.】

【She must be a transmigrator】 Yi Qingju affirmed.

Seeing the turtle on her shoulder nodding vigorously, Sun Wenjuan said in surprise, "So it's alive. I thought it was just a cartoon prop you made specially for the play."

Yi Qingju smiled and patted Xiao Jiji's head, "This is my good friend."

Sun Wenjuan also smiled. "You really have a childlike heart. What's its name?"

The turtle twisted its head, waiting expectantly for her to solemnly introduce his 'glorious' name.

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Yi Qingju's smile remained as she said, "Just a pet, no name."

Sun Wenjuan: ?

Didn't you just call it a good friend?

After parting with Sun Wenjuan, Yi Qingju went to find Qi Weiran. The little turtle on her shoulder looked at her resentfully and stomped on her arm.

【Host, why didn't you tell her my name?】

Yi Qingju gave it a warning look for its antics: 【You're a system. Your name shouldn't be known to mortals. I'm protecting her this way.】

Xiao Jiji: 【.....】

You're just too embarrassed to say it, right?

With just a little thought, Yi Qingju knew Yi Bingmei must have taken the chance to seduce Qi Weiran while she was away.

Although she knew Qi Weiran had seen all kinds of beauties and naturally wouldn't be interested in Yi Bingmei, Yi Qingju still went to find him in order to protect her marriage (inheritance).

"Sir." She knocked on the door.

Qi Weiran's deep and mellow voice soon came from inside. "Come in."

Yi Qingju pushed the door open and sniffed.

【Ohoho, look what I found, the smell of perfume, women's perfume】

"Your sister came just now." Qi Weiran took the initiative to speak.

Yi Qingju feigned surprise. "Ah, I hope she didn't cause you any trouble?"

Qi Weiran's expression was blank. "She did."

"....."

【How should I respond to this? Should I let my devotion to Qi Weiran or my sisterly affection prevail?】

Undoubtedly, for the original owner—

"She's too ignorant to have annoyed you, Sir. You are so gracious, surely you wouldn't make things difficult for her. I'll talk to her properly later."

Qi Weiran lowered his eyes to tidy his cuffs. "I've already made things difficult for her."

Yi Qingju paused for a moment, her eyes wide. "Ah.... Where is she now?"

"Sent to the Northeast."

【What! You sent Yi Bingmei to the Northeast to serve as a soldier!?】

Seeing her attitude, Qi Weiran felt a little puzzled. From his previous interactions, he had thought Yi Qingju didn't care much about this sister.

But now she seemed very concerned—

【Such a good thing!?】

【Hahahaha, as expected of you, Father of Diga Boy】

Qi Weiran: "......"

Oh, I spoke too soon.

What on earth is Father of Diga Boy?

"That's good too. She has a bad temper, going through some toughening training is not bad. It's just...how will I explain this to our parents..." She knitted her brows, looking troubled.

【You did this, good man. You go explain it to those two old lunatics.】

'Old lunatics'

An accurate description.

"What's that?" He keenly caught sight of the green object on her shoulder and asked.

To prevent him from asking, Yi Qingju had kept Xiao Jiji in her pocket or bag before, so this was the first time Qi Weiran saw it.

Yi Qingju explained, "It's a prop I specially attached to my shoulder to match the theme of this play."

Xiao Jiji: 【......】

This time she directly turned him from a living being into an inanimate object.

Qi Weiran nodded indifferently, seeming unconcerned. He didn't explain to Yi Qingju that her sister wasn't sent to the army but to sell ginseng.

The moment the door closed behind her, he picked up his phone and instructed the person on the other end, "Sell ginseng for one year first. Send her to the army next year."

"Remember, the cooking squad."

And as an afterthought he added: "To feed pigs."

...

On her side, Yi Qingju had no idea that the hidden transmigrator Yi Bingmei could be gotten rid of so easily.

With Qi Weiran's people around, she wouldn't be able to come back in the short term, let alone affect the plot.

Seeing no one in the corridor, Yi Qingju couldn't help waving her hands and twisting her body a few times. "Free and unfettered, not languishing~ This is my confident state~ "

"Awesome, disco let's dance~ No work tomorrow~~"

"Maybe can't afford~ meals, but gotta shake with feeling~"

The Qi bodyguards secretly monitoring the corridor for suspicious figures silently watched the monitor showing someone twisting happily along to her own singing.

"......"

"Boss, this...."

Zhang Wei passing by fell silent for a few seconds.

"Wait to send it to the boss. Tell him this is an early new year surprise from the security department."

Everyone: "......." We won't get fired after sending this, right?

Obviously unaware of the surprise in store, Qi Weiran leaned his chin on his hand, pondering.

Perhaps he had been too indulgent with Yi Qingju recently?

Just as he was thinking this, the other phone placed on the corner table rang.

That was his private phone.

After answering, a deliberately lowered male voice came from the other end: "Hey, I'm back in the country."

"This time, I'm taking back everything that was originally mine."

Qi Weiran calmly replied: "First pay back the 20 yuan and 35 cents you owe me."

The other side immediately laughed. "Hahahaha didn't expect it to be me right, surprised or not, unexpected or not?"

Qi Weiran was unmoved. "20 yuan 35 cents."

"Come on, old Qi. You're still keeping accounts of debts from when we were seven!?"

"I'll keep accounts until I officiate at your funeral."

The other side: "......."

He didn't have such a sharp tongue when he left last time.

"No...Dr. Charlie told me about your auditory hallucinations. Although he later said you were fine, I don't buy that wording."

"I encountered a patient with the same condition as you recently."

"He said he could hear the inner voice of a certain constant character. He was convinced that the other party was an ordinary citizen in disguise as a killer. As a result, when he discovered that the other party couldn't even use a gun, he lost control of his mind and injured many people with a knife."

"Listen, just relying on that imaginary illusion without truly seeing with his own eyes, making up a new persona for others purely based on his own imagination."

"This is simply madness."

Qi Weiran's previously relaxed gaze suddenly sank.

He instinctively wanted to refute that he had seen it before.

But he soon realized that at that time, he was in an emotionally turbulent, closed-off state.

How could he be sure it wasn't just fantasy?