"That's good." Su Mo felt relieved when he heard that Qiao Nian was fine. He opened the car door and prepared to send Yuan Yongqin back.
Suddenly, Yuan Yongqin's thoughtful voice was heard.
"I just saw Jiang Zongnan leaving here in a hurry. I wonder if something happened."
Su Mo looked up and asked her, "Mr. Yuan, do you want me to go and ask around?"
Yuan Yongqin is in her forties, but she has taken very good care of herself. In addition, she has never been married or had children, so her skin is firm and shiny. She also dresses appropriately, so she looks to be in her early thirties. She has a plump and mature temperament that young girls don't have.
She frowned and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, as if she was thinking.
After a moment, Yuan Yongqin shook her head and said, "Forget it, don't go. Jiang's second branch had already fallen out with Nian Nian, and their affairs have nothing to do with us. She just came back from O Continent, there's no need for Jiang's second branch to affect her mood... It's better not to know."
Su Mo also felt that what she said made sense and no longer mentioned going to inquire.
*
In a hotel in Shuangjiang City.
Qiao Nian hung up the call with Yuan Yongqin and placed the phone on the coffee table.
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom stopped.
After a while, Ye Wangchuan came out wearing a bathrobe.
His black hair was still dripping wet, but it did not affect his heroic features. Under the light, the man had a high nose bridge, extremely white skin, and a slender figure hidden in his bathrobe. Qiao Nian could vaguely see the mermaid line on his waist and abdomen wrapped in the white bathrobe...
Her eyes were quite dark, and she narrowed them dangerously, staring at someone, then looked away nonchalantly, pursing her lips and saying, "Put on your clothes."
"..." Ye Wangchuan was wiping the moisture off his hair with a towel when he suddenly heard a girl's slightly hoarse voice. He lowered his head and noticed that the belt around his waist was not tied properly.
He retied the belt of his bathrobe, walked over, and sat down on the sofa opposite Qiao Nian. His voice was clear and gentle: "How is Mr. Su?"
Qiao Nian crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes and felt a little sleepy: "I have given him the medicine from the Pharmacy Association. He is fine now. His physical indicators have stabilized temporarily. We will see later..."
She spoke vaguely, and Ye Wangchuan roughly guessed that Su Huaiyuan was not in immediate danger of life.
He nodded, his tone relaxed: "That's good."
Qiao Nian tilted her head to look at him, and saw that his hair was still dripping with water. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Do you want me to help you blow dry your hair?"
Ye Wangchuan suspected for a moment that he had misheard. The boss was good in everything except being troublesome. Sometimes she was too lazy to blow-dry her own hair after washing it, and just let it dry naturally. This time, Qiao Nian actually offered to help him blow-dry his hair...
He was distracted for only a moment, and the next second his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he leaned back on the sofa very naturally: "The hair dryer is in the bathroom drawer."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian responded, stood up, put down the mineral water bottle in his hand, and walked towards the bathroom.
A minute later, she came out with a hair dryer, plugged it in, and helped the man blow his hair with a relaxed look on her face.
She blew her own hair randomly, but was quite patient when blowing Ye Wangchuan's hair. Her movements were very slow, and it was obvious that she was trying very hard: "...My technique is not good."
—Poor technique.
This sentence sounds ambiguous no matter how you listen to it.
Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but chuckle, his thin lips raised, a little frivolous: "I think it's okay."
(End of this chapter)