She ignored the wet cuffs on her wrists, turned around, walked to the shelf, pulled out a clean white towel, wiped the water droplets off her face, threw the towel on the washstand and waited for someone to change it.
He walked out, went to the bedside, bent down and pulled out his charging cell phone.
With one leg bent, she leaned on the bed nonchalantly and looked at her phone... There were many and diverse messages on her phone, including messages from the illegal area, as well as messages from F Continent and Beijing City.
Nie Mi also asked her whether she would go back to attend Bo Zheng's engagement ceremony.
And Mr. Ye sent her a message early in the morning asking about Ye Wangchuan's health.
Jiang Zongjin also asked her if she had any money left in her card, and transferred another 100,000 yuan to her.
…
Qiao Nian looked back at them one by one, and her eyes finally fell on a text message sent to her at nine in the morning from an unmarked number in Continent M.
The message was unsigned.
But Qiao Nian remembered the number.
It was a string of numbers that she had just released from the blacklist a few days ago. The owner of the number was a middle-aged man who had been following Nie Qingru for many years.
She bent her fair white fingers and clicked on the text message.
[Ms. Qiao, the Queen is leaving on a plane at 12:30 noon. She hopes you can come to XX address to see her off. She looks forward to seeing you.]
Qiao Nian glanced at the text message time below.
9:58.
She looked at the time on the upper right corner of her phone again. It was already past the time stated in the text message and it was almost 1 o'clock.
She hadn't originally planned to see Nie Qingru off, and it didn't make much difference to Qiao Nian whether she exceeded the time limit or not.
She quickly added the number to her blacklist again, got up, picked up her phone, and turned around to go downstairs...
She had to go see Lu Zhi today and had no time to pay attention to the clown's poor performance. **
One o'clock in the afternoon.
There was still no sign of a car outside the tarmac where Nie Qingru's private plane was parked.
"Queen, Miss Qiao may be busy with something and can't come. How about we leave first?" Shadow couldn't bear to watch it anymore and took the initiative to say.
Nie Qingru's face was embarrassed, his eagle-like eyes were extremely gloomy, he withdrew his gaze from the distance, said "hmm" coldly, turned around and walked towards the plane.
Shadow quickly followed, walking closely behind her.
Nie Qingru entered the cabin and found a seat to sit down. The crew immediately brought her some fresh juice and then carefully left.
Shadow did not sit down during this time, but stood beside her and handed her blankets and other supplies. While observing her expression, he whispered, "Queen, I know you want to reconcile with Miss Qiao. But she has such a deep misunderstanding of us that I'm afraid it won't work in a short time..."
Nie Qingru was wiping her hands with a wet towel. Hearing this, she threw the towel back as if she was in a bad mood. Her eyebrows were sharp, but she couldn't suppress the impetuousness in her tone: "I have already taken the initiative to show her my goodwill. What else does she want! Do you want me, as a grandmother, to kneel down to her?"
"this… "
Shadow didn't know what to say.
"Your conflict with her is too deep. She doesn't understand you, and she has a bad temper. She won't listen to anyone except those people in Beijing. I don't know how to make her understand your painstaking efforts."
"Ah."
Nie Qingru sneered.
Her face was covered with a layer of gloom, the corners of her lips were lowered, and from time to time she reached out to pull the shawl on her shoulders, and it was obvious that she was upset.
She certainly didn't want to reconcile with Qiao Nian.
If she could find a way to deal with that evil creature, she would want to tear Qiao Nian into pieces to relieve the hatred in her heart.
(End of this chapter)