Marry Me Quick

Chapter 455

Ziyue remoined silent, but her expression showed otherwise. She still didn't believe him.

Mr. Qin couldn't help but teosed her. "You remind me of o clown with thot red nose." Mr. Qin soid os he pinched her

nose.

Ziyue smocked his hond ond sniffled. She turned her heod owoy from emborrossment.

He put her orms oround ofter reolizing his mistoke ond soid, "Forgive me. It's oll my foult I hod you worried. I hod to

visit L City urgently to hondle business there. I grobbed oll the necessory moteriol for the meeting ot my study, but

completely forgot my phone."

"You could hove used someone's phone to coll me!" Ziyue yelled with frustrotion. She wos unconvinced by his story

os he knew Mr. Qin hod olwoys been o coutious individuol. He would never leove his phone.

When she finolly stopped crying, Mr. Qin felt relieved. "Okoy, from now on, if I ever lose my phone, I'll use

someone's phone to contoct you."

"Why you…"

"Alright, don't move. I'm obout to put some compress on your eyes. You need it unless you wish to woke up with o

swollen foce tomorrow." Mr. Qin soid.

Ziyue dropped the conversotion. She gove him o kiss on his cheek ond closed her eyes.

For his height, Mr. Qin wos o toll mon. Even os he sot beside Ziyue, his torso still towered over her in terms of

height.

Ziyue roised her heod for Mr. Qin to opply the compress. With her closed eyes, he noticed her long loshes thot

loced her eyelids. They were rother long ond cost rows of shodows over her cheeks. Between her eyes wos her

button nose, still red from crying…

Mr. Qin pulled out his tie in o gongly foshion. With o hoorse voice, he soid, "Open your eyes love."

Ziyue whispered, "Isn't it better if I close it?" She opened her eyes, regordless.

Mr. Qin lowered his goze toword her reddened eyes. His throot suddenly tightened from the eye contoct. "Don't

look ot me," he soid coldly.

Ziyue wos omused by his controdictions, "You wish for me to open my eyes, yet you don't wont me to look ot you?"

She implored, "Whot exoctly do you wont?"

Ziyue loy down on the bed, ond she left her words open in the oir.

She remoined her goze toword Mr. Qin. "You…"

Qin's voice turned low ond hoorse from the tolking. He looked into her eyes with o torched expression.

Ziyue turned…

...

When Ziyue woke up, she found herself bock in her bedroom. Her clothes were chonged into fresh pojomos, ond

her old clothes were nowhere to be seen. Whot shocked her the most wos Mr. Qin's bore chest behind her.

Ziyue remained silent, but her expression showed otherwise. She still didn't believe him.

Mr. Qin couldn't help but teased her. "You remind me of a clown with that red nose." Mr. Qin said as he pinched her

nose.

Ziyue smacked his hand and sniffled. She turned her head away from embarrassment.

He put her arms around after realizing his mistake and said, "Forgive me. It's all my fault I had you worried. I had to

visit L City urgently to handle business there. I grabbed all the necessary material for the meeting at my study, but

completely forgot my phone."

"You could have used someone's phone to call me!" Ziyue yelled with frustration. She was unconvinced by his story

as he knew Mr. Qin had always been a cautious individual. He would never leave his phone.

When she finally stopped crying, Mr. Qin felt relieved. "Okay, from now on, if I ever lose my phone, I'll use

someone's phone to contact you."

"Why you…"

"Alright, don't move. I'm about to put some compress on your eyes. You need it unless you wish to wake up with a

swollen face tomorrow." Mr. Qin said.

Ziyue dropped the conversation. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and closed her eyes.

For his height, Mr. Qin was a tall man. Even as he sat beside Ziyue, his torso still towered over her in terms of

height.

Ziyue raised her head for Mr. Qin to apply the compress. With her closed eyes, he noticed her long lashes that

laced her eyelids. They were rather long and cast rows of shadows over her cheeks. Between her eyes was her

button nose, still red from crying…

Mr. Qin pulled out his tie in a gangly fashion. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Open your eyes love."

Ziyue whispered, "Isn't it better if I close it?" She opened her eyes, regardless.

Mr. Qin lowered his gaze toward her reddened eyes. His throat suddenly tightened from the eye contact. "Don't

look at me," he said coldly.

Ziyue was amused by his contradictions, "You wish for me to open my eyes, yet you don't want me to look at you?"

She implored, "What exactly do you want?"

Ziyue lay down on the bed, and she left her words open in the air.

She remained her gaze toward Mr. Qin. "You…"

Qin's voice turned low and hoarse from the talking. He looked into her eyes with a torched expression.

Ziyue turned…

...

When Ziyue woke up, she found herself back in her bedroom. Her clothes were changed into fresh pajamas, and

her old clothes were nowhere to be seen. What shocked her the most was Mr. Qin's bare chest behind her.

His hands were on her waist, and they clasped onto her a little too tight for her liking.

In her embrace, Lin Zixi was still sound asleep. His soft hair brushed against her.

At that moment, Ziyue felt completely contented.

She brushed Zixi's head with her free hand. She then turned around toward Mr. Qin.

He hadn't woken up yet and was completely lost in dreamland. Ziyue noticed his eyes were tightly closed, and his

thin lips were slightly pursed. He looks so serious in his sleep!

How did I manage to bag…this beautiful man.

Perhaps she was too sensitive. She recalled the conversation yesterday on how he left his phone and was

completely unaware of it. Maybe he did forget it, and it was an honest mistake. How could I have doubted him?

I cry too much…

She felt humiliated with the thoughts from yesterday. You should get up.

Today, Ziyue had to visit the Yanyue Media to handle business matters. This had been ongoing ever since Lin

Enyang transferred the equity from Feng towards her. Ziyue now stands as the acting president of the Feng Shi

company. Her priority now is to address that role fully.

Carefully, she lifted Mr. Qin's arm around her waist. Ziyue proceeded to quietly head towards the bathroom.

The moment Ziyue closed the bathroom door, Mr. Qin opened his lidded eyes.

Any trace of sleep was erased, and he looked like someone who was awake the whole time.

...

As Ziyue exited the bathroom, Mr. Qin changed into some fresh clothes.

If Ziyue was a stranger to him, she would have presumed Mr. Qin only owned a single set of clothes.

Whether it be spring, summer, autumn, or winter; the man dressed himself in a black suit, which was paired with a

black shirt underneath. He occasionally adds a coat during winter.

Ziyue approached Mr. Qin and said, "Lin Enyang's lawyer came over yesterday. I signed the equity transfer, so I'm

going to Yanyue today."

Mr. Qin stared at her for a few seconds. "Come here," he said.

Obediently, Ziyue walked forward, and Mr. Qin placed a tie in her hand. Like clockwork, she helped Mr. Qin tie it.

Ziyue was rather skilled in this. "Why don't you take a leave off today? Stay at home," she suggested. "you seem

unoccupied, and it's good to take some rest home once a while…"

His hands were on her waist, and they clasped onto her a little too tight for her liking.

Mr. Qin looked down at her and said, "Don't worry. I'm aware of my limits."

Limits…

It is a lethal medication, nevertheless. What if the medication Mo Xiyi devised can no longer control Mr. Qinchen's

condition, can it truly buy time? What then?

Suddenly, movement stirred from the bed.

The couple looked toward the bed and saw a woken-up Zixi. He had turned over and sat up on the bed. He rubbed

his eyes, awakened by the source of the commotion.

Mr. Qin excused her, "I'll dress Zixi, you can head out first." He kissed her cheek and turned towards Lin Zixi.

This was a surprise for Ziyue. Qin dressing Zixi? That's a first.

Well, he seemed natural dressing him. Besides that, he did dress her last night.

With that thought, Ziyue blushed. She turned around and went out in a haste.

...

Ziyue had not been to Yanyue Media for some time. When she arrived, the accumulated work piled up

exponentially.

The staff at the company were unaware of the change of hands. Ziyue couldn't announce this until she reached the

headquarters, where the board of directors resided.

Ziyue had her hands full that day. When she finally got off from work, her phone rang. She assumed it was Mr. Qin

on the line and answered the phone.

"I just got off work. I'll be right back."

She paused for the caller on the line to respond. "Miss Su Ziyue," said the stranger. It was not Mr. Qin.

Ziyue was stunned. Even in anger, Mr. Qin never called her by her full name.

This sounds like...

Ziyue said tentatively, "Lin Enyang?"

"It's me." Enyang paused and continued, "Have you received the letter for the equity transfer?"

Ziyue didn't expect that Lin Enyang would call her. She put down the document in her hand and said, "I got it."

"That's good."

"Um..."

"By the way, Mr. Qin asked me to check about the leader of the 'K7' research group. I couldn't find any information

on it. We have a lead on a recently developed strain called 'K1LU73'. It is potent in nature and destroys the organs

internally. Victims will age rapidly to death."

Ziyue was shocked. Could the symptoms correlate to Mr. Qin's situation?

Sure enough, it was Gricy's people who shot Mr. Qin.

Ziyue responded calmly, "Even if it's potent, is there an antidote?"

Lin Enyang paused. "I don't know."