Allow her to be pampered

The next day, it was not Sunshine who woke Wu Qingzhi up, but the notification from the housekeeper.

Today's weather is slightly cold, with a layer of frost and dew in the morning, there is a hint of rain.

The butler's knock on the door was soft but urgent.

Wu Qingzhi supported the edge of the bed and sat up, his voice slightly hoarse: "What's the matter to report this morning?"

"Master, it's...it's Master Bai who came..."

Master Bai, whose full name is Bai Songqi, is Bai Pingting's father, the boss of Louwailou who has retired behind the scenes.

Master Bai is the same age as Wu's father, and the two families are considered old friends. Wu Qingzhi can be regarded as growing up under his knees even if he calls him uncle respectfully.

So he didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately got up to wash, tidy up his clothes, and immediately went downstairs to receive the reception.

At that time, Master Bai was sitting in the living room leaning on a yellow pear wood cane.

This is not right, Master Bai was always in good health, and he retired from the shopping mall just to make way for Bai Pingting, not because of illness.

Now, I saw that he looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets, and he probably stayed up all night.

"Qingzhi, it's so early, did it disturb your rest?"

"Never. Uncle Bai is polite."

Master Bai then opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, his mouth was dry: "I'm here to beg you to save Pingting."

Sure enough, Master Bai's trip was not unexpected by Wu Qingzhi.

Wu Qingzhi kept silent and just went forward with a cup of hot tea.

"There's news from the Commander's Mansion that Pingting will not be sentenced to death, but she will inevitably be imprisoned for several years. She is 30 years old this year, and she will come out in five or ten years... She is very old, and so is her uncle."

Master Bai was holding the hot tea, but he didn't drink it.

"Qingzhi, as long as someone can release Pingting on bail, uncle will definitely hand over a large sum of money and bring her out no matter what."

This time, although it can't be called a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, it can be regarded as a kind of sad parting.

Wu Qingzhi was expressionless.

He slowly swallowed a sip of tea, and said in a calm voice, "Uncle Bai, don't embarrass this junior, this matter is life and death, how can it be calmed down with just a few words."

The implication could not be clearer.

But Master Bai was desperate and had nowhere to turn for help, so he had to put down his face and bow his head to give it a try.

"Uncle only has one daughter like Pingting! If she dies, what use is it for me to keep this old bone!"

"Uncle Bai, please take care of yourself."

Wu Qingzhi interrupted, "Right now, Yue'an is not peaceful, and the malaria has not passed. If you are not well, what should Pingting do when she comes out?"

"Qingzhi, you child has such a cruel heart!" Master Bai's hands trembled, even the shiny walking stick, "You are so ruthless, you really don't want to save Pingting!"

"The younger generation is not ruthless, but incompetent."

Wu Qingzhi's voice was cold, and his eyes were dark, "Pingting poisoned and murdered, the evidence is solid, and hundreds of people have witnessed it with their own eyes. The public's anger is hard to appease. How can we let her go?"

As Wu Qingzhi spoke, he poured a cup of hot tea. Behind the dense heat was his colorless eyebrows and eyes.

"If Uncle Bai really wants to keep Pingting, why don't you do some good deeds, beg the media, it's more or less a kind of repayment."

Hearing the sound, Master Bai immediately asked excitedly: "That's it! Then please ask Qingzhi to point out a way for uncle!"

Wu Qingzhi glanced at Master Bai, showing a calm attitude.

Facing others, he always likes to resort to a hypocritical way of dealing with others.

"Uncle Bai beats me too. The younger generation is just a businessman, how can there be any news from the commander-in-chief?"

Wu Qingzhi tapped the wooden table lightly with his fingertips, and his tone gradually softened, "...one life is for one life, I really don't know how many lives I have to save before I can get over Pingting's death."

Master Bai turned around and left, walking very quickly.

After seeing off the guests, Wu Qingzhi couldn't fall asleep after all.

However, as soon as he returned to the room, he saw Chi Rong sitting on the head of the bed, just waiting for him to return.

Seeing the figure, Chi Rong immediately blushed and cursed in a low voice: "Inhuman!"

When Wu Qingzhi heard the words, he smiled instead of anger, and sat affectionately by the bed, and said, "Chi Rong, I'm so wronged, it's obviously you who said something first."

"What did I say!" Chi Rong hummed, "I obviously didn't say anything!"

Wu Qingzhi then listened to him: "You obviously look like you are enjoying the training you asked for."

In an instant, Chi Rong's ears turned red.

She only bared her teeth and was about to rush forward, but unexpectedly, her legs softened, and she rolled into Wu Qingzhi's arms.

Chi Rong was ashamed and furious: "Wu, Qing, Zhi!"

"What's Madam's order?" Wu Qingzhi pretended to be puzzled, "Could it not be enough? Is it time to get into my husband's arms?"

Chi Rong was so angry that he didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he slid out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, within a short while, Chi Rong's scream sounded from the bathroom.

"You actually applied medicine to me while I was sleeping!"

Chi Rong's eyes widened, and he stood in front of the mirror like a gecko.

But seeing the wound on her face, there was a smear of orange-red medicine stain, which couldn't be wiped off or washed off, it was really like red oil splashed on the skin.

"How do you tell me to go out today! Everyone will definitely say that I don't wipe my face after eating hot pot!"

"Then don't go out and rest at home."

Outside the door, Wu Qingzhi spoke softly, showing affection in his words, "Chi Rong, don't worry about the Shantang, someone will take over these days."

As soon as these words came out, Chi Rong immediately popped up and asked, "What are you talking about, who cares if I don't care?"

Wu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Chi Rong, you don't have to worry about the medicines that are in short supply now, or the supply of grain and oil in the future."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the sheet with a calm expression, intending to wash it himself!
Chi Rong was stunned, unable to speak for a moment.

"What did you secretly hide from me again!"

"I'm a businessman, so naturally I do business."

Wu Qingzhi looked back, and smiled at her again, "Chi Rong, this bed sheet is so dirty, please let me go, I'm in a hurry to wash it."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the bed sheet, walked into the bathroom, plunged into the bathtub, and filled it with water to wash it off.

Chi Rong was extremely ashamed, but couldn't help being curious, so she squatted beside Wu Qingzhi, rubbing against him, trying to entangle him.

Her legs still ached faintly, and with a short body, she hissed even more.

"You said, you said, what kind of business did you do this time?" Chi Rong asked, "On the day the Shantang opened, you also said that you did business with Uncle Song, but you didn't tell me."

"Today, a big client came to our door and volunteered to bear all the affairs and expenses of Shantang. This is very good, so why not do it."

He said calmly, paused again, and coughed, "As for earlier, I paid a high price to hire Dr. Song to develop a special medicine for treating malaria."

Wu Qingzhi looked at Chi Rong anxiously: "At the beginning, I advanced a large sum of money."

Chi Rong stared blankly: "That's why Uncle Song suddenly agreed to Xiaoyuan's consultation in Shantang!"

"Chi Rong, I will do my best to support what you want."