100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

Although the temperature in Jiangyi is gradually getting cooler in October, the bright sun hanging high in the sky at noon still makes people feel hot.

Zhao Chuyu, who was standing on the rooftop, began to have beads of sweat on his temples.

I don’t know if it was because of the heat or because I was nervous about the deep voice coming from the phone.

The fair and delicate little hand tightly grasped the mobile phone placed next to the ear.

After adjusting his slightly cramped breathing, he spoke softly, "I'm in Jiangyi."

After saying these words, Zhao Chuyu pursed her lips.

She didn't want to say more specifically.

A hot wind suddenly blew in her face, lifting her long, naturally curly hair that was covering her cheeks, revealing an ambiguous kiss mark just below her earlobe.

The silk scarf around her neck also playfully wants to dance with the wind.

The other little hand hanging by the side was immediately raised and pressed against the chest to prevent it from making trouble.

The slight breath from the mobile phone seemed to turn into a perceptible temperature at this moment, making her ears slightly hot.

"Where's Jiang Yi? Turn on location sharing on WeChat."

The second half of the sentence has an imperative tone of compulsory execution.

Just like a boss to his subordinates.

Zhao Chuyu frowned and looked at the distant building without focus, "Sorry, I have something urgent to deal with now."

The implication is rejection.

She was not Qi Jinan's employee, nor was she his girlfriend, nor was she a canary kept in captivity by him.

Apart from that one wrong night, nothing mattered.

She didn't need to report her whereabouts to him, let alone tell him every detail.

Even if there was a life-saving favor during our first encounter, it was time to "repay" it that night.

She was now upset and physically exhausted and didn't want to deal with him anymore.

Without waiting for Qi Jinan to speak, Zhao Chuyu finished the last sentence: "Mr. Qi, I'm sorry, I have something else to do now."

Just hang up decisively.

After hanging up the call, don't pay any more attention to it.

She lowered her head and took out the business card given to her by Wang Hua, the director of the Department of Cardiology. She took a deep breath, swiped open the dial-up page on the screen of her mobile phone, and dialed the contact number listed on it.

On the other side, Qi Jinan was suddenly hung up, and the coldness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

This was the first person who dared to hang up on him, and she was a woman.

But this was not the first time she hung up on him. This time she was more direct and straightforward, not giving him any chance to speak.

He tugged at his tie in annoyance, threw it onto the leather seat, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand.

I don’t know if she was angry or worried about the other person’s health, but her brows were tightly furrowed.

Zheng Zhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tried hard to reduce his presence and avoid being caught in the crossfire.

This is the fourth time that Master Wu’s emotions are so obvious.

This time he was obviously more angry than the previous three times.

Back then, there was a cooperation in San An with a profit of nearly 100 billion, but it was ruined by the mafia, and the situation was not as frightening as it is now.

To be honest, I felt a chill on the back of my neck and the hairs on my body stood up.

Fortunately, the order to inquire about the whereabouts of the female college student came in time.

Zheng Zhi grabbed the phone as if it was a life-saving straw and answered it immediately. "I'm listening. Go ahead."

"Assistant Zheng, I just found out that Miss Zhao has boarded the 10 o'clock flight, flying directly back to Jiangyi."

"After checking the traffic control, we confirmed that Miss Zhao is currently in a hospital in Jiangyi City."

"I have asked Jiang Yi's people to go and confirm that Granny Jiang, who raised Miss Zhao, fainted last night due to coronary disease and was hospitalized for a brain injury."

The bodyguard will report all the detailed information he finds.

When Zheng Zhi got the confirmed news, he immediately turned sideways and respectfully informed Master Qi Wu, who was sitting in the back seat with an air of cool air.

"Fifth Master, I have found out where Miss Zhao is. She is in a hospital in Jiangyi City. Granny Jiang, who raised her, was admitted to the hospital last night. Miss Zhao must have been worried about the old lady, so she rushed back without telling you."

In order to calm Master Wu down, I still have to say something good about the female college student who "ran away" without saying a word.

In fact, it wasn’t entirely for Zhao Chuyu. The key was that if Master Qi Wu was not angry, life would be a little better for them as his subordinates.

Qi Jinan's eyes were filled with cold hostility. He tapped the black screen of his phone with his slender fingertips and said, "Arrange a flight to Jiangyi."

The voice was cold, without any warmth, as if it came from the underworld.

Zheng Zhi didn't dare to question it at all and immediately asked the driver to drive to the airport.

The big boss gave the order, and the airline company that owned Saint An shares was extremely efficient and immediately called up the nearest flight to Jiangyi.

Zhao Chuyu, who had finished the call, didn't know that Qi Jinan was on his way to Jiangyi.

She lowered her head a little dejectedly, and her eyes, hidden by her side bangs, contained a strong sense of powerlessness.

Professor Wu Jianping from the Capital Military Region General Hospital is currently in the Western Regions, conducting a certain research and cannot leave for the next month.

This also means that I don’t have time to come to Jiang Yi.

Zhao Chuyu felt like a huge stone was pressing on her heart, so heavy that she had difficulty breathing.

What should her mother-in-law do if Professor Wu can’t come?

A tear welling up in her eye fell onto the back of her hand without any warning.

At this moment, she felt as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, her mind tense.

The sun hanging high in the sky was very warm, but it could not dispel the haze that gathered in her heart.

After standing on the rooftop for a long time, Zhao Chuyu dragged his heavy steps and walked down the stairs.

When she walked back to the ward, the door was full of medical staff and accompanying personnel.

The scene was a bit noisy, with some dirty words mixed in.

The middle-aged woman, supported by the nurse, covered her chest and said, "Ouch... It hurts so much. She is the one who made me angry. I kindly reminded her not to be fooled by those seductive women and treat prostitutes as treasures. She didn't appreciate it and even pushed me away."

Aunt Li stamped her feet in anxiety, "Bah! Stop spitting blood at me, you old woman. I didn't push you, I didn't touch you at all, don't try to blackmail me."

"Also, everyone, listen to what she said. She said such awful things about an innocent little girl. Is she worthy of being a human being?"

"She is old and has a son and a daughter. How would she feel if others slandered her daughter casually like she did?"

Aunt Li's long speech quickly resonated with the onlookers.

"Yes, this lady is right. It is not appropriate to talk nonsense without evidence."

"We are all women, why are you so malicious towards women?"

There are also different voices in the crowd.

"That's not the case. If he really isn't the kind of person the auntie described, then he's innocent. Is there any need to be so anxious? Unless what she said is right."

There is no shortage of fence-sitters. Someone immediately seconded the idea, "That's true."

The middle-aged woman sitting on the hospital bed became more excited when she saw that she had supporters.

"Look, let me tell you, the eyes of the masses are sharp. There's an old saying that goes, if you want something... but people don't know about it, then you have to stop doing it yourself."

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself."

"Yes, yes, that's what you said."

The originally quiet ward suddenly turned into a noisy vegetable market.

Zhao Chuyu stood outside the crowd wearing a mask, and the people inside didn't notice her.

The slightly red eyes contained a biting coldness.

His hands hung at his sides, clenched into fists.

When she heard Aunt Li's voice coming from inside, she knew who the other party was talking about.

The noise here was too loud and it was lunch time, so the female doctor on duty came over with a frown on her face.

"This is a hospital, please keep quiet."

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