Xiao Yebai said, "There might be a bomb in my car. Can you get someone to help? Meanwhile, be careful and keep an eye out for anyone delivering anything unusual."
Upon hearing this from Xiao Yebai, Zhan Dapeng immediately became anxious and turned to consult with Zhang Sanfeng.
The two of them then went to inquire about the others in the hotel.
Zhao Mengjin and Mrs. Zhao were working together, nothing out of the ordinary. Mr. Zhao was meeting business partners in the hotel’s reception area. Tang Sili was working in his own room.
Sister Yao had been working with Fu Yubo the entire time.
The only one missing was Zhong Qiaohui.
Upon asking, it was said that at the hotel’s counter below, someone had delivered something for Zhong Qiaohui. She had gone downstairs to the lobby to check it.
Zhang Sanfeng and Zhan Dapeng’s expressions suddenly changed. Hastily, Zhan Dapeng wheeled Zhang Sanfeng’s wheelchair, and they took the elevator down to the lobby.
Watching their hurried figures, Sister Yao and Fu Yubo faced each other, puzzled, "What’s happening?"
The elevator reached the first floor.
Zhang Sanfeng’s wheelchair was first to enter the lobby. From a distance, they saw Zhong Qiaohui standing in front of the counter, looking down as if at something. In front of her lay a gift box.
The loud voice echoed in the relatively quiet hotel lobby, causing everyone to involuntarily turn and look.
Zhong Qiaohui did the same, turning around in surprise, and immediately saw him rushing towards her in his wheelchair.
The anxiety on his face, so vivid and apparent, was something she had never seen before.
Was it because of her?
Zhong Qiaohui’s face twitched, not just with surprise and astonishment but with a mix of complex emotions, suddenly feeling a whirlwind of feelings. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
What exactly had he known that made him come over to stop her from opening the gift?
Zhong Qiaohui couldn’t help but think this.
Zhan Dapeng rushed over with Zhang Sanfeng, quickly arriving beside her, and noticed the greeting card in her hand.
Subsequently, the two of them began to feel that something was amiss.
Zhong Qiaohui’s sharp gaze scanned their strange expressions, asking, "What is it?"
Zhan Dapeng opened his mouth, about to explain, "Because—"
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly stretched out a hand, stopping him from speaking.
Because Zhang Sanfeng had seen it clearly, the greeting card in her hand, who had written it.
It was from Zhang Sanfeng’s elder brother, her real fiancé, who had written the card.
Today was her Gregorian calendar birthday.
Thus, Elder Brother Zhang had, whether out of formality or some other reason, sent a birthday gift to his fiancée.
Zhong Qiaohui had come downstairs, and receiving this gift had been somewhat surprising and unexpected. Because, for the past few years on her birthday, Elder Brother Zhang hadn’t sent her any birthday gifts.
Perhaps the elders had been pushing them a bit more this year. Elder Brother Zhang had no choice but to make a show of it.
Zhong Qiaohui thought so. Since the two hardly ever met, spoke, or interacted much, let alone shared any kind of emotional bond.
Receiving such a seemingly insincere gift, Zhong Qiaohui was considering whether to send it back, as she truly disliked this emotionless marital arrangement.
While she hesitated, Zhang Sanfeng, the childhood crush she had longed for in her dreams, suddenly came running down to tell her not to open it.
Wouldn’t any woman’s imagination start to flutter?
Zhong Qiaohui’s lips curved slightly, eyeing Zhang Sanfeng’s face which had quickly returned to an utmost calm, and asked almost casually, "Did you just, tell me not to open the gift box?"