15: 014 The middle-aged man has a fiery temper
15: 014 The middle-aged man has a fiery temper
Quan Shaoqing’s motion of picking up food for her paused, and after a moment, he put the meat into her bowl, his voice deep and husky, “Xiao Xi, do you think I would hurt you?”
He put down his chopsticks and tenderly reached out his hand towards Gu Xiaoxi.
Gu Xiaoxi sat on the stool, her body slightly rigid.
She stared at Quan Shaoqing, suddenly finding herself unable to look away.
The golden afternoon sun slanted through the window, falling on the man, making his already handsome features even more exquisitely perfect, as if a god had descended to the Mortal World.
He reached out to her with a gentle smile on his face, friendly and tender.
Suddenly, she recalled the first time she met her mother as a child, who had also reached out to her with a tender smile, making her feel warm…
Gu Xiaoxi instinctively reached out her hand and he grasped it.
His hand was different from her mother’s, very broad and warm, the heat in his palm enveloping her small hand as if bathed in sunlight, very comfortable.
Gu Xiaoxi felt her eyes grow warm, mist swirling in her gaze, allowing Quan Shaoqing to lead her to the window.
“Look at the city before you, it’s vast, filled with many people.
There are bad people, but also good people.
There are the happy and the unhappy.
No matter who has hurt you in the past, it only shows that person did not know how to cherish you,” Quan Shaoqing said, patting her shoulder as if to give her strength.
Gu Xiaoxi lifted her eyelashes and looked out at the distant city, from the top floor of the hospital, the majority of the city was within view.
So did that mean, she could trust him?
“If I trust you, will you cherish it?” Gu Xiaoxi tilted her head, her eyes intently fixed on his face as she asked in return.
“I will definitely cherish it!” His face bore a gentle smile, his tone as solemn as a vow.
Gu Xiaoxi’s lips curved into an overbearing smile, and she gripped his hand in return, “Are you confessing to me?”
Quan Shaoqing pursed his lips, his face darkening, he grabbed her shoulder in a buddy-like manner, patting her head while a playful light flickered in his eyes, “Thinking of being my wife?
You’re still too green.”
“You think I’m too young?” Gu Xiaoxi clenched her teeth and grabbed the front of his shirt, standing on tiptoes
trying to regain her dignity, yet standing in front of him, she only came up to his chest.
Still a child, aren’t you!
“Aren’t you young?” Quan Shaoqing’s eyes gleamed with mischief, his beautiful lashes casting shadows over his scornful yet indulgent gaze, “Tsk tsk, still much too young.”
A whole lot shorter than him indeed!
Gu Xiaoxi narrowed her eyes, perhaps she could try trusting Quan Shaoqing, after all, he was good-looking.
She might as well trust him for now!
After having her meal and putting down her chopsticks, Gu Xiaoxi went out and met a worried Lin Mi at the door of the ward.
Without a sideways glance, she coolly flicked her hair, tossed her head, and with hands in her pockets, turned and left the hospital.
She’d be back after she took care of her business.
From then on, she would have a keeper again.
The feeling of being kept by Quan Shaoqing…
Gu Xiaoxi blinked, thinking it shouldn’t be too bad!
The domineering Iron Horse 999 motorcycle was parked at the orphanage entrance, Gu Xiaoxi strode in, holding a check, her mood unusually light, humming a tune.
But to her surprise, the already dilapidated orphanage was a complete mess inside, flower pots shattered all over, even the kids’ dining bowls were strewn about, an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
Gu Xiaoxi rushed inside, searching every nook and cranny of the orphanage, only to find it completely empty.
“Song Jingyi, Xiao Ai!” Gu Xiaoxi called out anxiously.
She had been here before, and although it was relatively poor, it was always kept clean and housed many children.
“…” The only answer she got was the cold wind.