Lu Qing’s expression returned to its usual indifference, and he asked in a deep voice:
"What’s the schedule for today?"
"Later, there’s a video conference with the United States branch, a shareholders’ meeting in the afternoon, and a business event in the evening. The day’s schedule is expected to end around 11 p.m."
Lu Qing frowned slightly:
"Cancel the evening event and move the afternoon meeting up by an hour."
The time is too late; how will he have time to go home and accompany his little wife?
"Yes, Young Master Lu. Additionally..."
Han Shu’s expression became hesitant. Lu Qing gave him a cold glance and said flatly:
"Don’t stammer. If there’s something to say, then say it."
"I just received notification from the hospital that Miss Mo has completed her discharge procedures and intends to return to the country."
"Her condition still requires continued recovery. Have the caretakers there keep an eye on her and don’t let her return."
"But, Miss Mo’s emotions are very unstable."
After contemplating for a moment, Lu Qing picked up his phone and made a call. His expression remained serious, reverting to his former authoritarian and domineering demeanor.
Han Shu, watching from the side, murmured to himself. He had originally thought that Miss Mo held a special place in Young Master Lu’s heart. Now it seemed that only the Young Madam was truly special.
However, regarding Miss Mo’s matter, the Young Madam probably doesn’t know about it. If she does find out later, then... things might get messy.
Mo Wenwan had been reassured. Her heart surgery had just been completed not long ago, and she truly wasn’t suited to air travel at the moment. Yet, she couldn’t shake a strong sense of unease deep in her heart.
On the phone, she couldn’t help but ask:
"Brother Qing, does our promise still count? When I return to the country, you’ll marry me, won’t you?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, then she heard his slightly low voice respond:
"Focus on recovering your health first."
With that, he was about to hang up the phone. Mo Wenwan hurriedly said:
"Brother Qing, have you had a change of heart? You promised that when I got better, you’d marry me."
However, the call had already ended. Mo Wenwan clutched the phone tightly, her expression gradually darkening. It seemed something unexpected had happened.
Otherwise, Brother Qing wouldn’t be so heartless toward her. Even though it was just a childhood promise, she had remembered it all these years!
She firmly believed that Brother Qing must love her, too. Otherwise, why would he have always taken care of her and sent her abroad for treatment?
So, the issue must lie with another woman. Just who was the wretched woman seducing him? Could it be... his nominal wife?!
Qin Miaomiao naturally had no idea her husband was being desired by someone else. But even if she did know, it wouldn’t matter to her.
Plenty of people want him, so many that she couldn’t possibly count them all.
Her husband... she thought of the voice message she had sent earlier and felt an urge to cover her face. When did she become so pathetic?
Forget it. Better not dwell on this matter and focus on getting things done.
She went to the bank, and as a VIP member, she was led into the VIP room, where the manager personally came to meet her.
Without hesitation, she stated directly, "I need the contents of deposit box number 14306."
The manager blinked in surprise. This particular deposit box was reserved for high-level VIP members. Its contents could only be accessed by the owner, and there was an exceptionally strict confidentiality agreement in place. However, the original owner was not the woman standing before him.
"I’m sorry, but the contents can only be retrieved by Miss Su Jin herself."
Qin Miaomiao replied calmly, "One moment, I’ll make a phone call."
Not long after, the manager himself received notification. His expression changed slightly, and he turned to Qin Miaomiao and said:
"Miss Qin, my apologies. You may now access the contents of your deposit box."
The manager watched as she walked inside and wiped the sweat from his forehead. What kind of identity did she hold to make the general manager call on her behalf?
Those who kept items here were all either wealthy or powerful, with the vault offering exceptional confidentiality. Ordinary people wouldn’t have any idea this place even existed!