Shen Jue never knew that someone could be so eloquent.
Every word seemed to stomp hard on his face.
"Rong Qingqing, shut up." Shen Jue couldn’t bear it any longer.
Stop reminding him over and over how many times he lost face today.
Rong Qingqing sensibly made a motion of zipping her lips, but still stubbornly shoved the tie box into Shen Jue’s hand.
If he wants it, he can take it; if he doesn’t, he can throw it away himself.
After all, once she gives something away, there’s no taking it back.
The elevator arrived at the fourth floor, and Shen Jue, with a sullen face, walked out behind Rong Qingqing, ultimately not throwing away what was in his hand.
Watching Rong Qingqing walking ahead, she was still swinging the red tie he had worn all night.
When they reached her room door, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and glanced back at him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Rong Qingqing looked at him and tentatively said, "So, Shen Jue, goodnight?"
Shen Jue acted as if he didn’t hear, his wheelchair brushed past her toes straight into the room.
Rong Qingqing stood there, touched the tip of her nose, thinking his stubbornness came as no surprise to her.
"Complete the random task, life extended by 24 hours, host’s remaining life expectancy is 36 hours."
Thinking about the goodnight mission she couldn’t accomplish tonight, Rong Qingqing sighed, realizing her plight was worse.
It wasn’t her fault, so why did she end up taking the blame?
First the big-mouthed manager, then the careless store clerk, was it all her fault?
Rong Qingqing shook her head to cast Shen Jue out of her thoughts, unable to resist taking out her phone, she dialed that well-known-by-heart number, but hesitated to press the call button.
If she called, what would she say to her brother?
Should she tell her brother she’s actually his sister Rong Qingqing?
Her brother would probably curse at her as a lunatic while watching over someone in the hospital, right?
With such a big issue at the company, her brother had to care for the person in the hospital and worry about the company too, she wondered how many more sleepless nights it would be.
Rong Qingqing truly feared that while she was struggling on the brink of life and death, her brother might suddenly die too.
Thinking of this, Rong Qingqing decided to visit the apartment tomorrow. The apartment study had a computer with high specs.
At the very least, she should solve the current problem of Jixing first.
The issue was under her responsibility, and for Rong Qingqing, the best storage place for everything was the brain.
For her, it was merely a matter of bringing out what she stored in her mind.
If it weren’t for the lack of a computer here, Rong Qingqing wouldn’t even plan to rest tonight.
Probably because she had too much on her mind, Rong Qingqing went to sleep late.
When she finally woke up the next day and opened her eyes, it was already nine o’clock.
Rong Qingqing leaped up from the bed in a start, ruffling her head, feeling a bit annoyed.
She overslept, and there were important things to do today!
After washing up, Rong Qingqing applied sunscreen and headed out the door with a bare face, without even putting on makeup.
By coincidence, she ran into Shen Jue, who looked like he just got up too, at the elevator.
Rong Qingqing quickly stifled a yawn and waved like a fortune cat toward Shen Jue, "Good morning."
Shen Jue glanced at her and then shifted his gaze away, not responding.
Rong Qingqing clicked her tongue, was the stubborn man still angry?
The good morning mission failed again.
Thinking about the lost ten hours, Rong Qingqing felt a sharp pang of regret.