Qiao Jin chuckled a little. She was standing in the small garden outside the hospital, bathed in sunlight. When she laughed, her teeth sparkled. “I never tell lies.”
As soon as she walked over to him, she saw that the man had black energy all over his body, and his countenance showed signs of morbid energy, which were clear signs of imminent death.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had only just now awakened and she hadn’t mustered her full strength yet, she would be able to see even more specific signs.
For example, how would he die?
The man was extremely good-looking. Even for someone with such high standards as Qiao Jin, she had never seen anyone so handsome.
With his exquisite facial features, upon first glance, one might feel that everything else was superfluous, and words of praise weren’t nearly enough to describe his dashing appearance.
Like a quality jade that gleamed with the most dazzling brilliance, he had a tranquil aura.
Yet like white snow, he could freeze every gaze that people bestowed upon him, rendering them unable to look away.
No one was willing to say anything grave or doubt such a person.
This was Song Yanqing, the only grandson of the Song family.
“How brazen!” The tall bodyguard next to Song Yanqing could no longer suppress his urges and was about to rush towards Qiao Jin. “Don’t think that we don’t beat women!”
If anyone dared to challenge the young master, they were as willing to fight women as men!
“Forget it.”
The guards heard these lonesome words like a refreshing sensation that lingers but disappears before one can savor it. They felt especially despondent and dreary.
They got up and left.
The tall bodyguard glanced at Qiao Jin, and, seemingly still resentful, he glared at her through his sunglasses.
She seemed to want to get close to the young master, but instead of finding a pleasant excuse, she had chosen to use such a loathsome excuse.
She really had some balls.
Qiao Jin watched the bodyguards leave without stopping them. She simply shook her head as she sighed, “If you don’t listen to words of ancient wisdom, you will suffer.”
“Qiao Jin!” The nurse’s anxious voice rang out. “What are you doing here? Madam Mu is looking for you.”
Qiao Jin calmly adjusted her clothes and walked away with the nurse.
This hospital was not an ordinary upscale hospital, but rather a hospital built by the Song family especially for Song Yanqing.
But Song Yanqing did not come here often, except for medical examinations.
If it weren’t for Qiao Jin’s special physiology and identity, she wouldn’t have had the privilege to come to this hospital.
When she approached her ward, a beautiful lady wearing a luxurious custom-made qipao was already sitting inside.
Her every move was graceful, not to mention her extraordinary beauty. It was an endearing sort of beauty, and even though she showed signs of aging, she was breathtaking nonetheless.
“Qiao Jin, where have you been?”
When Qiao Fei saw her come back, she immediately stood up, and her eyes had a worried expression in them. “You are not in good health, so why are you running around?”
After speaking, she glanced at Qiao Jin’s wrist.
Her wrist was wrapped in gauze. Qiao Jin had tried to commit suicide by cutting her wrist in the bathtub last night. If she hadn’t left her last words to Qiao Fei, who then felt a strong premonition and quickly told people to rush over, they would have been too late, and Qiao Jin would already be cold.
She had been here once last night, and upon hearing that Qiao Jin had woken up, she rushed over again this morning. Who knew why Qiao Jin had been running around!
Thinking of all this, Qiao Fei’s eyes grew red. “Even I didn’t blame you for what happened, so how could you be so depressed? Is there something so impossible to talk about that you have to attempt suicide instead?”
Qiao Jin glanced at Qiao Fei and suddenly said seriously, “What are you going to blame me for? Is it because I was injected with drugs? Do you think it’s my fault?”
Qiao Fei’s face immediately stiffened.