My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 37

Qi Xinian was stunned.

Even a genius like him probably hadn't expected there to be land and aquatic turtles.

"Everyone leave," Qi Weiran commanded in a loud voice. The servants who had come with him to search for the boy quietly withdrew.

The man took off his overcoat along with his suit jacket and casually threw them onto a nearby bench. He slowly and elegantly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy, muscular arms.

Next, Yi Qingju witnessed a fireworks display without fire, called—

Qi Xinian's butt blossoming.

"Oww oww oww--!"

Although Qi Weiran hadn't used much force, that didn't stop the delicate meatball from wailing as if in great pain, pretending to be pitiful.

Seeing Yi Qingju hurry over, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Oww oww oww, foster mother pig, I wronged you, you're not a vicious stepmother, you're a wonderful person.

Then he watched with wide eyes as that wonderful person breezed right past him without a sideways glance and rushed toward the turtle.

Stepmother!

"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh don't hit me anymore oww oww uncle!" Qi Xinian's cries grew louder.

【Host oww oww oww I almost died, I'll never see you again!!】

In Yi Qingju's palm, the little turtle shed two fat tears.

After finishing beating up the meatball, Qi Weiran sternly asked, "Do you know your mistake?"

Qi Xinian pitifully lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run out so late at night, worrying everyone."

Then looking at Qi Weiran miserably, he said in a faint, tender voice, "Uncle, put your coat back on, it's cold."

Qi Weiran's cold brows instantly softened.

"Let's go back."

Seeing this, Yi Qingju breathed a sigh of relief.

She hugged the meatball and wrapped him in her own coat, then followed behind Qi Weiran, stepping in the man's footprints.

The meatball sniffled, "I didn't know the little turtle couldn't swim. I won't do it again next time."

After speaking, somewhat embarrassed, he buried his head in Yi Qingju's embrace, and reached out with his soft hand to touch the little turtle who had tucked in all four limbs into its shell on her shoulder.

Yi Qingju smiled, lowering her head to kiss his soft hair, "Mm, I forgive you on the turtle's behalf."

Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, the little meatball raised his head again and asked her a silly question with knitted brows, "If I turned into a watch, would you still love me?"

Yi Qingju seriously pondered it for a moment, then asked solemnly—

"What brand?"

Walking ahead of them, Qi Weiran, with exceptional hearing: "..."

He now had evidence that she didn't have a mental illness.

After returning, Yi Qingju had assumed she would be sleeping on the floor again, but unexpectedly, Qi Weiran didn't sleep there.

"Thank heaven, Qi Weiran is finally normal for once."

And the person she was complaining about was currently sitting in the study, expressionlessly watching surveillance footage on the computer screen with one hand propping up his chin.

When he saw footage without the girl, he would skip past it.

The earliest surveillance footage went back to when Yi Qingju had first entered the Qi family.

From unfamiliarity, nonchalance to gradually becoming close with everyone in this family, the girl had led the normally serious and stern housekeeper Auntie Zhang astray with her charming personality.

Although she had spent most of her time in rooms without surveillance, every time she appeared on camera, whether she was laughing heartily or fooling around.

But she would have a serious expression on just one matter - raising pigs.

Including that day he had coughed, Yi Qingju had rushed out wearing thin clothes with disheveled hair. The corners of her mouth had turned up at seeing someone, then swiftly dropped back down.

Up, down. Up, down. She had wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Then she had rushed into the garage.

It was obvious that the news of Qi Weiran not being seriously ill afterwards was greatly disappointing for her.

He also saw the face of that former tutor which still held undisguised malice in her eyes and mouth as she looked at the pigpen and spewed vicious words. Qi Weiran unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table.

As if responding to his rhythm, there was also a knock at the door.

"Come in."

After a light sound, Yi Qingju, wrapped in a furry blanket and obediently holding a cup of coffee, walked in.

The moment she tried to put the coffee next to him, Qi Weiran calmly and swiftly pointed randomly, changing the screen.

At least on the surface there were no flaws.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhazha Hui, I'm a brother, come chop me up, 999 yuan a chop, 999 yuan a chop."

Qi Weiran: "..."

Yi Qingju silently put the coffee down, "Sir, don't play too late, go to sleep early."

As she turned to leave, Qi Weiran's sharp eyes caught her shoulders shaking nonstop, as if she had sheep syphilis.

The moment the door closed.

His brain nearly exploded from Yi Qingju's laughter.

【Hahahahaha hahahaha hahaha hahahaha grass hahahaha hahaha I hahahaha hahaha I'm Zhazha Hui hahahaha hahaha】

【So you just like staying up late, enjoying that feeling of soon entering the soil huh】

【Hahahahaha hahaha I'm Zhazha Hui hahahaha hahaha】

Yi Qingju laughed until she collapsed outside the door, not even daring to make a sound, baring her teeth as she shook like a Parkinson's patient.

The surveillance camera in the corridor, along with Qi Weiran behind the monitor, silently watched her.

Closing the computer expressionlessly, Qi Weiran still had a wooden face, calmly and unruffledly drinking a sip of coffee.

Only his ears under his black hair were as red as if blood could drip out.

The next day when Yi Qingju went downstairs to eat breakfast, Qi Weiran was already gone.

Auntie Zhang glanced in the direction she was looking and smiled slightly, explaining, "The sir had originally planned to stay and eat breakfast with you, but had to leave early for something urgent."

Yi Qingju nodded, but she was thinking:

Keep me company to do what? Go keep Zhazha Hui company!

As she pulled out the chair, she suddenly hazily realized.

Could it be Qi Weiran had discovered her catching him playing a game last night, felt he had lost face, so had left early this morning?

After sitting down, she laughed to herself.

How was that possible.

"Sir, are your ears so red from an allergy? Should you go to the hospital to get it checked?" Wan Sui looked at the elegant and graceful handsome man before him, his gaze complicated.

He had never seen ears so red in his life.

Qi Weiran shifted his eyes from the laptop on his legs and lightly said, "No need."

Wan Sui didn't say anything more.

Really no need? Qi Weiran was famously attentive toward caring for his health. This was the first time he had seen the man go to work without breakfast or soy milk.

"About Madam—"

He tentatively started to say something when Qi Weiran glared at him.

Wan Sui immediately shut his mouth.

There, he had found the culprit.

"Director Qi."

The originally hurried people in the lobby all stopped in their tracks at the same time.

Other than outstanding resumes, those who could work at Qi Enterprise were without a doubt elites in various industries and fields.

But these proud geniuses now looked with admiring and respectful gazes at the man who commanded attention in the crowd and whom no one could look away from.

Just as all eyes were upon him, the man who normally never wasted time actually stopped moving.

Their hearts clenched involuntarily along with his actions.

Had something gone wrong with the multi-billion deal!?

Looking at the incoming call on his phone screen from Yi Qingju, Qi Weiran's constantly thinking brain suddenly froze.

The last time they had spoken on the phone was when she had encountered danger at the hotel.

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