Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Of course he would not regret it. After being whipped, no one could stop him and Jiang Qing. As for those outsiders, he could not control their mouths, but as long as he stood high enough, he would never let any dirty words appear in front of Jiang Qing.

He used all his tricks and blood and sweat to cut off everything that stood between him and Jiang Qing at any cost.

He can bleed, but Jiang Qing must not shed tears because of him.

So he can endure any pain as long as Jiang Qing is by his side.

Jiang Qing's soft hands grabbed the whip that Old Man Jiang was holding, his eyes clear and bright, "Grandpa, my uncle is not just thinking one-sidedly. I like him too. If you want to beat him, beat me too."

Like? Does Jiang Qing really understand what love is?

Grandpa Jiang was surprised at that moment. He certainly had not forgotten what kind of illness his granddaughter had, but now she told him that she liked Mo Yan.

How...how shocking.

He recalled how Jiang Qing had always been cold and lonely since childhood, and the image of Jiang Qing now standing in front of him anxiously flashed before his eyes.

Forget it, he looked at Jiang Qing's serious expression and slowly loosened his hand holding the whip, and the whip fell into Jiang Qing's hand.

"Thank you, grandpa."

Jiang Qing smiled sincerely, which made Grandpa Jiang's eyes warm. It was not his illusion, but for the reputation of the Jiang family, he could only glare at Mo Yan, the unfilial son, with a serious face.

He waved his hand, asking the people who had hurried over to disperse, and asked Jiang Qing's father to help him back to the room, as if he wanted to say something to him.

The family punishment was stopped at Jiang Qing's plea.

"Qingqing, don't do this next time."

After the family doctor treated and bandaged Mo Yan's wound, he sat on the bed with his head covered in cold sweat from the pain.

But the expression on his face was strangely satisfied. Jiang Qing had only vaguely said "I like you" that time at the birthday party, but in fact Mo Yan never dared to confirm her feelings, because Jiang Qing never said such words again.

This time, Jiang Qing said that she liked him in front of everyone in the Jiang family, including her grandfather, parents, aunt, and him. This made him fall into a secret pleasure and unable to extricate himself.

Come to think of it, according to the family rules, he would have to endure a hundred lashes, but now he may have only received thirty or so lashes, which was all thanks to Jiang Qing.

But Jiang Qing blocked the whip for him, and that moment really frightened him.

Jiang Qing didn't want to talk. She couldn't remember how many times she had seen Mo Yan injured in front of her. Sometimes, he even caused the injuries on his own initiative.

When he was with Mo Yan, he would occasionally hurt himself and create some wounds to attract Jiang Qing's attention, because he knew that Jiang Qing cared about his body.

This often made Jiang Qing a little puzzled.

"Xiao Qi, is it true that Mo Yan doesn't have a masochistic tendency?"

Xiao Qi looked up at the sky: [Hmm... Qingqing, this is not written in this world line...]

"Why are you ignoring me, Qingqing?"

Mo Yan saw Jiang Qing was in a daze and ignoring him, so he wanted to come over and hug her regardless of the pain in his wound.

Jiang Qing dodged by moving backwards.

"Pay attention to the wound."

Now Mo Yan can be said to have finally gotten his reward after all the hardship, although the Jiang family still cannot accept their relationship.

But he finally didn't have to hide his intimacy with Jiang Qing anymore, and he didn't want to care whether others were happy or not.

"Don't touch me until you're healed."

Jiang Qing established the first rule for the recovery period.

At this time, Jiang's father walked to the door, but he didn't come in. He asked Jiang Qing to go back with him.

His expression was very bad, but he kept enduring it because he was concerned about Jiang Qing.

After returning home, Jiang's father took Jiang Qing for a walk in the courtyard, and then they sat down on chairs under the cherry tree.

"Qingqing." Father Jiang's expression changed from unhappy to serious, "You and your uncle..."

He seemed embarrassed to talk about their relationship and fell silent for a moment.

He really wanted Jiang Qing and Mo Yan to never see each other again, but when he thought of his daughter's illness, he didn't know where to start.

"Dad, how did you and Mom fall in love?"

Jiang Qing did not respond to his father's words, but looked up at the cherry tree above his head.

Shortly after the college entrance examination, she picked cherries in the yard with them. Now the fruits are gone from the trees, only the green leaves are fluttering in the wind.

Father Jiang was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Qing to ask this question, but he continued, "Your mother and I met because of painting. I went to see her exhibition and wanted to buy her paintings."

His originally serious expression gradually relaxed, as if he was recalling something.

"When your mother heard that I wanted to buy her paintings, she became unhappy. She felt that her paintings should not be measured by money and that I was worldly."

"But at that time I just wanted to buy it and enjoy it myself. Good works should be seen by others, but I just wanted to keep that painting for myself."

"Is it the painting in the study?"

Father Jiang nodded and pointed back, "This cherry tree was planted when she and I got married."

The painting treasured by Jiang's father was of a cherry tree. The texture of the bark and the cherries that were round and plump like rubies were all delicate and lifelike.

At that time, Jiang's father was at a creative bottleneck. The moment he saw the painting, he was inspired. He felt that this was a surprise from God. It was more than a surprise, but also a kind of fate.

God not only gave him inspiration, but also gave him a lover who was a perfect match for his soul.

No one spoke for a long time.

Jiang Qing looked up again and tried to see the clouds in the sky through the gaps between the cherry tree leaves.

"Dad, even though I can't feel that kind of emotion, I know it must be... beautiful."

"Maybe my uncle and I are just like you and mom." Jiang Qing was thinking about the wording in his mind, wondering what words to use to describe human emotions.

"He... and I are also destined to be together."

Although this kind of fate is established through an alternative way, it does exist.

Father Jiang did not reply for a long time, and his expression went through a complicated process of changes.

Finally, he sighed, and his expression finally softened a little.

"Qingqing, you are still young, you will meet more people."

Jiang Qing smiled and looked at Jiang's father with clear eyes, "I'm sure it's him, Dad."

That smile stunned Jiang's father. He had almost never seen Jiang Qing smile like that. Most of the time he could only see Jiang Qing trying to imitate their smiles, a smile that was dull because of his appearance but diluted by the imitation.

For a moment, he actually felt that Mo Yan was not unacceptable to him.

Just then, Jiang Qing's phone rang. It was Su He.

Jiang Qing glanced at Jiang's father and dialed the phone without avoiding him.

"Is it Miss Jiang Qing?"

"Ah."

"Um, Miss Jiang Qing, do you know that Mr. Yan has been taking sleeping pills recently?"

After his family doctor had completely treated his wounds, Mo Yan asked Su He to take him home.

Not long after returning home, Mo Yan fell into a coma due to his injuries. After Su He sent him to the room, he happened to take a few more glances at him and found out that he was secretly taking sleeping pills, which even his personal assistant didn't know.

Jiang Qing stood up from the chair and walked away from Jiang's father.

"Sleeping pills? He didn't tell me about that."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Miss Jiang Qing." Su He paused, "If Miss Jiang Qing has time, please come and see Mr. Yan. You should know..."

Su He didn't finish his words, but Jiang Qing knew what he meant.

"I will."

As soon as she hung up the phone, she saw Jiang's father approaching her.

"What's the matter, Qingqing?"

Jiang Qing shook his head. "Nothing. My uncle's assistant wants to talk to me about something."

Father Jiang suddenly felt a lump in his heart. No matter how much he said, his daughter seemed to have already determined that it was Mo Yan.

This conclusion made him very unhappy.

"He's looking for you?"

"No, I'm going to go find him tomorrow."

Hearing Jiang Qing mention Mo Yan in front of him suddenly made him feel very uncomfortable. Old Master Jiang's attitude was very clear, he disagreed, but the two parties didn't seem to care.

But...it was a rare occasion that his daughter had such big mood swings.

So after a long ideological struggle, Jiang's father could only put on a stern face and told Jiang Qing to go back and rest, and talk about everything tomorrow.

Jiang Qing got up early the next day and secretly went to visit Mo Yan.

Mo Yan had a high fever while he was sleeping last night. Fortunately, Su He had been taking care of him at his home. When he finally found out, he sent him to the hospital.

This was the second time Jiang Qing saw Mo Yan lying on the hospital bed. She actually didn’t like hospitals very much.

Jiang Qing sat down beside his bed. Mo Yan was still asleep at this time, and he was lying on the bed. Although he had several whip wounds on his chest, the more serious ones were on his back, so he chose to sleep on his stomach.

Strands of blood seeped out of the bandaged wound.

Mo Yan opened his eyes less than two minutes after she sat down. He was a little surprised to see Jiang Qing. He thought that Jiang's father would not let him see Jiang Qing again.

Mo Yan had never been so embarrassed before. Even the time he was attacked abroad was not as embarrassed as he was now. After he had a fever, his whole body became limp, just like a pitiful puppy.

It was also the first time that Jiang Qing saw Mo Yan like this. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his arm, but was barely avoided.

"No, I'm fine."

"It's okay, how come you can't handle the fever?"

Mo Yan stared into Jiang Qing's eyes and reached out to grab her hand. As the movement affected the wound on his body, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Qingqing, do you dislike me again?"

Jiang Qing didn't respond and turned his eyes to the medicines on the bedside.

She remembered the bottle of sleeping pills that Su He mentioned.

"Why do you take sleeping pills?"

The hand that was originally wrapped around Jiang Qing froze and did not move.

"I've always wanted to ask you, what is this nightmare that has been bothering you?"

The two questions forced Mo Yan to close his eyes and avoid them.