Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Before she could finish her words, Jiang Qing was hugged and kissed again and again, until she was laid on the bed, she couldn't help but push Mo Yan.

"The doctor will be here soon."

Mo Yan regained his senses, and his hot breath sprayed on Jiang Qing's neck.

Doing these things early in the morning was really exhausting and tiring, and he almost couldn't control himself.

He reached out and checked the bandage on Jiang Qing's wound, and was relieved only after making sure that it had not been damaged due to his fooling around.

Jiang Qing was helpless.

After the doctor came to check and confirmed that there was no problem, Mo Yan found an excuse to go out.

Although the Jiang family and the Li family had already resolved Qi Ziyi's issue privately, he had never nodded or said forget it.

Losing money and losing business are things that only people like them who have a friendship would do. He and Qi Ziyi have no friendship at all.

Their accounts must be settled separately.

Qi Ziyi was still lying on the hospital bed. His body had been gradually weakening over the past few days, to the point where he needed to use a respirator.

Mo Yan stood beside him with a chill.

"Why bother?"

"You are trying to make me unhappy and make yourself miserable."

Although Qi Ziyi was dying, he was not unconscious yet. He opened his eyes with difficulty when he heard Mo Yan talking.

He reached out and took the respirator off his face, and coughed a few times with some discomfort, very lightly, just like he looked now.

"I would love to make President Yan feel uncomfortable."

He was lying on the bed, and even looked like he was about to die, but the mockery in his eyes was still there, and a smile gradually appeared on his pale and cracked lips.

"From now on, every time Mr. Yan sees the scars on Miss Jiang's body, he will think of me, of... my sister."

"Boss Yan, you will never forget my sister in your life."

His smile widened, and his white teeth reflected in Mo Yan's eyes seemed to be a little thorny.

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows. He suddenly felt that it was pointless to argue with Qi Ziyi about these things.

He claims that he is not a normal person, and he is indeed not a good person for coveting his niece.

But Qi Ziyi seems more like that madman, who does things without fear of consequences and without leaving any room for maneuver.

It’s not that he didn’t want to kill Jiang Qing, it’s just that he didn’t have time.

If Mo Yan had arrived a few seconds later, Jiang Qing might have been killed by him.

He read Qi Ziyi's transcript. Those few casual words had no point. It turned out that he didn't want to involve Li Qianxue for no reason.

He recalled what Jiang Qing had said unintentionally that night when he was drunk.

"I don't want Li Qianxue to be like Jiang Qing..."

He noticed that there was something wrong with the subject of this sentence, but he did not understand it.

He put his hands in his pockets and smiled back at Qi Ziyi elegantly, "Don't die so easily, we will settle our accounts separately."

"You said, Li Qianxue has a brother like you, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune?"

As for how Mo Yan tortured Qi Ziyi later, that is a story for later. Now that he is seriously ill, Mo Yan would not take advantage of him.

He turned and left the ward, leaving Qi Ziyi alone, staring at the ceiling in a daze because of his words.

As soon as Mo Yan walked out of the ward, he saw Jiang Qing walking towards him from the corner of the corridor.

He walked forward quickly, "Why are you here, Qingqing?"

Jiang Qing pursed her lips. Xiao Qi just said that Mo Yan came to find Qi Ziyi. She was a little worried that Qi Ziyi would be killed by him. She didn't want Mo Yan to be involved in the sin of killing, so she came to find him.

After all, the injuries on her body were caused by Qi Ziyi.

This is indeed something Mo Yan would do.

"Come to you."

"What are you doing here?"

"Look... at the people who hurt you."

Mo Yan lowered his eyes and took Jiang Qing's hand and walked back.

"just looking?"

Mo Yan understood, but showed a little grievance on his face, "Qingqing, are you worried about Qi Ziyi?"

"Qingqing never seems to worry about me."

Jiang Qing's alarm bells immediately rang, she didn't want Mo Yan to go crazy again.

So she took the initiative to interlock her fingers with Mo Yan's.

"I just heard the doctor tell you to go change the dressing on time. Is your arm injured as well?"

"Yeah... Qi Ziyi stabbed him."

Jiang Qing looked at Mo Yan, who looked fragile and helpless, and tightened their clasped hands. "I'll go with you to change the dressing later."

Mr. Yan, who was only cut twice, finally smiled with satisfaction.

Jiang Qing's shoulder was stabbed quite deeply, so he stayed in the hospital for several more days before being allowed to be discharged.

The first snow of the year fell on the day Jiang Qing was discharged from the hospital. Snow always comes late in this city.

The light snowflakes swayed down, and Jiang Qing walked out of the hospital slowly and reached out to take them.

At that time, Mo Yan insisted on accompanying Jiang Qing out of the hospital despite Jiang's father's unhappy expression. She handed Mo Yan the snowflakes falling on her palm with an innocent smile.

"For you, Snowflake."

Although there were cold snowflakes flying everywhere and the wind was freezing, Mo Yan felt hot from head to toe.

And just as Qi Ziyi said, Jiang Qing's shoulder also had a scar on it.

Mo Yan found a lot of special scar removal creams for Jiang Qing to apply, but Jiang Qing didn't care much about the scar on his shoulder and often forgot to apply the medicine, so in the end a little mark was left on it.

That day, Jiang Qing was sitting on the sofa. Mo Yan looked unhappy. He came out of the study and approached Jiang Qing and hugged her tightly.

Mo Yan just received a call from Smith, saying that Mo Yuanshan had passed away and he did not survive the coming winter.

He was not sad about Mo Yuanshan's death, but he thought of Jiang Qing. He thought of her falling in his arms covered in blood not long ago, just like the nightmare that had trapped him for many years.

Anyone can die, including himself, except Jiang Qing. He can't imagine Jiang Qing dying in his arms.

Father Jiang and Old Man Jiang still hold an unsupportive attitude towards Mo Yan and Jiang Qing being together, and from time to time they ask Jiang Qing to attend some banquets with talented young people of the right age.

Fortunately, Jiang Qing learned to use school activities as a shield, and those banquet invitations finally decreased.

Of course, these were all taught to her by Mo Yan.

For Jiang Qing, it would be better for her to sit and taste the dishes at a dinner party rather than participate in those university activities. After all, participating in university activities inevitably requires socializing, while at a banquet she can openly focus on eating.

But Mo Yan promised her that every time he turned down a banquet that Grandpa Jiang and Father Jiang wanted to take her to, he would accompany her to have a delicious meal.

This deal doesn't seem to be impossible.

Mo Yan's proposal was very sudden, on a weekend shortly after the Spring Festival.

He did not make a big fuss by getting down on one knee in a luxurious venue, nor did he book out an entire restaurant just for a ceremonial and romantic candlelight dinner with Jiang Qing.

Just like usual, he said he would drive Jiang Qing to the new restaurant to try the food.

The restaurant is located on a hill not far from the boundary between the suburbs and the urban area, with a road leading directly to the destination.

As soon as Jiang Qing got off the car, she saw a garden full of wisteria flowers. It was clearly not the flowering season yet, but the flowers were blooming brilliantly.

Mo Yan led Jiang Qing inside. Since it was a reservation-only restaurant, there weren't many people there.

Jiang Qing found the ring during dessert after dinner. It was hidden in a flower adorning a plate of soft and delicate cream cake. The flower shattered with a slight touch of the silver fork, revealing the purple diamond ring hidden inside.

She took the ring out without knowing why. The ring was not dirty and it shone with the bright light of diamond under the warm yellow light of the restaurant.

Mo Yan then walked up to her and knelt on one knee, gently placed his hand on Jiang Qing's knee, and asked her: "Qingqing, will you marry me?"

"Marry Mo Yan."

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile, because Mo Yan's expression rarely showed nervousness and excitement, which made his already well-defined face look particularly sexy.

Jiang Qing nodded, and Mo Yan also smiled. He reached out to take the ring that Jiang Qing was holding and put it on her slender finger.

She didn't know that Mo Yan was still a little unsure whether she would agree. Even if there was only a slight possibility in his mind, he would magnify it.

He had already thought about how to force Jiang Qing to marry him if she did not agree.

But Jiang Qing did not let that event, which had only a small probability, happen. Mo Yan stood up, hugged her, and lowered his head to give her a hot kiss.

This kiss did not contain a trace of lust, only the piety of a believer toward his faith. Mo Yan could not help but sigh in his heart.

He finally really got Jiang Qing.

She finally became truly his.