The first top lady

Study. Guan Tong glanced at Guan Qian, moved from the wheelchair to the sofa, and said, "You are so close to Miss Song, but you haven't brought back any news about the meteorite jade. Is it because you are fascinated by her, or," he paused, "the other half of the meteorite jade is with her?"

Guan Qian lowered his eyes, picked up a lighter on the table and started playing with it. After hearing Guan Tong's final guess, he paused, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know whether the meteorite jade is with her, but I know that I am indeed fascinated by her."

"Really?" Guan Tong's face darkened. "Then after tonight, we'll know whether the meteorite jade is in her possession."

Guan Qian frowned deeply, and suddenly understood the meaning of these words. He stood up abruptly, looked at Guan Tong with a sharp gaze, and asked him: "Have you sent someone to look for her?"

Guan Tong had sent people to follow Song Yizhen before, but they failed. This time it seems that he is really going to take action.

Guan Tong replied to him: "No need to look for her, she is in Dijing." Seeing a hint of surprise in Qian's eyes, he asked: "What? You don't know? It seems she is really using you." But Guan Tong did not see any doubt in Guan Qian's eyes.

The housekeeper knocked on the door and came in, "Master, the people from the research institute are here."

"Bring them in." Guan Dengrong said.

After the housekeeper left, Guan Tong asked again: "Are you in a hurry to see her?"

Guan Qian sat back with a forlorn look on his face, allowing the people in the institute to do their usual operations, watching numbly as the dark red blood flowed into the blood bag through the hose.

He is just an experimental subject, but he is better than a guinea pig. He doesn't have to die, at least not now, and he can still play outside.

Guan Dengrong asked him to come back just to draw this bag of blood, so he is still useful now.

"It's 500 milliliters now. If you draw more, it might be dangerous." The woman in the white coat couldn't help but speak when she saw Guan Qian's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his face was pale.

It was not Qian's first time to have blood drawn, but it was the woman's first time.

The man next to her nudged her with his arm, glanced secretly in Guan Dengrong's direction, and whispered, "We only follow orders."

The implication is that one cannot make decisions on one's own without Guan Dengrong's order, nor does one have the right to ask or question.

The woman hesitated, but gave up. According to Guan Dengrong's request, she drew a full 1,000 milliliters of blood.

One thousand milliliters of blood loss is enough to cause shock.

Guan Dengrong is truly ruthless.

Guan Qian felt dizzy and his vision went dark. His heart seemed like it would jump out of his chest in the next second. There were noises around him. It should be the people from the research institute talking to Guan Dengrong, but he couldn't hear them clearly. He just felt a buzzing sound, which made him even more anxious.

He forced himself to stand up, put the lighter he was holding tightly in his hand into his pocket, and walked out unsteadily. Every step he took felt like he was walking on cotton, and every step seemed to indicate that he might fall to the ground in the next second.

"If you're really anxious to see her, I might as well give you a ride."

Guan Tong sat still, with no intention of taking any action, and just laughed at Guan Qian.

But Guan Qian couldn't hear now. He covered his chest and watched the door swaying in front of him, but he could not reach the end.

The man from the institute walked past him and accidentally touched the corner of his clothes. He stumbled forward and fell. The man did not stop. He held on to the door frame and panted for a long time.

Guan Dengrong sat at the desk and only glanced towards the door. He was waiting for Guan Qian to fall down. He was wondering why Guan Qian, who usually looked frail, could still hold on for so long after having 1,000 milliliters of blood drawn from him.

Sheng Kai waited outside for a long time, but heard no movement, so he went in to check, and saw Guan Qian standing halfway up the stairs, weak and unable to walk. He ran over and saw that Guan Qian's face was pale and bloodless, and his palms holding the railing were trembling. He couldn't help but said distressedly: "Master Qian..."

"Go!" The voice was hoarse with exhaustion, yet firm and powerful.

Sheng Kai helped Guan Qian into the car and left Chengyuan Villa.

"Guan Tong's people..." Guan Qian leaned weakly on the back of the chair, his arms hanging limply at his side as if lifeless.

Sheng Kai said hurriedly: "It took about forty minutes."

"I am in the capital."

"Miss Song is also in the Imperial Capital?" He immediately realized what was happening and asked Guan Qian for confirmation, "Are those people looking for Miss Song?"

"Yes." Guan Qian frowned, trying his best to stay awake, "Can you find out?"

"I installed a positioning device on the car." He was too bored staying outside just now, and seeing Guan Tong's people acting suspiciously, he just attached a positioning device to the chassis of the car. But the reason for his hesitation now was Guan Qian's physical condition. "Master Qian, there is a hospital ahead..." Sheng Kai asked tentatively.

"No need," Guan Qian propped himself up with his arms, trying to sit up straight, "Follow me."

Sheng Kai looked at Guan Qian in the rearview mirror, who was already weak but still stubbornly holding on, and sighed silently, "Okay." He increased the force of his feet and drove past the hospital at a high speed.

He actually wanted to ask Guan Qian: Does Miss Song know that you have done so much for her?

Of course, he never denied that Song Yixuan was a good person, because Song Yixuan was really a good person. It’s just that what he saw and felt was that Song Yixuan’s feelings were not as strong as Guan Qian’s.

Song Yixuan came out of the bathroom, wiping her wet hair with a towel in her hand.

The dog downstairs in the community barked for a long time, so she walked to the window, wiped her hair and observed the movement downstairs.

There were two cars driving around the neighborhood, and the dogs were barking. This was the third time the cars had come into her sight. Were these people looking for something? Or someone?

Song Yixuan threw the towel on a chair beside him, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out. At this time, the dog downstairs had stopped moving.

"Yixuan," Tang Zhu came out of the master bedroom and called out to Song Yixuan who was walking to the entrance, "I heard the dog barking downstairs, are you going downstairs?"

"Ah," Song Yixuan adjusted her slightly damp hair and said, "I'm going to buy a pack of sanitary napkins. I'll be back soon."

"Then be careful."

"Okay, Master."

I just came out of the apartment building and took a few steps when I saw two puppies, one white and one yellow, lying on the grass.

It turned out that the sound was gone because he was knocked unconscious by the electric baton.

Song Yixuan walked along the track where the two cars had passed, looking for traces counterclockwise. The wind blew up her hair, then gently put it back on her shoulders.

The street lights at her feet grew dim, and she walked to the side road beside the community wall. At this time, a dozen people came out from the darkness on both sides and almost surrounded her.

Sure enough, it was for her.

Song Yixuan glanced at the people in front of him and saw through their origins at a glance. Only the self-proclaimed powerful butler could dare to go in and out of the community so brazenly and unscrupulously to do such a thing.

After all, they parted on bad terms today.

She was not in a good mood today, so she took it out on Guan Tong's people.

"Miss Song, hand over the other half of the meteorite jade, and we can let you leave Beijing safely." He skipped the question of "Do you have the other half of the meteorite jade?" and immediately assumed that Song Yixuan had the other half of the meteorite jade. Unless Song Yixuan denied it, the meteorite jade was really in Song Yixuan's possession.

He wanted to trick Song Yixuan into talking.

But Song Yixuan did not answer. With a smile on his face, he slowly rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, then don't blame us for being rude."

"Let's go together."

Guan Tong's men were angered by Song Yixuan's contempt and immediately surrounded him.