Oh my god! My secret husband is a billionaire

Qin Ming arrived at the parking lot downstairs, and unfortunately he happened to meet Director Xu who was about to get off work.

The man pushed up his glasses, walked over with a square gait, and started to act stylish again. "Mr. Qin, where are you going? Where's Miss Jiang? Who's taking care of her?"

After she reminded him, Qin Ming almost forgot that he had to hire a caregiver for that unfortunate woman.

"I'm here to get the information. I'll ask a nurse to take care of her at the hospital. Director Xu, there's no need to keep an eye on me."

"Haha!" Director Xu's two laughs were a bit creepy.

Ten minutes after Qin Ming left, Jiang Li felt like going to the bathroom. However, without someone to help her, it was quite difficult. Then she remembered that the man had forgotten to hire a caregiver. But how could she contact him? She should have added him on WeChat.

How stupid!

She rang the call bell and asked for the nurse to help. Although the nurse helped once, she was not happy.

"Daily life matters are taken care of by the patient's family and are not within the scope of our nurses' responsibilities. Miss Jiang, if you can't take care of yourself, you can ask your relatives to come over, or hire a nurse."

"Okay, how much is a caregiver per day? I can hire one!"

The nurse said, "You need to go to the hospital's service center and contact a third-party partner. I don't know the details, so your family will need to handle it."

Jiang Li was speechless. If I had family members around, would I need to hire a caregiver?

The nurse went off to do her own thing, leaving Jiang Li alone and bewildered.

Just when she looked through all the contacts on her phone and couldn't find a friend in South City, Qin Ming appeared at the door again.

Her eyes were slightly red and she asked with a slightly crying tone.

"You still want me to return the money?"

Qin Ming looked at her pitiful appearance and was no longer in the mood to be angry with her.

"What refund? I found you a caregiver, idiot!"

Sure enough, the man was followed by a clean and capable woman in white, who looked very professional and approachable.

"Hello, Miss Jiang. I'm the head nurse at Kanghe Hospital, my name is Zhou Lan. President Qin sent me to take care of you."

Qin Ming was not confident in hiring outsiders, so he directly transferred the most professional head nurse from the Qin-affiliated hospital.

"Hello, Nurse Zhou. I'm counting on you these days!"

After saying hello, Jiang Li looked at Qin Ming again.

"Um, thank you. I thought you had forgotten me!"

Qin Ming's lips curled slightly and he chuckled.

"You're afraid I'll ask you to return the money!"

"Yeah!" Jiang Li admitted. "Who wants to walk away from the money they've already pocketed? Otherwise, why not just not give it in the first place?"

After living in poverty for more than ten years, Jiang Li was worried about money every day and attached great importance to banknotes, so asking her for money was more painful than cutting flesh.

Qin Ming finally heard her true words. "That's right. You clearly love money, so why are you pretending to be tough?"

"Although I love money, I only take what I deserve. I don't ask for more, or blackmail you. Sir, your behavior of going back on your word and regretting it at the slightest provocation is even more despicable than my love for money!"

After going around in circles, they came back to the dead end of going back on their word, and Qin Ming was too lazy to argue with her anymore.

"Okay, I'm hateful and stingy, and you're noble. Now, the caregiver is here, so we're even, okay?"

"It's OK, then it's OK!" As long as the money is not refunded, Jiang Li can say anything.

Nurse Zhou stared at Jiang Li curiously. She didn't expect that this woman would dare to argue with President Qin. What a brave girl.

When Qin Ming went out, Jiang Li shouted at his back again.

"Hello, sir. What's your name?"

Qin Ming turned around and looked at her sharply. "Anything else?"

With the previous experience as a lesson, Jiang Li was afraid that something might happen again and he couldn't contact anyone, so he took the initiative to speak.

"How about? Let's add each other on WeChat!"

"Ha!" Qin Ming's sneer was full of meaning. He had thought this woman was so good at pretending, but he didn't expect her true colors to be revealed so quickly.

"Ms. Jiang, didn't you agree to settle things and not bother each other anymore? Why are you changing your mind so soon?"

These words were exactly the same as what Jiang Li had said before. Now that they were applied to herself, Qin Ming felt very happy.

"Since you don't want to, forget it. Take care, and good luck!"

Originally, after seeing through Jiang Li's greedy and hypocritical nature as a green tea girl, Qin Ming felt disgusted even when he looked at her for even a second.

But after hearing this infuriating remark, he suddenly changed his mind. He'd just add her, and see what excuse this woman would eventually use to contact him. And how long could he maintain this noble facade?

"QR code, open!"

Qin Ming scanned the icon, and the avatar that appeared was blank, with only two yellow stars, one big and one small, on it.

The nickname behind the avatar is Jiang Cheng.

Qin Ming's nickname is a string of meaningless English letters, with three colorful stones as his profile picture.

Isn't her name Jiang Li? Why is her WeChat name Jiang Cheng? Who is Jiang Cheng? Is he her relative or childhood sweetheart?

"If you encounter any trouble during hospitalization, you can contact me!"

Qin Ming said this and left the ward without looking back.

Outside, the dusk was brilliant, the streets bustling with traffic even more bustling than during the day. He glanced at the time: 9 p.m. He'd spent most of the day in the hospital, having forgotten even dinner.

It just so happened that a few rich young masters who usually hang out together made a date in the group.

I finished filming today and I’m in a good mood. Let’s have a few drinks at Luming Manor. Brothers, do you have time to come over?

The one calling was Shen Qiu, a rising star in the film and television industry. Like Qin Lang, he loved the bright lights, wine, and women, spending his days either in karaoke bars or at nightclubs. He was always surrounded by rumored girlfriends.

Normally, Qin Ming was too lazy to attend their "flower" cocktail party. But since he had no business to attend that evening, he went.

In addition to Shen Qiu, there were also Wu Jian, Fan Yunting, Xia Haoran, Xue Anchen and other inseparable drinking buddies in the private room.

"Hey! Mr. Qin, what a rare guest! Your presence has elevated the style of my game eight notches."

"Hurry, hurry, the dishes have just been served and the wine has just been poured. Please take a seat."

Qin Ming couldn't stand his glib tone. "Who's old? Buddy, you're three years older than me, why are you trying to act young? The wrinkles around your eyes are enough to knit a sweater, and you're still acting in a teen idol drama? Do you have the nerve to do that?"

Shen Qiu was not angry at his teasing, but instead followed his words and continued to talk nonsense.

"I'm still young and full of vigor and vitality. I'm the top handsome guy in the film and television industry and the husband of millions of girls. How could I possibly have wrinkles? Even if I do, they'll only be two or three. I can knit them into underwear, but what about a sweater? Young Master Qin, you're really mean!"

"Hahaha!" Several brothers laughed out loud. "Shen Lang, what kind of underwear do you want to knit? T-back or lace pants?"

"Cough cough cough!" Speaking of underwear, Qin Ming thought of the embarrassing thing that happened during the day and almost choked to death on the piece of beef in his mouth.

"Mr. Qin, what's wrong with you? We don't have any girls here today! We didn't ask for internet celebrities either. You can't be so disgusted by such dirty talk, right?"

Qin Ming drank several mouthfuls of water before he swallowed the food stuck in his throat.

"I haven't eaten yet today. I'm too hungry, so I ate in a hurry. You're overthinking it."