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"Tsk, why are you asking me to do all sorts of things, like finding things?" Shen Yan asked, puzzled.

Qin Song raised an eyebrow and answered honestly, "Although it's a bit embarrassing, I have to admit that I am indeed inferior to you in some aspects. For example, power, money, and connections."

"Huh?" Shen Yanhui was amused by her words.

Qin Song took a sip of the juice the waiter had just brought over, looked down at his hands, and said, "Just like you said, I'm a fake heiress who was kicked out of the Qin family. My reputation is ruined, and the key is that I have no money, no power, and no connections. I don't even know how to investigate anything."

"But you are different. As the daughter of the Shen Group, you have money and connections. Things that are difficult for me are trivial matters that you can solve with a wave of your hand."

"Although I'm often too proud to admit my mistakes, I'm also occasionally self-aware. I know I can't do these things on my own, so I thought I'd take advantage of you. Our relationship isn't exactly good, but it's not so bad that we'd never speak to each other again."

"So you're so sure I'll agree to your deal?" Shen Yan replied, picking up where Qin Song left off.

Qin Song nodded: "You could say that."

"Hmph," Shen Yanhui picked up the mug in front of her and drank the last bit of coffee in one gulp. "You're quite the schemer."

Qin Song smiled slightly: "Scheming and ambition are never derogatory terms. People are selfish. If someone can't even scheme, then they are too stupid."

"Well said." Shen Yan put down her cup and praised Qin Song sincerely for the first time. "Qin Song, if we weren't on opposing sides, I would really like to be friends with someone like you."

Qin Song picked up his bag and said as he stood up, "I charge protection money when I make friends. If you can afford it, then pay up."

“…Huh?” Shen Yanhui knew she was joking, but still didn’t understand the abstract meaning behind her joke.

"I'm leaving." The deal was done, and she had nothing more to say to Shen Yan. With those two casual words, she picked up her bag and turned to leave.

This time, Shen Yan didn't angrily hurl harsh words at her retreating figure as he usually did.

She waved to the waiter and ordered the same juice as Qin Song.

The juices at this cafe are all freshly squeezed. When the waiter placed a full glass of juice with a sweet aroma in front of her, she saw plump fruit pieces floating and sinking in the clear glass as the juice was shaken.

"It looks pretty good," she said, looking at the juice in her glass. "It's just a pity I don't like juice. I didn't like it before, and I still don't."

Just like her and Qin Song, although she does admire Qin Song's personality, because of their different positions, she will never truly reconcile with Qin Song.

……

Everything went smoothly today, and Qin Song returned early, just as Pei Xingzhi had hoped.

When she returned to the ward, Pei Xingzhi was having his dressing changed. The doctor removed all the gauze, big and small, from his body, cleaned the blood and pus from his wounds with tweezers and sterile cotton swabs, then applied new medicine to the wounds and re-bandaged them with clean gauze.

The process was slow and painful, but Pei Xingzhi remained silent throughout. If it weren't for the tightly furrowed brows and the fine layer of sweat on his forehead, Qin Song would have almost thought he had a problem with his pain perception.

"All done." After bandaging the last wound, the doctor casually tossed the tweezers and dirty cotton swabs into the metal tray in the nurse's hand.

"Due to the weather, Mr. Pei has several wounds that show signs of infection. His family must be extremely careful when bathing him, and absolutely must not let his wounds get wet, understand?"

Pei's mother nodded repeatedly: "I understand, thank you, doctor."

The doctor waved his hand and turned to walk towards the door: "Get some rest. If you need anything, just press the call button by your bedside."

Pei's mother: "Eh."

Then, turning to look at Qin Song, she smiled and said, "Now that Xiao Song is back, I can go home and heat up my dinner without worry."

Qin Song: "Go ahead, Xingzhi, I'll take care of things here."

“Okay.” Pei’s mother picked up her bag from the sofa and left the ward with light steps.

"Ouch...that hurts!"

As soon as Pei's mother left, Pei Xingzhi clutched the wound on his chest, frowned, and cried out in pain.

Qin Song quickly went to his side and asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you."

Pei Xingzhi shook his head: "There's no way to blow through it. I can't feel it if you blow through a thick layer of gauze."

Qin Song was at a loss: "What should I do? How can I help alleviate some of your pain?"

"..." Pei Xingzhi didn't say anything, but closed his eyes and gently raised his chin.

His intention was obvious: he wanted another kiss.

"..." Qin Song reached out and pinched his lips. "Let me show you something. I guarantee it will be more effective than a kiss."

Pei Xingzhi opened his eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved: "What is it?"

Qin Song: "Wait for me a moment."

She turned and walked to the clutter table, taking out a small, square box about the size of her palm from her handbag.

The box is entirely black, with only a simple logo pattern painted on the top.

Pei Xingzhi opened his eyes wide with curiosity: "What is this?"

Qin Song sat down by the hospital bed and slowly opened the box under his nervous yet expectant gaze.

"...A watch?" Pei Xingzhi asked in surprise.

Qin Song handed the watch to him, suddenly feeling a little shy: "The watch, the watch I bought for you. Although it's not very expensive, it's the first thing I've officially given you."

Qin Song spent over a week choosing this watch before buying it. The price wasn't expensive; it cost less than ten thousand yuan.

The watch's overall design leans towards a somber style, perfectly matching Pei Xing's reserved and composed demeanor. The slightly wide, dark metal strap perfectly supports Pei Xing's strong and slender wrist. The meteorite dial is unique and timeless; the entire dial emits a distinctive, subtle shimmer in sunlight without needing to be set with diamonds.

Although the black and white combination is somewhat ordinary, its exquisite workmanship and special materials make it stand out.

"..." Pei Xingzhi stared at Qin Song for a while before carefully taking the watch from him. The watch wasn't heavy, but Pei Xingzhi's hand inexplicably trembled a little.

"You... this is the watch you gave me?" he asked uncertainly.

Qin Song nodded: "It's a gift from me. I bought it with my own salary. What do you think? Do you like it?"

Pei Xingzhi's voice trembled slightly: "I like it, I like it very much. But why did you choose to give me a watch instead of something else?"