Quinn gazes at her coldly, “Haven’t you heard it clearly? Ok, I repeat it. I have never thought of marrying you! Do you think I have no idea of what you have done in the name of my wife? How much dirty money have you got in my name? For the sake of my parents’ faces, I turn a blind eye to it. You really take yourselves seriously!”
Two men in black quickly carry Yaffe who is in a coma to them.
The Wen family’s faces turned ghastly white.
Quinn takes Yaffe from one of the man in black. Seeing the scratches on her body, he becomes angrier, “Wait for next Monday’s stock market. You’ll see how your company goes bankrupt.”
After saying so, he leaves with Yaffe in his arms.
The Wen family is left alone who doesn’t dare to breathe air.
**
Yaffe wakes up because of pain of the wounds. She sees Quinn putting medicine on her wounds.
She is so painful that she breathes deeply and roars, “Ache, ache, ache. Rich Man, can you be professional?! Your way of putting medicine on wounds can make a dead man jump out of the grave to scold you!”
Quinn is very anxious to pour all iodine onto her wounds, “You deserve pains. Don’t you have the common sense of security?!”
“Sorry, I’m too professional. It never occurred to me that a delicate and weak sheep can be so cruel. I’ll be cautious next time.” Thinking of what’s happened today, she feels scared.
She really doesn’t know Molly Mo is such kind of person.
There is an old saying that people can never judge a person based on his appearance. Why doesn’t Molly behave this old saying?
Molly looks pretty and innocent, but she is so cruel.
Molly wants her to die!
How dare Molly speak it out without hesitation and difficulties?
As a doctor uses to death, she cherishes life rather than treat it with indifference. Why does Molly ignore life?
Quinn touches the scratches on Yaffe’s face, “If you do it again, I won’t be polite.”
“No, I won’t. I’m not a fool. Since I know Molly dislikes me, then why do I try to win her favour? That’s ridiculous.” Yaffe winks at him, asking, “Rich Man, will you take revenge for me like Helen of Troy? Will you make the Wen family business into troubles or destroy their anchor point in business?”
Feeling interested, Quinn asks her, “How many soap operas have you seen?”
“Is it your only response? I’m heartbroken.” Yaffe touches her chest without sincerity, about to get out of the bed.
“What are you doing? Your injuries haven’t healed. Why are you going around?”
“For the meal. How can I make your parents and Willouphy wait for me?”
“Do you know the time?”
“What time is it?”
Quinn gives her the phone.
She scrolls the screen, finding it is already 9:30 at night.
“Have I been in a coma for so long?”
“Or?”
“I’ll go to hospital for cranial CT tomorrow in case of cerebral concussion.”
Quinn puts the iodine back into the medicine cabinet, “Get out of the bed and have a walk to see where else you feel uncomfortable.”
Yaffe gets out of the bed carefully. She walks a few steps, finding nothing serious unless the pain coming from her knees.
As she is about to explain to Quinn, she finds herself lift up.
Quinn holds her in his arms and goes downstairs quickly.
Quinn looks down at the woman in his arms who has a delicate and fair face. Now she looks at him, flushed and stunned.
Her innocent look at present is more attractive than usual when she always behaves a noisy, gay and boisterous manner.
Yaffe doesn’t know how to describe her feeling at the moment.
Should she feel lucky that Quinn is able to hold her in arms without feeling tired despite her height of 1. 7 metres? Should she think this handsome and rich man is charming whatever he does?
Yaffe doesn’t come to reality until she is safely put on the chair in the dining hall.
Quinn takes away the insulation cover and the dishes are still steaming, “You’d better eat quickly or they won’t taste nice.”
Yaffe feels warm in heart, “Thank you, Rich Man.”
After saying so, she starts to clean up the food.
Seeing her enjoying food, Quinn feels obscurely satisfied.
It is his first time to see a person eat the dishes made by him in such a rude way. Can’t she pretend to be a lady and eat politely?
Quinn finds Yaffe has no willingness to be a lady. So he looks down to scroll his phone.
Quirico Kong sends him a message via WeChat.
Quirico: What has the Wen family offended you? Molly called me just now and kept crying. She asked me to persuade you not to make their family business bankrupt.
Quinn: Stay away from this matter. You’d better pretend to know nothing about it.
Quirico: It seems very serious. What on earth happened?
Quinn tells him what happened today briefly.
Quirico keeps silent for a while and then replies, “Shit. It was really difficult to imagine Molly could be so cruel.”
Quinn: Don’t tell Aydin Wen about it.
Quirico: I won’t. Aydin has nothing to do with the Wen family since a long time ago. The Wen family is f*cking bad. When your elder brother died, they tried to disassociate themselves from you. Later you made the business scale 2 times larger than before, they tried to get benefit from you again. Really disgusting. I used to think Molly was different, but actually she was the same.
Quinn: You seem to have a lot of complaints. Why?
Quirico: Shit. I complain about the injustice they’ve done to you. Don’t you like it?
Quinn: Can’t I do it myself? Do I need you to call for justice for me?
Quirico: Okay. I know it’s the way you are. Next week Caelan is leaving. Will you join us for a drink?
Quinn: Sure.
Quirico: Such a straightforward reply. Is Willouphy ok?
Quinn: He’s good these days. You can get together in my villa and I’ll formally introduce my wife to you.
Quirico: Ok. Let me make an appointment with them.
Quinn: Ok. My father-in-law’s trouble has been solved. I owe you.
Quirico: Take it as a wedding gift.
Quinn finishes chatting and finds Yaffe has nearly finished all food on the table.
Noticing his eyesight, Yaffe clears her throat and belatedly feels a bit embarrassed, “Er, don’t tell me you haven’t had dinner yet.”
“If I say no, can you vomit what you have swallowed?”
“If you can accept it, I can try reluctantly.”
Quinn looks down at the phone, “How can you finish so much food in only 3 minutes?”
“That’s because none of your friends is a doctor, especially an emergency physician who has meals like participating a battle. They are ready for the operation room at any time. Without 2 hours, they’re unlikely to come out of the operation room. So if we don’t eat quickly, we’re likely to die of hunger.”
She explains in a relaxed way rather than complain about it. Quinn asks curiously, “Your work seems very tough. Why do you wanna be a doctor? You can be an architect like your Dad.”