Qin Hanyue didn't care at all, and instead had a little appreciation for Qiao Ying. He was very polite and said, "I'm sorry for my abruptness."
You're not being abrupt, you're being bold to the point of daydreaming. Qiao Ying silently complained to himself, then stood up and said, "I won't eat anymore, we can eat together next ti there's a chance."
"The food's already been made." Zhang Chengyong stood up as well, busy asking, "Are you in a hurry to get back to Yuncheng?"
"Yeah." Qiao Ying didn't explain further.
The only reason she had agreed to Zhang Chengyong's enthusiastic invitation was because of his identity—when she heard the young assistant outside the mall entrance call him "Principal Zhang," she had guessed Zhang Chengyong's identity.
She didn't care about herself, she just wanted to pave the way for Qiao Yi, who would also be taking the Capital University entrance exam in the future. So she took this opportunity to get acquainted with the principal of Capital University, which wasn't a bad thing.
But this al... She subtly glanced at Qin Hanyue.
"Well, since you're in a hurry, I won't force you to stay either. Can I get your contact information?"
"No need. I'll definitely attend Capital University in September, see you then." After Qiao Ying finished speaking, she declined Zhang Chengyong's offer to see her off, picked up her things and left.
Qiao Ying's composure and confidence that seeped from her bones gave Zhang Chengyong a great impression.
Even though his offer to see her off was declined, Zhang Chengyong still had his assistant escort her out.
Qin Hanyue watched Qiao Ying leave for a while. Lowering his eyes, he discovered the prescription on the table.
He reached out and picked it up.
The words on the paper flowed like a dragon or snake, smooth as flowing clouds and water.
The handwriting looked a little familiar.
Qin Hanyue asked, "This is..."
Zhang Chengyong looked over. "It's the prescription the young lady wrote for ."
Qin Hanyue held the prescription and looked at it for a mont, then put it down and stood up.
Seeing him stand up and tidy up his clothes, Zhang Chengyong asked, "What, are you leaving too? Not keeping this old man company for a al?"
"So other day, I'll go deliver her on your behalf." Qin Hanyue finished speaking and headed out.
"Deliver who?" Zhang Chengyong was puzzled.
Just then the assistant ca over with a phone. "Principal Zhang, the school called."
Zhang Chengyong took the phone and held it to his ear.
He heard the other end excitedly tell him, "Old Zhang, co quick! That genius who was answering questions on the forum has shown up at our school right now!"
When Qiao Ying left, she saw the black Maybach parked at the door.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and doubled back to walk around behind the car to check the license plate.
[Beijing A0000]
Was the person in the car that day Qin Hanyue?
Or was it Qin Yuchen?
Or were both of them there?
Qiao Ying clearly felt the people in the car watching her at the ti, so she was certain they had deliberately co to her neighborhood because of her that day.
Qiao Ying left carrying her things. She hadn't gone very far when the black Maybach stopped next to her before she could even hail a taxi.
Qin Yan jumped out of the driver's seat, opened the back door and said to Qiao Ying, "Miss Qiao, my boss wants to give you a ride on Principal Zhang's behalf. Please get in the car."
Qiao Ying looked at Qin Yan, then looked inside the car—all she could see in her line of vision were the man's slender trouser legs and the shiny black leather shoes below the pant legs.
After thinking for a mont, Qiao Ying handed her large bag of dicine to Qin Yan.
Qin Yan was caught off guard and hurriedly took hold of it. He watched as Qiao Ying got directly into the car, and thought: "She's really not standing on ceremony."
Qin Yan closed the door for her, then put the large bag of stuff in the passenger seat.
"Be gentle with it, the stuff wasn't cheap," Qiao Ying reminded.
If she hadn't been broke, Qiao Ying definitely wouldn't have taken those two ginseng roots worth 3 million from Older Ming. She could only make it up to him after she had money again in the future.
"Got it." That was what Qin Yan said, but what he thought was, how expensive could it be?
Qin Yan got in the car and asked, "Miss Qiao, where to?"
Qiao Ying: "Yinghao Hotel."
Yinghao Hotel? She's really willing to spend money. Even the lowest nightly rate there is 100,000 yuan. She must have spent almost all of the 100,000 yuan that Young Master Qin Yuchen gave her, Qin Yan thought to himself. Then he asked, "Picking up luggage?"
Qiao Ying had just said at Principal Zhang's that she was hurrying back to Yuncheng, so Qin Yan assud Qiao Ying would say the airport or train station.
"Yeah." Qiao Ying was too lazy to explain further. After all, she didn't expect Qin Hanyue to be so free that he would send her to the hotel to get her luggage and then nicely drive her to the airport afterwards.
However, Qin Hanyue saw through Qiao Ying's perfunctory response.
Qin Yan started the engine and the black Maybach gradually rged into traffic.
"Did Miss Qiao make a special trip to the capital to buy so much dicine for a sick family mber?" Qin Hanyue took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"I guess so. That dicine was bought for my brother to soak his feet in."
Soak his feet? Qin Yan's facial features twitched uncontrollably. He couldn't help but glance sideways at the large bag of Chinese herbs next to him.
Expensive dicine for soaking feet? And what was with the "I guess so"? Was soone sick or not? Just soaking for fun?
"Principal Zhang's illness is a chronic problem, hereditary migraines. Older Ming from Ming Shan Hall used to give him acupuncture treatnts to alleviate it, but that could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. From what Principal Zhang said earlier, it seems Miss Qiao has so expertise in acupuncture and considerable dical skills. For Miss Qiao to have such accomplishnts at such a young age is truly remarkable. I wonder if Miss Qiao is self-taught in these dical techniques and acupuncture, or..."
"Self-taught. Just fooling around."
She dared to acupuncture people just by fooling around, and even cured them? Either she was a genius being modest, or she was bluffing. Qin Yan thought.
Qin Hanyue of course could tell that Qiao Ying didn't want to talk to him much, but today he chose to be impolite for once.
So he continued asking, "Miss Qiao must be a high school senior, right? May I ask if you're in sciences or humanities? Are you very interested in computers?"
Unexpectedly, Qiao Ying shot back at him, "Is Mr. Qin very interested in ?"
Qiao Ying rested her elbow on the window, her hand propping up the side of her head. She looked at Qin Hanyue with a seemingly smiling yet not smiling expression. Her entire being exuded a kind of indescribable laziness and nonchalance, yet also had a prickly sharpness to it, giving off a feeling of hidden barbs. Her tone deliberately carried so flirtatiousness.
Up front driving, Qin Yan almost choked on his own saliva.
Did the boss just get teased by a young girl?! No, given her tone, the boss was clearly getting hit on!
Qin Hanyue gave a wry laugh.
Previously, he had heard his nephew Qin Yuchen say many tis that this girl was very special, but Qin Hanyue had felt that Qin Yuchen had rose-colored glasses for Qiao Ying.
Now it seed that he had been too superficial. This girl really was special.
"Although it's a bit abrupt, if I said yes, would Miss Qiao answer my questions?" Qin Hanyue looked at her.
As the outside world's impression of him, Qin Hanyue was exactly the sa—cultured, gentlemanly and polite.
But at the sa ti, the outside world also spread that he was cruel and sinister, with vicious thods. Even the Qin Group's businesses were half legitimate, half underground, especially abroad.
The corners of Qiao Ying's mouth turned up slightly as she spat out two words: "No way." Then she added, "But I want to hear you ask."
"Oh?" Qin Hanyue's voice turned low and magnetic, the drawn out hum at the end seductively beguiling.
"I'm curious how many questions you have about in your mind." How could Qiao Ying not sense that Qin Hanyue was probing her?
What exactly was Qin Hanyue suspicious about concerning her? Had he just found out that she had saved Qin Yuchen, or did he also recognize that she was the one he had confronted that night? Even if he did recognize her, she was just a hacker. Why would the esteed Chairman of Qin Group go through so much trouble?
Or was the Qin Group really lacking in tech personnel?
Qin Hanyue hadn't expected Qiao Ying to ask directly.
At this mont, the sky had already darkened outside. The interior lights of the car were off, and the dim compartnt was lit only by passing streetlights. The two looked at each other, their gazes eting.
The atmosphere suddenly beca sharp.
Just then, at a red light, the car stopped. Imdiately the interior flooded with light—Qin Yan had turned on the light.
Both people's features were instantly illuminated clearly and brightly, with nothing left to hide.
Up front, Qin Yan sensed sothing off, but before he could turn to look, a Lamborghini sports car pulled up next to them like a swift arrow, the screeching brake sound especially grating.
The sports car was also blasting loud heavy tal music.
Qin Yan frowned, glanced at the sports car next to them, and happened to et eyes with the owner.
Qin Yan didn't get a good look before withdrawing his gaze.
Suddenly the music stopped. Qin Yan thought, finally his eardrums could rest. But instead, he heard excited shouting coming from the sports car next to them: "Hey! Hey hey!"
Qin Yan looked again to see the sports car owner waving at them excitedly.
No, he seed to be waving at Qiao Ying.
Was this her friend? Qin Yan glanced back at Qiao Ying.
"Hey! It's , !" Seeing Qiao Ying ignore him, the sports car owner anxiously leaned halfway out the car.
Only then did Qin Yan realize that wasn't this the precious grandson of the Huo family's Old Master Huo, Young Master Huo Chengdong?
Do Qiao Ying and Huo Chengdong know each other?
"Your friend?" Qin Hanyue's voice rang out as he asked.
Qiao Ying's car window was open. She glanced at Huo Chengdong, who was so excited he could barely keep from jumping out of the car.
"It's , ! Do you rember ?" Huo Chengdong couldn't believe he would run into Qiao Ying in the capital city.
"Don't know you."
Qiao Ying silently retracted her hand that had been resting on the open window, then rolled up the car window.
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