Chapter 32: How Much is Chapter 44 Worth?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Yes.” Although Han Changqing didn’t know his intentions, if Xiao Mohan said to keep her, he must have his reasons! He believed that Xiao Mohan would not let her go so easily.

“How much does the damaged building at the school cost?” Xiao Mohan asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

Surprisingly, Han Changqing raised his head to look at him before answering, “Approximately 50 million.”

“Find an excuse to make Gu Yan clean up the mess.”

Hearing his master’s words, Han Changqing was somewhat taken aback! Xiao Mohan’s mess might be difficult for Gu Yan, who just took up the position, to handle.

However, it seemed unreasonable for him not to take care of such a big issue.

“Yes.” Han Changqing obeyed.

“Handle these matters! Additionally, do not let her know about this.” Xiao Mohan directed.

There are things better left unknown!

“Yes.” Han Changqing responded, and left.

Throughout the long night, Xiao Mohan had his computer on, but he was absent-minded, occasionally reaching out to touch her head!

When he was about to leave, he suddenly smelled something in the air!

He turned back to the bedside, lifted the quilt, only to see her white pajamas being stained red…

“She’s bleeding?” Seeing this, Xiao Mohan turned to leave the room, planning to call for Wen Shui!

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and came back! He reached out to touch her forehead, finding that her fever hadn’t subsided. How could she suddenly start bleeding?

Outside the door, Wen Shui, who had just woken up, was about to enter with his messy short hair, when he saw Xiao Mohan turning around to give him a glance!

Wen Shui lifted his foot but didn’t dare to step forward and eventually, pulled it back.

“Coward!” Wen Shui berated himself. He had always been scared of Xiao Mohan since childhood, yet he enjoyed following him around!

“Can a woman have bleeding in her lower body due to high fever?”

“What kind of bleeding?” Upon hearing this, Wen Shui stepped back outside, maintaining a distance from Xiao Mohan.

Hearing this, Xiao Mohan’s handsome face showed dissatisfaction: “Less nonsense, reasons.”

“There are two possibilities for bleeding, either a miscarriage or menstruation.” Wen Shui, yawning, turned to go back to sleep.

Just as he was turning around, as if he had thought of something, he jumped back.

“You, you’re not…” Wen Shui’s imaginations ran wild! He asked with a mix of curiosity and fear.

“Master, master.” After finishing up, Han Changqing saw him rushing out like the wind!

Standing in the night, he watched the departing car, “Could there be something more urgent than meeting that person?”

The night, at a high-end club in city S!

In a room, the light was dim. In the large private room, one man was sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, another stood by his side.

“Mr. Black, you’ve been waiting for a full ten hours!” Said the secretary softly, reminding him.

The man remained in his posture, taking a sip of tea after hearing the secretary: “Ten hours?”

“Yes.”

The man stood up and strode toward the panoramic window, watching the neon lights of city S, drawing the entire city into a mysterious world.

“Xiao Mohan, made me wait for ten hours.” The man said coldly.

The secretary approached him, saying respectfully, “Mr. Black, you should leave.”

“I should go.” The man murmured, crushed the teacup in his hand. It shattered in his palm, cutting his palm.

“Mr. Black, you’re hurt! I’ll find a doctor.”

“No need, it’s a minor scratch.” The man opened his palm, and fragments of the teacup fell out. He looked at the fresh cut on his palm.

“What are ten hours? The Xiao family…can’t afford to offend them for now!” The man murmured, turning around to leave..