Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 143 We're at the hospital right away

Even though she has kissed many times and done more intimate things hundreds of times, she still has a pure and shy feeling in front of outsiders, like she is just starting to fall in love.

Many people say that love has an expiration date; once the novelty wears off and the passion fades, love will grow weaker.

Shen Guining didn't know if they would be like this in the future, but at least for now, she didn't feel that way at all.

On the contrary, certain desires are becoming increasingly strong.

Although he never said the word "love," his every word and action was enough for Shen Guining to feel that word.

She scrolled through her phone until 10 p.m., but still couldn't fall asleep. She threw off the covers and got out of bed to find Qu Yanci.

She knocked very lightly on the door of the study.

A voice came from inside, "Come in."

Shen Guining turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to go inside.

Qu Yanci looked up from the document. "What's wrong?"

Shen Guining walked to his desk and said in a low voice, "I can't sleep."

Qu Yanci glanced at the computer screen. "I have a meeting. Wait for me for half an hour."

"Then can I wait here for you?" Shen Guining assured her, "I won't make a sound and disturb you."

Qu Yanci raised his hand to gesture, "Come here."

Shen Guining walked around the desk and had just reached his side when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she fell onto his lap.

The pajamas are thin, and the satin fabric has a smooth and delicate texture.

With no barrier to body temperature, she could clearly feel the firm thigh muscles beneath her buttocks.

On the bed, the lines become more taut and powerful when pressure is applied.

Shen Guining quickly stopped her thoughts and quietly leaned against him.

The online meeting started, and five or six profile pictures appeared on the screen. Jason was in charge of hosting the meeting, which was conducted entirely in English.

When they reported on their work, Qu Yanci only listened, occasionally asking questions that were sharp and incisive, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

The sense of oppression is intense, emanating from the authority of the superior, with a cold aura that cannot be diminished even through the screen.

Shen Guining sensed that the people opposite her were too afraid to even breathe loudly, lest they make a mistake.

She could understand the instinct of working people to fear their superiors.

The many technical terms I couldn't understand sounded like a lullaby, especially Qu Yanci's voice, which was deep, mellow, and had standard pronunciation, so pleasant that it made me drowsy.

His hand rested on her waist and gently massaged it with just the right amount of pressure. Before she knew it, his hand slipped under her clothes and moved upwards.

After taking a shower, she wasn't wearing any underwear, which made things even easier for him.

Shen Guining's heart skipped a few beats, and the sleepiness she had just accumulated vanished instantly.

A tingling, numb sensation washes over you.

The meeting was not over yet, and he was multitasking. He appeared serious and solemn on the surface, but who would have thought that his actions were so... frivolous.

Shen Guining bit her lower lip, afraid that the sound would escape from between her lips and teeth.

But he didn't restrain himself at all, his movements were uneven, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

When the meeting ended, Shen Guining finally couldn't help but glare at him accusingly, "You did that on purpose."

Her voice sounded more like a coquettish complaint.

Qu Yanci looked down at her, a smile curving his lips. "You can speak, baby."

"You're in a meeting, how can I..."

"I turned off my microphone."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Shen Guining widened her eyes and slapped him. "You're so bad, Qu Yanci."

Her strength was negligible, barely noticeable, more like flirting.

Qu Yanci turned off the computer, picked her up, and walked out. "Let's go to sleep."

Shen Guining can confirm that the word "sleep" he used was a verb.
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On her second day in Munich, Shen Guining took another day to catch up on sleep. She stayed in her hotel room during the day and didn't go anywhere. In the evening, she accompanied Qu Yan to a social event at a club.

The private club is located in the most bustling commercial district, where luxury cars are frequently seen.

The club is lavishly decorated, boasts a rich art collection and top-notch services, and caters exclusively to the elite.

Shen Guining rarely comes into contact with this social class.

They switched between German and English to communicate.

She couldn't understand, so she sat silently next to Qu Yanci, eating and scrolling through her phone. After half an hour, she couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go out for some fresh air.

Qu Yanci was naturally worried, so he sent a bodyguard to accompany her.

Shen Guining left the private room and went downstairs for a casual stroll.

The second and third floors have a connected open exhibition hall, which features rare and unique items from the last century, including various famous paintings, lamps, antique jewelry, and more.

After touring the area, Shen Guining returned to the corridor and stood by the railing, looking down at the second floor.

The opulent decor made it feel like money was everywhere.

She had just eaten some salty snacks in the private room and was a little thirsty, so she turned to her bodyguard and said, "Could you get me a glass of orange juice?"

"Then please wait here for me, Miss."

"Ah."

The bodyguard turned to find a staff member.

Shen Guining leaned against the railing, looking down at her phone.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out nearby, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

"Stop!"

“Catch him!”

Shen Guining looked up at the sound and saw several burly bodyguards chasing after them. The person being chased at the front was a familiar face.

Zhou Shilin ran towards the stairwell and bumped into Shen Guining next to him. He immediately changed his mind and ran straight towards her.

Shen Guining had no time to react before he was firmly held in his grasp.

The phone fell from my palm and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Zhou Shilin's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped her neck tightly. "Shen Guining, how could I see you here! What a small world!"

"Cough cough..." Shen Guining had difficulty breathing and coughed until her face turned red.

Zhou Shilin used her as a hostage, pointing at the bodyguards and threatening, "Don't come any closer, or I'll push her down!"

Shen Guining's upper body was hanging outside the railing, her neck was being choked, and she had no chance to break free.

The lead bodyguard stopped and said expressionlessly, "Her life or death is none of our business."

Zhou Shilin frowned and raised his voice to stop them, "Stop! Do you know who her man is?"

"Her man is rich! I will pay back all the money I owe you!"

The bodyguard was skeptical. "Eighty million US dollars? Are you sure?"

Zhou Shilin affirmed, "Of course!"

After saying that, he immediately pressed Shen Guining, "Is Qu Yanci here?"

A rough voice followed, "Make him pay back the eighty million dollars for me, or I'll drag you down with me!"

Shen Guining felt oxygen-deprived, her heart pounding in her throat. "You... let me go... cough cough..."

Zhou Shilin gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, "I'm in this state entirely because of you! Shen Guining!"

If he hadn't been forcibly sent abroad, he wouldn't have been abandoned by the Zhou family, wouldn't have become addicted to gambling and drugs, and wouldn't have accumulated huge debts.

All the trouble stems from that despicable woman, Shen Guining.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated her, and he tightened his grip, wishing he could strangle her to death.

The bodyguards, unable to understand their Chinese, lost patience and approached step by step, saying, "You're not just playing with us, are you?"

Zhou Shilin dragged Shen Guining back to the edge of the steps, saying, "Don't come any closer! I absolutely didn't lie to you!"

"Don't go over there!" another voice urgently stopped her. "Don't hurt her! If you want to leave here alive today!"

He had only gone to get a glass of juice; he never expected Miss Stella to be in danger. If something happened to her, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Mr. Vince. The commotion grew, attracting more and more onlookers, and some staff members had already secretly called the police.

Zhou Shilin loosened his grip slightly and glared fiercely at Shen Guining. "Contact Qu Yanci right now and have him prepare the money for me!"

Shen Guining was briefly able to catch her breath, her neck red from being choked, and she coughed violently, "You... let me go first..."

"You're my cash cow. I wonder how much you're worth in Qu Yanci's heart." Zhou Shilin stared at her with eyes as sharp as a venomous snake. "Do you want to know too?"

Shen Guining's breathing trembled, and her eyelashes fluttered.

Zhou Shilin has gone mad.

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out unexpectedly, followed by chaotic screams from the scene.

Shen Guining heard the sound of a bullet slicing through the air and piercing flesh, and her mind went blank for a moment.

The bullet struck Zhou Shilin squarely in the shoulder, blood instantly staining his clothes, and a tearing pain swept through his entire body.

Shen Guining snapped out of her shock and took the opportunity to push his hand away and break free.

Zhou Shilin's eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was filled with rage. With his last ounce of strength, he grabbed her hand and shoved her violently down the stairs. "I want you to die with me!"

"what--"

Shen Guining lost her balance, twisted her ankle, and tumbled down the stairs.

The bodyguard rushed to save the person, but it was too late.

When Qu Yanci arrived, he saw Shen Guining fall down the last step, her forehead bleeding, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

His vision blurred for a moment, his heart clenched, and he felt suffocated.

For the first time, he rushed to Shen Guining's side in a flustered manner, picked her up without hesitation, but his movements were very careful.

"Get the car ready, we're going to the hospital!"

A somber, low voice rolled over his throat, like falling into an ice cellar, chilling to the bone, sending shivers down one's spine.

The bodyguard immediately arranged for a driver to pick him up at the clubhouse entrance.

On the way to the hospital, Qu Yanci held Shen Guining in his arms, his hands icy cold.

The person in his arms was pale, with bloodstains on their forehead and face, bright red and glaring, like a fragile porcelain doll. He didn't even dare to exert any force.

"It's okay, baby, we'll get to the hospital right away."

Knowing she was unconscious and couldn't hear, perhaps he was just trying to comfort himself.
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Shen Guining was unconscious for a day and a night. When she woke up, she smelled a strong disinfectant odor in her nose.

She slowly opened her eyes, still not used to the light, her eyelids opening slightly before being forced to close again.

A large hand shielded her in time.

A familiar voice came from beside me, "You're awake."

Shen Guining opened her eyes again, moved her lips, her throat dry and hoarse, "I..."

Qu Yanci took the thermos from the bedside table, opened the lid, and held the straw to her lips. "Drink some water."

Shen Guining opened her mouth and took it in, gently sucking twice.

Warm water soothes the throat and relieves soreness.

Belatedly, I felt a dull ache in my forehead, and my brain seemed to explode as memories flooded back.

At the club, Zhou Shilin pushed her down the stairs.

Now my right leg is in a cast, and the slightest movement sends excruciating pain through my nerves, making me break out in a cold sweat.

Qu Yanci stopped him, "Don't move."

Ignoring the pain, Shen Guining grabbed his hand in a panic and asked anxiously, "Is my foot injury serious? Will it affect my dancing in the future?"

Qu Yanci's fingertips paused slightly, then enveloped her hand. "No, take good care of your injury, you'll recover."

Shen Guining didn't believe it. "I need to ask the doctor."

Qu Yanci gently stroked the back of her hand with his warm fingertips. "Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

Shen Guining looked at him pleadingly, "Could you call a doctor for me?"

Qu Yanci felt a pang in his heart, and his throat bobbed slightly. "Fine."

He reached out and pressed the call button on the bedside table.

Soon, the attending physician entered the room with two nurses.

This doctor is one of Germany's most authoritative orthopedic surgeons, with over thirty years of medical experience.

"Is something wrong?" he asked in English.

Shen Guining asked, "Will my foot injury affect my dancing in the future? Please tell me the truth."

"The ankle fracture was successfully treated with surgery. With proper rest and recovery, you can certainly continue dancing," the doctor added. "However, the recovery process should not be rushed, and you should not attempt any high-difficulty moves within a year."

Shen Guining was stunned, and muttered dejectedly, "Within a year..."

But the chief selection is coming up soon.

Qu Yanci held her hand to comfort her, "It's okay, we'll have another chance after you recover."

Shen Guining's eyes stung, her eyelashes fluttered slowly, and she gave a very soft "hmm".

She comforted herself, at least she could still dance.

The doctor left after performing a post-operative check-up and finding no problems.

Qu Yanci sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to tidy the hair behind her ear. "Are you hungry? How about some porridge, or wontons or noodles?"

Shen Guining remained silent for a long time before absentmindedly saying, "...porridge."

"Okay." Qu Yanci took the phone and instructed someone to do it.

Shen Guining stared blankly at the ceiling, her forehead bandaged, making her face look even smaller and bloodless.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Qu Yanci's voice pulled her back to reality.

Shen Guining blinked her dry eyes, her gaze gradually focusing as she noticed the bloodshot veins in his eyes. She spoke softly, "I'm sorry, I made you worry."

She was too obedient, and Qu Yanci's heart softened. "Why are you apologizing to me, silly girl?"

Shen Guining pursed her lips, "You haven't had a proper rest."

Qu Yanci reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "Don't worry about me. You're a patient now."

Later, the assistant brought over millet porridge and pork rib soup, both prepared by a nutritionist.

After being fed, Shen Guining went back to sleep.

Qu Yanci drew the curtains and left the ward.

The assistant waited at the door. "Sir, Zhou Shilin has been arrested by the police. It is said that he owes 80 million US dollars at the gambling table. Even if he gets out, he will likely be in grave danger."

Qu Yanci's eyes were gloomy, and his voice was cold and deep, "Have someone take good care of him."

"In addition, we will acquire the Zhou family's scattered shares."
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After spending half a month in the hospital, Shen Guining was so bored that she just wanted to go home.

"Please take me back to China."

"You've been here for so long, what about your company?"

Qu Yanci sat down next to her and peeled a banana for her. "It's all arranged, you don't need to worry."

Shen Guining was unwilling to give up and tugged at his sleeve, "I miss Ruby, I want to go home."

Qu Yanci remained unmoved. "I'll have someone bring it over."

"..."

Shen Guining disagreed, saying, "Pet transport is too much of a hassle."

He said, "Then let's wait a little longer."

Shen Guining pressed further, "How long do you mean by 'wait a little longer'? How many days exactly? Explain yourself clearly."

Qu Yanci stuffed a banana into her mouth, saying, "Wait a few days to observe her after the stitches are removed."

Shen Guining took a bite and said as she ate, "Don't lie to me."

"Mmm." Qu Yanci gently pinched her cheek.

Shen Guining reluctantly accepted.