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nAfter Qiao Qing made this statement, she walked right past him.

nThe check got stuck against the man’s chest, then it slowly fell into his hand.

nAfter being stunned for a long time, he finally realized what Qiao Qing had said.

nJust as he was about to laugh at how this high schooler tried to play cool, he froze when he looked at the piece of paper in his hand.

nThe piece of paper wasn’t just paper filled with doodles. It was a real check issued and authorized by the bank.

nEvery detail she filled out was correct and valid.

nShe actually wrote him a $1,000,000,000RMB check!

nA high school student?

nThen, he remembered what she said and his face turned black. This girl cold-shouldered his third brother?

nOr was she letting him off right now in order to catch him later?

nHe was just about to turn around and ask for more details when he found that she had disappeared.

nWhen Qiao Qing was about to get home, a black Audi suddenly pulled over.

nQi Feng rolled down the window and asked in a fluster, “Ms. Qiao, the Sect leader had been shot and needs immediate medical help. Please come with me.”

nQiao Qing frowned, “Why was he hit? Why didn’t you find a doctor?”

nQi Feng didn’t answer her first ask and merely said, “The leader refused. He insisted on going back to the Jing Sect and he kept on shouting Ms. Qiao’s name.”

nQiao Qing sighed and then pulled open the door, “Let’s go.”

nThe car drove all the way to the Jing Sect. After Qiao Qing got off the car, she followed the familiar route and came to Feng Heng’s room.

nWhen she saw the man lying there with a pale face, her heart dropped.

nThe hands that were in her pockets subconsciously pulled out. She quickened her steps.

nQi Feng brought over the medical kit right away and placed it by Qiao Qing.

nThen, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

nAfter all that, he swept the sweat off his forehead.

nAs expected, only Ms. Qiao can deal with the Sect Leader’s capricious personality.

nBased on how the wound looked, Qiao Qing knew right away that the bullet hadn’t been removed. After she organized the different medical tools, she began to unbutton his shirt.

nHowever, when her hand touched his collar, it was slapped away, “Scram! I want Qingqing!”

nQiao Qing’s bottom lip quivered. “It’s me.”

nWhen he heard her voice, Feng Heng opened his eyes wide.

nThen, he held onto her hand and said, “I’m sorry, Qingqing. I didn’t know. Did I hurt you?”

nQiao Qing ignored him and took back her hand. She then went to unbutton his shirt.

nAs she worked her way down, she said calmly, “Why did you get shot? Why didn’t you find a doctor?”

nFeng Heng gently coughed. His face reddened a little, “I was a little distracted. Plus, I don’t want other people to see my body.”

nQiao Qing’s fingers paused. Then, she moved on as if nothing happened.

nExpressionlessly, she began to clean, disinfect, and numb… only when she was about to pull out the bullet did she say, “Endure this.”

nThough she had warned him, Feng Heng couldn’t help but muffle a cry.

nWhen she began to apply medicine, Feng Heng asked with a white face, “The seventh young master of the Jun clan is not a kind man. Can you handle him? If you can’t, I can help you deal with him.”

nQiao Qing answered, “There’s no need. If he has the ability to get that Jun Yexuan away from me, then I will need to thank him.”

nFeng Heng’s eyes brightened upon those words, “So that means, you don’t like Jun Yexuan. Is that right?”

nQiao Qing’s tone was formal, “Feng Heng, it doesn’t matter if I like him or not. You and I are just friends.”

nThe look in Feng Heng’s eyes darkened. Next, that bright voice of his ensued, “I’m good as long as you don’t like him. That means I still have a chance.”

nQiao Qing sighed and no longer argued against him on this topic. “Can you sit up?”

n“Of course.” The corner of Feng Heng’s lips curled up. He then used his arms to push himself to a sitting position.

nQiao Qing took off his dress shirt. Her arms went around his shoulders as she began to wrap bandages around him.

nJust then, someone knocked.

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