The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1314 Yunrui's sincerity: hysterical like the original wife

During Yang Xiaotang's last three days in the hospital, the sycamore leaves outside the window fell all over the ground.

In the end, she did not contact Gu Yunxi again, but when Yan Wanqing mentioned that the police were going to Lin Xu's apartment to collect evidence, she silently handed over the contact list of the Chinese community in London that she had compiled - it was sent by someone her father asked, and it marked the overseas Chinese leaders who were familiar with the law in each neighborhood.

"Consider it a favor." As she stuffed the form into Yan Wanqing's hand, she raised her chin high, as if she was angry. "But don't let her see me again."

Yan Wanqing looked at her red eyes and nodded. Some reconciliations didn't need to be spoken directly. Perhaps a silent understanding was more suitable for Yang Xiaotang at this moment.

When Qi Ruixiang opened the door, he was greeted by the aroma of cream stew. Gu Yunxi, wearing an off-white apron, was bending over to take out freshly baked bread from the oven, the honey-colored crust still steaming.

"You're back?" She turned around and smiled, the dimples in her eyes slightly dimpled. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Qi Ruixiang paused as he changed his shoes. Gu Yunxi had always been like this these past few days, gentle as a cup of warm water, yet with a vague sense of distance. He wanted to ask about Lin Xu's case, what she did at the hospital, but the words on the tip of his tongue turned into, "Did you go for treatment today?"

"I went." Gu Yunxi put the bread on the dining table. "The doctor said that he is recovering well. He should be able to recover completely in two months."

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the dining table, and the sound of knives and forks hitting the porcelain plates was particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

Qi Ruixiang wanted to mention Yang Xiaotang several times, but Gu Yunxi calmly changed the subject - from the weather in London to the new exhibition in the gallery, from next week's treatment plan to the discount activities in the supermarket, but he avoided the name that both of them knew by heart.

When the dessert was served, Gu Yunxi suddenly tapped the glass lightly with a silver spoon.

"By the way," she looked up at Qi Ruixiang with a faint smile on her face, "I met Miss Yang at the hospital yesterday. Yan Wanqing was busy taking care of her. I didn't expect that Miss Yang is such a good boss."

Qi Ruixiang's grip on the spoon suddenly tightened, the metal edge tingling his palm. He looked at Gu Yunxi's calm profile, and suddenly the bowl of caramel pudding became extremely dazzling.

"You went to see her?" His voice was as dry as sandpaper.

"Well," Gu Yunxi scooped a spoonful of pudding and ate it slowly, "By the way, I brought her some ginger tea. The nurse said she had a fever from being caught in the rain. Young people nowadays really don't know how to take care of themselves."

She paused, and when she raised her eyes, her gaze seemed to be icy.

"But it's true. If you have other things on your mind, how can you take care of your body?"

Qi Ruixiang's Adam's apple rolled violently. He knew what Gu Yunxi was talking about. The guilt and irritation that he had deliberately suppressed now buzzed in his heart like a hornet's nest that had been poked open.

"Yunxi," he put down the spoon, his voice so deep that it seemed like water was about to drip out, "Can we talk properly?"

"Isn't I just talking nicely?" Gu Yunxi blinked, looking innocent. "Did I say something wrong? Miss Yang is in the hospital because..."

She deliberately dragged out her tone, looking at Qi Ruixiang's suddenly tense face,

"... Because you saw us together in the restaurant that day and felt uncomfortable, so you went out in the rain?"

"Do you really have to do this?" Qi Ruixiang's voice suddenly rose, his chest heaving violently. "I've already drawn a line between us! I've done enough! What else do you want from me?"

"I didn't ask you to do anything." Gu Yunxi put down the spoon and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, his movements as elegant as if he was attending a banquet. "I just think Miss Yang is quite pitiful. There's nothing wrong in liking someone, but the mistake is liking someone you shouldn't like."

She looked up at Qi Ruixiang with a trace of compassion in her eyes.

"Are you right?"

"Gu Yunxi!" Qi Ruixiang slammed the table, and the pudding on the plate splashed brown sauce, landing on the white tablecloth like an ugly scar.

"What on earth do you want to do? If you're dissatisfied, you can come to me! Don't bring Xiaotang into this!"

"Did I involve her?"

Gu Yunxi's voice was still calm, but it had a penetrating power that was almost cruel.

"I'm just stating the facts. Isn't it because you've been reluctant to explain things to her that she harbors illusions? Isn't it because you've always pretended to be a good person in front of her that she's been sinking deeper and deeper into trouble? Qi Ruixiang, do you dare to say that all this has nothing to do with you?"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qi Ruixiang's heart hard. He looked at Gu Yunxi's cold eyes and the hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly felt extremely wronged and angry.

"I have nothing to do with her!" He almost yelled, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed. "I have never had any other thoughts about her! It's her own wishful thinking! It's you who insists on having such wild thoughts! Gu Yunxi, why can't you just trust me for once?"

"I believe you?" Gu Yunxi laughed, almost crying. "I believe you let her hold your arm at the party? Now she has finally come all the way to England for you. You asked Yan Wanqing to take care of her, right under my nose?"

"I……"

"You what?" Gu Yunxi interrupted him, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Do you just enjoy the feeling of being liked? Are you afraid that if you hurt her, no one will admire you anymore? Or are you actually a little shaken in your heart, but you just don't dare to admit it?"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing Qi Ruixiang. He stood up suddenly, and the chair legs made a harsh sound on the floor.

"I didn't!" His voice was choked with sobs, like a wronged child, "I haven't wavered! You are the only one in my heart! Gu Yunxi, why don't you understand? Why do you keep talking about this matter, making it seem like I've really cheated!"

He reached out to grab Gu Yunxi's shoulder, but she dodged him violently. Gu Yunxi took a half step back and bumped into the sideboard, causing the glass vase to fall to the ground. The shattering sound was particularly harsh in the quiet restaurant.

"Don't touch me!" Her voice finally trembled, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit's. "Qi Ruixiang, you make me feel sick!"

Qi Ruixiang froze in place, looking at the disgust and fear in her eyes, and suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had been drained. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to apologize, but found that all words lost their power in the face of her gaze.

It turns out that in her heart, I am such a person.

The restaurant fell into deathly silence, with only the wall clock ticking, as if counting down to this fruitless quarrel.

Qi Ruixiang looked at the broken glass all over the floor and Gu Yunxi's red eyes, and suddenly felt extremely tired.

He didn't know how to prove it, or how to make her believe it. He only knew that the rift between them seemed too deep to be mended.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Yang Xiaotang was leaning against the headboard, reading documents. Yan Wanqing had just delivered photos of the police's find in Lin Xu's apartment. They showed scattered project plans, with the Miaoyin Media logo printed on the header.

"The police say these documents show signs of tampering." Yan Wanqing pointed to the signature on the photo. "This Lin Xu seems to have worked with Mr. Qi's project team before."

Yang Xiaotang's heart skipped a beat. She picked up the photo, her fingertips rubbing over the words "Qi Ruixiang." Could it be that Lin Xu's death was truly connected to Qi Ruixiang?

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number: "Come to the rooftop, I have something for you."

Yang Xiaotang frowned, hesitated for a moment, then put on her coat and walked out of the ward. As the elevator slowly rose, she looked at the constantly jumping numbers and suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.