Chapter 890: Chapter 870: Have You Ever Thought About Finding Your Dad?
Nie Yixiao certainly noticed where her little peepers were staring; his high and proud nose took on an inexplicable tinge of sorrow and indignation: "Had enough? Get out."
Actually having his pants pulled down by a cheeky girl!
Only then did Qiao Yongyong let him off the hook, exiting the bathroom. Before she left, however, she still deliberately glanced wickedly at a certain part of him.
He gritted his teeth; if he hadn’t been injured, he’d have already charged over, picked her up, and thrown her out of the ward.
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Night descended.
It was almost time for bed.
Nie Yixiao, watching Qiao Yongyong busying about, couldn’t help but say, "Are you really not planning to leave? This is a ward, there’s no place for you to sleep."
Qiao Yongyong clapped her hands, and the door to the ward opened.
Two subordinates from the Huo Family came in with a thin blanket and a pillow: "Miss Qiao."
"Mhm, just put them there," Qiao Yongyong gestured towards the sofa in the corner of the ward.
The two placed the bedding down, closed the door, and left.
Qiao Yongyong shrugged: "Ready to sleep."
Nie Yixiao, seeing that she had everything arranged beforehand, had nothing to say. He turned his handsome face away, not bothering with her, and closed his eyes.
Seeing his expression, a crestfallen look crossed her face. After a while, she rolled over onto the sofa.
The night shades spread gradually.
She heard his even breathing, yet she couldn’t fall asleep at all.
This was her first time spending the night in the same room with him.
There was none of the passionate romance one might expect after surviving a disaster, only detachment.
Finally, she silently stood up, tiptoed, and walked to the bedside.
The man’s sleeping profile, exceptionally clear and handsome, was enveloped in a faint coolness.
She couldn’t help but reach out, following the contours of his face gently with her hand, wondering if this indifferent expression would one day turn a bit warmer towards her.
The medicine he took before sleeping had a sedative effect; actually, even if she had been more forceful, he wouldn’t have woken up, but she acted as if caressing the statue of a dream god, fearing that being more forceful would damage it, so her touch was extremely gentle.
Before today, if it was said that what she fancied were only his appearance, his words and actions, and his seemingly estranged affection towards her.
Then after today’s accident, it seemed she had truly fallen.
When did it start?
It seems to have been since he drove after her; when he got in the car with a gloomy face and closed the door.
Maybe it was the moment in the car when he held her hand and comforted her.
Or perhaps it was when he shielded her as they jumped into the sea...
She is the wealthy heiress of the Longding Society, surrounded by many who protect her, but apart from her brother, how many are truly affectionate and caring towards her?
After all, it’s only because of her status.
Ever since she was little, if she happened to get injured, her brother would punish her bodyguards, butler, and nannies.
Especially in past years, when her brother was seriously injured in a shootout with the police, his health deteriorated after recovery, and he always considered passing the society to her, making him even more protective of her.
That’s why everyone around her was so caring and attentive.
These people didn’t fear her getting hurt. They were simply afraid of the punishment.
If she were not Qiao Zonghan’s sister, if she wasn’t potentially the future female head of the society, would those people still be so anxious about her?
But this man was different.
He no longer had the responsibility to protect her; he came to her rescue out of genuine concern.
Living to the age of eighteen, aside from her brother, for the first time she felt what it was to be treated with sincerity.
He must still have feelings for her; otherwise, he would not risk his life to save her.
She can’t give up.
Yet her smile froze slightly, he still avoids her so much.
Is it because of her background?
He was once part of the largest criminal investigation agency in the world, naturally an enemy of the underworld, so he has an aversion to her?
Qiao Yongyong’s smile faded and she became somewhat lost in thought.
In the dimness, a quiet and solemn voice sounded: "Qiao Yongyong, enough."
Startled, she snapped back to reality and giggled: "You, how did you wake up?"
"You’re groping around on me in the middle of the night, how could I not wake up?"
She withdrew her hand that was touching his ear and stood up, yawning: "You should go back to sleep."
"And when I’m asleep, you’ll come over and fiddle around again? I’ve guessed your thoughts," he said. After a moment of silence, even in the dimly lit room, his tone was very cold: "I don’t remember if I’ve made myself clear to you, but either way, I’ll say it again, you and I are impossible. I don’t like you and never will."
He didn’t know if his words would upset her.
For a girl like her, with a plethora of boyfriends and suitors, even if she were upset, it probably wouldn’t last long.
In the hospital room, it was as if a stone had fallen into an ice lake, dead silent, the air seeming to freeze.
After a while, Qiao Yongyong’s voice rose: "Is it because my background is not clean enough?"
He paused for a moment and said indifferently: "You should have already inquired about me from Jiayi. My mother died from complications during my birth, and I have never even seen my father’s face. I was raised by my grandmother in a small Chinese town in Southeast Asia, without any family background, not even the family that ordinary people have. You are a spoiled darling, surrounded by thousands of admirers, and I’m practically an orphan, having made my way to this point on my own. You lose a hair, and thousands will come to your defense. If I die by the roadside, I’ll just be a piece of unnoticed, rotten mud. You have too many people who love and spoil you, while in my life, besides Jiayi, not a single relative or friend... Now, do you understand the disparity between us? I’m not worthy of you."
The hospital room fell silent.
Qiao Yongyong’s heart thumped wildly; was he not bothered about her being a Mafia daughter, but rather concerned about the disparity in their statuses?
All of a sudden, she leaned on the bed: "Brother Yixiao, you’re not an orphan, don’t you still have a dad? Have you ever thought about finding your dad or your father’s relatives? You’re so smart, scouted by world-renowned universities from a young age, and even got into ISM, excelling in everything, which shows you have good genes. People with such excellent genes like you, their parents definitely can’t be just anybody, they might even be really impressive! That way, you wouldn’t have to feel unworthy of me."
Nie Yixiao didn’t expect her to take it so seriously. Couldn’t this girl see that he was just putting her off? He responded coldly: "Sorry to disappoint you, but my father was just a filthy gambler who, burdened by massive debts and in fear of being hacked to death by creditors, abandoned my pregnant mother and fled. He’s probably long dead out there somewhere. I don’t have any family background."
Did she think she was in a TV drama, that he was a lost son of some powerful family?
The young lady just had some unrealistically fanciful ideas.
"But that’s just what your grandmother told you. Your mother passed away early, and you’ve never even seen your father, how can you be a hundred percent sure? Otherwise, let me help you look for your father..."
