The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 383: Are My Eyes Really Related to Aunt Lin Man?

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Are My Eyes Really Related to Aunt Lin Man?

Lin Man followed closely behind Bo Yunshen, whose expression was cold and severe.

Maintain distance, not to waste time on her and Qin Yinyin?

The hospital room was arranged, the surgery, he had invited reputed specialists for Qin Yan, and now he was of no use, only to be kicked aside by her!

Is there such an easy thing in this world?

Bo Yunshen walked in front, Lin Man walked behind, his hand in his pocket, his tall figure casting a mysterious shadow under the lamplight.

He took out his phone and made a call; his tone, in the night, was particularly cold.

"Secretary Xu, arrange a dinner with the director of Tong City Central Hospital for me."

...

Exiting the café, Qin Yan carried Qin Yinyin and walked to the entrance of the hospital.

On the way, Qin Yinyin did not say a word. As she stopped, gasping for breath, Yinyin asked:

"Mom, do my eyes really have something to do with Aunt Lin Man?"

"Is she the wicked queen from fairy tales, poisoning Yinyin with an apple?"

The words wicked queen and poisoning instantly amused Qin Yan, who let down her guard and gently rubbed Yinyin’s head.

"So, Yinyin always thought of herself as the princess in a fairy tale?"

"Shameless!"

Qin Yinyin laughed too, her black pupils shining with several hues under the light, extraordinarily bright:

"Mom, I’ll walk by myself, you hold Yinyin."

"Yinyin’s eyes are uncomfortable, mom can hold you. Once Yinyin’s eyes recover, you can walk by yourself again."

Qin Yinyin pouted. She had been there during Bo Yunshen and Qin Yan’s argument, had heard it, but did not ask a word.

"Mom, I’m not afraid, you won’t drop Yinyin, I know."

She insisted, and Qin Yan, unable to argue, put her down.

She was very short, not even reaching Qin Yan’s leg length, but holding her little hand, Qin Yan felt an indescribable warmth.

Holding Yinyin’s hand, they arrived at the hospital room, which had already been tidied up. Qin Yan washed Yinyin, held her soft body, and lay on the bed; it was already past one in the morning.

Bo Yunshen had not followed back, and Qin Yan did not know where he had gone.

"Mom, will dad come back tonight?"

Qin Yan was stunned by the question.

She didn’t answer. Since some time ago, when Yinyin had contact with Bo Yunshen, she knew that the beautiful family story she had fabricated for Yinyin would one day collapse.

But when that day truly came, Qin Yan found that staying silent wasn’t that hard.

After a moment of silence, the hospital room door was suddenly knocked, followed by a nurse walking in.

"Mrs. Bo, please prepare to move out of the room. The Mayor’s wife is not feeling well and will stay here later."

Qin Yan was taken aback.

The Mayor’s wife?

She bit her lip and looked at the nurse: "The Mayor’s wife is coming, why do we have to move out? Is there no available room in the hospital?"

"There are ordinary rooms. You can have a look..."

Qin Yan instantly understood.

She licked her lips, nodded, and softly said: "I’ll pack up in a while."

The nurse retreated from the SVIP room upon hearing this.

She took out her phone and called Bo Yunshen; the first call, on the first ring, was cut off by Bo Yunshen.

The second call rang for a long time, so long that Qin Yan thought Bo Yunshen wouldn’t answer, when the man suddenly picked up.

Qin Yan was silent for a moment, not knowing how to start.

Bo Yunshen’s mocking voice sounded first: "Director Qin calls at this time, for what?"

"Wasn’t it Director Qin who said to maintain distance from you and your daughter? What, regretting now?"

Qin Yan’s eyes were vacant: "Yunshen, the nurse tells me and Yinyin to move out of the room..."

Does this have anything to do with you...

Bo Yunshen suddenly smiled and interrupted Qin Yan: "Oh? Are you asking me for help?"

"But on what grounds does Director Qin think, after you embarrassed me in front of Manman, that I would be willing to help you despite the past?"

The summer night felt particularly cold due to a few words from Bo Yunshen.

Qin Yan asked again: "Can tomorrow morning’s surgery start as scheduled?"

She knew Bo Yunshen, knew that he was making her vacate the room to vent for Lin Man.

But after not seeing him for three years, she didn’t know how deep the relationship between Bo Yunshen and Lin Man was, or to what extent he would go for Lin Man?

There was a silence on the phone.

Bo Yunshen pressed the cigarette, took a puff, the thick white smoke seeped from his lips, outlining the man’s face gloomily.

He squinted his lashes; Qin Yan’s voice was soft, not at all like the tension in the café, and he paused, thinking.

Was Qin Yan trying to admit her mistake?

Indeed, without him, Bo Yunshen, what was Qin Yan?

He had arranged specialists for Qin Yan; what could Lu Yi help with?

As the director of Bo Group’s marketing department, Qin Yan should understand the situation, definitely begging him, admitting her mistake, asking him to come back.

The SVIP floor room, without his permission, who dared to give it to Qin Yan?

Understanding this, Bo Yunshen relaxed, leaned on the seat, and sarcastically said: "What does Director Qin mean by this? I’m not the director; how would I know how the hospital arranges things?"

Now, it was Qin Yan’s turn to be silent.

Bo Yunshen felt complacent.

Qin Yan hadn’t thought of how to apologize, worried that her phrasing wouldn’t be sincere enough to earn his forgiveness?

Bo Yunshen sneered.

Smart of Qin Yan.

After a breath, the call was suddenly interrupted by a busy signal.

Bo Yunshen thought he heard wrong, moved the phone to his face, the screen was black; the call had been cut from the other side.

His pupils constricted.

The first reaction was, Qin Yan must’ve pressed the wrong button.

She still expected him to arrange for Yinyin’s surgery, how dared she hang up on him?

Bo Yunshen’s chest heaved violently; regardless of the reason, since Qin Yan dared to hang up on him, if Qin Yan called back to ask for his help, he definitely wouldn’t answer!

The chance to apologize, Bo Yunshen would only give once.

Thinking this, he suddenly threw the thin phone he held onto the table; the thud startled the person opposite him.

"Mr. Bo...?"

Bo Yunshen lifted his eyelids, glared at that person; it was the director of Tong City Central Hospital.

"What is it?"

"Miss Yinyin’s surgery..."

Bo Yunshen’s gaze fixed on the phone, minutes passed, yet it produced no sound.

Calmly and quietly, Bo Yunshen extinguished the cigarette butt on his fingertip, his expression gloomy.

Bo Yunshen pressed his lips, not saying a word.

The night’s program had just started outside; the music began, on stage, models twisted their slender waists, dancing allure.

He stared outside, seemingly in a trance.