Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Extra: My Eldest Miss (Ninety-Six)

Half an hour ago, Qin Heng leaned against the car door, thinking about Ji Qing very much. He lit a cigarette and called her.

The call was answered quickly.

"What are you doing?" Qin Heng asked her.

However, Ji Qing said, "Don't talk."

Then he heard rustling sounds.

After a while, he actually heard his mother's voice.

From their conversation, it was not difficult for him to guess that this was not the first time they met.

The more he listened, the gloomier his expression became.

What exactly did mother and Ji Qing want to achieve by saying those things?

Qin Heng put out the cigarette when it was almost finished, got in the car, and listened quietly to the conversation between the two.

When he heard that Ji Qing didn't give his mother any face and was attacking her with all her might, he actually felt soft-hearted.

When his mother told him that he had taken the initiative to ask Mr. Brown for a favor, he thought Ji Qing would be angry.

Ji Qing is brilliant, bright, brave, and at the same time, she is also proud.

If she knew that he was the middleman in making the cooperation happen, would she think that he was meddling in her affairs? Would she feel embarrassed and angry and not even give him the chance to be her male lover?

But Ji Qing didn't.

At this moment, Qin Heng said proudly in his heart: She is worthy of being the woman he likes.

Now he could hear the voice on the other end of the phone more clearly and guessed that Ji Qing had revealed her true colors and was no longer trying to hide anything.

Until she said something that would make her mother angry, he couldn't help but hold his forehead, wanting to laugh but also getting angry.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Yu Lan on the other end of the phone didn't reply to him.

Ji Qing seemed to have turned off the speakerphone and said to him, "I'm going home to eat first. I'm not very hungry after drinking two cups of tea."

Without waiting for him to speak, Ji Qing hung up the phone.

Qin Heng sat in the car with the window open and the wind blowing in. His face was grim as he started the car.

He also called the emergency department to inform them that a woman named Zhou Zhou would come to the hospital for examination later.

After giving the instructions, he drove away from the hospital.

On the way, he received a call from Zhou Zhou, "Brother Qin Heng, why aren't you here?"

"I have something to do. I have arranged for a doctor to examine you."

"But I'm afraid."

The green light in front came on, and Qin Heng stepped on the accelerator. "If I were here, it would only scare you more. You are already twenty years old, there is no need to be afraid of the inspection."

Twenty minutes later, he parked his car at the teahouse and walked up the stairs. The bodyguard was still guarding the door.

Qin Heng walked in and Ji Qing had already left.

Only Yu Lan sat there, boiling water and making tea, as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Heng is here." Yu Lan looked at him with a smile and pointed at the futon in front of her, "Sit down."

Qin Heng sat in front of her and looked at the used teacup in front of him, which should have been used by Ji Qing.

He took the cup and poured himself a glass of boiled water. "What do you want to see Ji Qing for?"

"You two are not suitable." Yu Lan poured water.

"Whether it's appropriate or not, I know better than you."

"You don't understand, Xiao Heng, what's so good about a woman like this?"

Qin Heng's face darkened, "Don't use 'such a woman' to describe her."

"Are you speaking to your mother in such a tone for a woman?" Yu Lan put down her teacup and looked at him unhappily.

Qin Heng looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

When he was young, he envied Huo Mingzheng for having harmonious and loving parents.

Huo Mingzheng's mother is a musician. She often gives concerts all over the world and is often so busy that she is not seen.

But she can give Huo Mingzheng complete love.

How envious I was at that time, and how disappointed he became during the years we lived together.

When he and his mother left South City, on the plane to New York, she kept saying that she would learn to be a good mother, but she didn't. She just kept him by her side.

That's it.

He said disappointedly: "In the past, you either felt unwell or blamed me for not listening to you and not understanding your hard work. I feel sorry for you, and I can listen to you to make you feel more relaxed, but it does not mean that you can control my life. Ji Qing is the only person I like, and you have no right to interfere in my love life."

“From now on, don’t look for Ji Qing casually unless I’m present.”

After saying this, Qin Heng left, leaving Yu Lan sitting there.

"Ms. Yu, Mr. Qin has already driven away." The assistant walked up to her and whispered.

Yu Lan hummed.

The assistant said, "Mr. Qin still cares about you. When he left, he asked us to send you back to rest early."

Yu Lan sneered and poured herself some tea. After taking a sip, she suddenly started coughing violently.

……

Ji Qing returned to Courtyard No. 2 of the Bi Hai Mansion. Father, Mother and Grandma were waiting for her to eat. She threw her cell phone aside and went to wash her hands.

At the table, Grandma Ji gave her a piece of sweet and sour pork and said, "Try it and see if Grandma's cooking skills have deteriorated."

Ji Qing picked up the meat and took a bite. It tasted the same, but was cooked by two different people.

She couldn't help but think of that night in the hotel room in Sydney, when Qin Heng was wearing an eye-catching outfit and cooked authentic Northeastern dishes for her.

Grandma Ji looked at her inquiringly.

She smiled and whispered in her grandmother's ear: "You are still as skilled as ever. Your skills are so good that you can even take in apprentices."

Grandma Ji's eyes lit up and she moved closer to her, "You know?"

She thought for a moment and then said, "Did you eat it?"

Ji Qing chewed the meat in his mouth and gave his grandmother a meaningful smile.

Father Ji looked at the two of them whispering to each other at the dining table and couldn't help but wonder, "What are you talking about? Why are you hiding it?"

Just as Ji Qing was about to speak, Grandma Ji spoke up: "Something that will make you happy."

Father Ji became even more curious, "What can make me happy?"

He gave Ji Qing a meaningful look and said, "The only thing that can impress me now is the jar of girl's red wine in the wine cellar. I don't know if I can drink it in this lifetime."

Ji Qing frowned, "Drink if you want."

After finishing her meal, Ji Qing glanced at the phone on the coffee table.

There was no movement.

"What time is it?" Grandma Ji asked, picking up Ji Qing's phone and pressing the screen to check the time.

Ji Qing glanced at it.

The screen is clean and there are no missed calls or messages.

Just as she sent her grandmother back to her room to rest and returned to the living room to get her phone, not a second too early or too late, the moment her hand touched the phone, the screen lit up and the caller ID showed: Qin Mutou

Ji Qing swiped the screen and asked, "Is the battle with your mother over?"

There was the sound of breeze blowing and a man's steady breathing on the other end of the line. "I'm at your door. Come out."

Ji Qing clenched her phone tightly.

She walked to the courtyard and opened the door. Under the streetlight, Qin Heng was riding a bicycle, supported by one of his long legs. He patted the back seat and said, "Miss, please do me a favor."