Forced to become his stand-in wife

A chill slowly rose from the heart, and instantly spread to every corner of the body.

The tomato in his hand fell to the ground, with a bang, a crack opened, and the red juice dripped out slowly, like blood.

Ling Qiu hung up the phone and went to the hospital in a hurry.

When they arrived, Qiqi had already been sent to the emergency room, the red emergency light was on, like a sharp dagger pierced into Ling Qiu's heart fiercely.

Ling Qiu leaned against the wall to close it, curled up in pain for the first half of his life, father and daughter connected, he could feel the pain the child was enduring inside.

The daughter was born with a bad heart. Before she was two years old, she had to go to the hospital for check-ups almost every month. Until she was three years old, the doctor stopped going to the hospital for check-ups every month after the doctor said her condition was stable.

But I didn't expect that the child had a heart attack after only stopping for four months.

This is not the first time Qiqi has been ill, the first time was when she was two years old, but she had her father with her at that time, unlike this time without a father by her side.

Ling Qiu looked at the closed door in pain, hoping that his daughter could come out safely.

With only one Qiqi by his side, without his daughter, he would have nothing.

The teacher comforted him for a while, and said comforting words, but unfortunately Ling Qiu's ears were ringing, so he didn't listen to a word.

His right hand was tightly held by a warm little hand, Ling Qiu came back to his senses, subconsciously lowered his head to see that the one holding his hand was a little boy.

The boy's eyes were red, and his long eyelashes were wet. It looked like he had just cried.

"Uncle... Qiqi will be okay?" The child's voice was a little choked up, and his big eyes were full of fear.

Ling Qiu felt a pain in his heart: "She will be fine."

"The nurse sister said that Qiqi has a heart attack. My father also has the same disease. Every time it happens, it hurts... My father always screams that it hurts... Does Qiqi hurt more..."

That's right, adults can't stand the pain, how can little Qiqi bear it.

Ling Qiu only hated that it wasn't him lying inside.

After nearly half an hour, Qiqi was pushed out.

The daughter was obediently lying on the bed, her face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and she looked lifeless.

Ling Qiu went over anxiously, and before she could ask, the doctor said: "It's fine, take good care of her, and give her medicine once she wakes up."

Ling Qiu nodded in a panic, his breathing rhythm has long been out of order.

After sending Qiqi into the ward, Ling Qiu watched over her every step of the way. He gently stroked his daughter's little hairy head, his nose was sore and he almost shed tears.

He took several deep breaths and suppressed his tears. He is a father now, and he cannot cry weakly when his daughter is in danger.

The little boy from just now also entered the ward. He lay quietly on the bedside and looked at Qi Qi. He glanced at Ling Qiu who was in grief, and asked, "Uncle, when will Qi Qi wake up?"

Ling Qiu didn't make a sound, he didn't know how to answer the child's words, because he didn't know when Qiqi would wake up.

After a while, the nurse came over to remind Ling Qiu to pay the fee. After Ling Qiu went out and paid the fee, the boy had already left.

Ling Qiu continued to watch over her daughter until night, Qi Qi didn't wake up.

Ling Qiubeng was so nervous that he didn't dare to close his eyes, afraid that Qiqi would need something when he woke up in the middle of the night.

In the morning when it was slightly bright, Ling Qiu fetched a basin of water to wipe his daughter's face.

Her daughter's face is small and her skin is tender, Ling Qiu rubbed it gently little by little, worried that it would hurt her.

Maybe it's because of his illness since he was a child. The child is still a small child at the age of three, and his nutrition cannot keep up. He is not as strong as other children.

Ling Qiu's heart was full of guilt, after wiping her daughter's face, she wiped her hands.

Qi Qi was woken up by Ling Qiu's action of wiping his hands, opened his tired eyes, narrowed them into slits, and murmured: "Father."

There was a weak voice, Ling Qiu's hands paused, and he asked nervously: "Qiqi, is your body still hurting?"

Qiqi shook his head, and said obediently that it didn't hurt.

In fact, the flesh on her heart still hurts a little, but she doesn't want her father to worry.

Ling Qiu leaned over to touch the child's warm forehead, and asked, "Is Qiqi hungry?"

Xiqi nodded.

"Then you wait here for Dad, and Dad will go out to buy you breakfast."

Qi Qi stretched out her small hand to grab Ling Qiu's sleeve, tugged and let go, her eyes were timid, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

Ling Qiu took out his mobile phone, "Dad, order on the mobile phone, what does Xiqi want to eat?"

My daughter happily ordered soy milk and steamed buns.

After finishing breakfast with my daughter, my daughter was a little sleepy again and insisted on sleeping next to him.

Ling Qiu looked at the hospital bed, although it was small, it was still suitable to add him.

Ling Qiu took off his shoes, and as soon as he was on the bed, Xiqi came over and slept on his arm.

Ling Qiu leaned forward and touched his daughter's forehead, the soft hair felt warm in the palm of his hand.

The daughter soon fell asleep.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Ling Qiuye couldn't help closing his eyes wearily.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by a text message from his mobile phone. Ling Qiu was lightly sleepy, and woke up with a slight vibration of the mobile phone.

Ling Qiu lowered his gaze to glance at Qi Qi who was still sleeping in his arms, and then went to look at his phone.

It was an unfamiliar number who sent him a text message, Ling Qiu clicked on it, and there was only a short sentence.

Xiaoqiu, have you made up your mind?

No need to guess who sent it.

Mr. Zhang asked him to think about it for three days yesterday morning, but he didn't want to send a text message to greet him the next day.

In fact, there is no need to think about it at all, he has been doing the forbidden window for several years, and if he wants to do it again, just thinking about it makes him suffocate.

The kind of thing that spreads the legs under the man, only once is enough.

But if he refuses Mr. Zhang, will he let him go?

Thinking about the threatening words that Mr. Zhang said, Ling Qiu shivered uncontrollably.

He just wants to live quietly with his daughter, but why is God not willing to grant him such a big wish?

Ling Qiu has no one to rely on in city c, and the only one who can help him is Fu Tingxuan who is far away in city a.

Ling Qiu didn't want to trouble others, but at this juncture, only Fu Tingxuan could help him.

Ling Qiu made a phone call, and the other party quickly picked it up.

"Ling Qiu? What's the matter?" The other party's tone sounded a bit surprised, obviously it was as if he didn't expect Ling Qiu to call him suddenly.

"Fu Tingxuan, something happened to me, maybe..."

"What's the matter? I'll go to City C to find you right away!" Before he finished speaking, Fu Tingxuan interrupted him.

Ling Qiu's heart skipped a beat, he always felt that Fu Tingxuan was overly enthusiastic about him.

Ling Qiu simply told Fu Tingxuan about Mr. Zhang.

When Fu Tingxuan heard this, he immediately became furious. He himself didn't sleep until Ling Qiu, yet the old man dared to try to take care of him.

"I'm going to City C now."

"No need." Ling Qiu refused, "If you can make a call to solve it, try to make a phone call to solve it. If it's really not possible, you can send someone to come. There's no need to come to City C in person."

"But I worry about..."

"Fu Tingxuan, I called Xia Yang a few days ago. He has a cold and a bad cough. You should spend more time with him."

"Cough?" Fu Tingxuan smiled lightly, "He's just like that, there's nothing wrong with him, he's in good health."

Hearing what he said, Ling Qiu felt very uncomfortable.

For some reason, he always felt that Fu Tingxuan didn't care enough about Xia Yang.

"Don't tell Xia Yang about my affairs, I'm afraid he will worry, and about Mr. Zhang, please..."

If possible, he really didn't want to bother Fu Tingxuan.

Fu Tingxuan promised not to go to City C to find Ling Qiu, but after hanging up the call, he called his assistant and asked him to contact Mr. Zhang.

The next day, he packed his luggage and rushed to City C. Before leaving, he found that something was wrong with Xia Yang, but he didn't think much about it, and hurriedly got in the car and left.

Mr. Zhang is very happy these few days. Apart from the smooth business, he also found a man with his taste.

With a smug look on his face, he asked Qin Muyang, the crown prince of the Qin family, to discuss business.

The business cooperation between the two companies is not big, but it is Mr. Zhang's unilateral desire to build a relationship.

If he climbed up to the only child of the Qin family, would he still have to worry about making money in the future?

"Mr. Zhang, why are you so happy today?" Mr. He who was sitting opposite him asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just met a suitable little lover recently, and I feel comfortable in my heart."

Mr. He rolled his eyes: "Could it be the one who did the pedicure last time?"

Mr. Zhang smiled and said nothing, but anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance.

Mr. He smacked his lips twice and said, "Don't talk about it, a pedicure is pretty good-looking, but now there are too few good-looking people who can serve people."

"It is said that lovers are like clothes, but the clothes are comfortable when worn well."

"Mr. Zhang, you really have a good eye. That day in the private room, I took a look at the pedicure man. He was really slick, but his personality was a bit dull and not very interesting. He dared to refuse a glass of wine."

Mr. Zhang smiled lightly: "It's just a wimp, such an incompetent and humble man, even if he bullies him hard, he won't make a fuss."

In the eyes of these rich people, for the lowest level people like Ling Qiu, it is superfluous to be patient.

The bosses were drinking and chatting, but they didn't notice that the face of Qin Muyang, who was sitting in the upper seat, changed little by little.

A wimpy person, when mentioning wimpy, he can't help but think of Ling Qiu, and his heart hurts when he thinks of it.

He has been looking for Ling Qiu for three years, but there is no news about him.

A living person suddenly disappeared, even if he searched all over the world, he couldn't find it.

He couldn't help but think of Qiao Ying's last words to him.

The day before Qiao Ying committed suicide, Qin Muyang visited him in prison, and Qiao Ying only said one thing when he saw him.

He said, Qin Muyang, I curse you, you will never get Ling Qiu in this life, people like you are not worthy of love at all.

After speaking, he turned and left.

The next day, news of Qiao Ying's death came from the prison.

At first, he didn't feel much about Qiao Ying's death, but as time went by, during the process of looking for Ling Qiu, Qiao Ying's words always lingered in his ears, like a curse.

Mr. Zhang found out that Qin Muyang was in a trance in advance, and he held a glass of wine to toast, "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Muyang came back to his senses, glanced at the wine glass in front of him, and subconsciously asked: "Who is that pedicure?"

Mr. Zhang was confused, who is who?Could it be that Qin Muyang is also interested in the person he likes?

But after thinking about it, it's impossible. Everyone in the circle knows that Qin Muyang has been looking for his child bride-in-law all these years, and he doesn't even look at the outsiders, let alone touch them.

By the way... What is the name of the missing child bride-in-law of the Qin family?It seems to be called autumn...

Mr. Zhang drank too much, and couldn't remember it for a while. He just thought that the name was very familiar, and he heard it somewhere.

"Mr. Qin also wants to get a pedicure. I'll introduce you another day. Not only can you get a pedicure, but you can also serve good people. It's so comfortable."