Forced to become his stand-in wife

Mr. Zhang continued: "I remember whether Mr. Qin's left foot was sprained? Just ask the pedicure man to give you a good massage."

The injury on Qin Muyang's left foot is an old one. Back then, he fell down from the balcony window in order to find Ling Qiu. When he landed, he accidentally reached his foot. I endured it, and actually fell into an old problem.

- In cold weather, there will be bursts of pain in the ankle.

Qin Muyang didn't want to answer his words at first, but for some reason, he suddenly became a little interested in what they called "a wimp".

He asked, "Where did he open the shop?"

Mr. Zhang was taken aback. He was just talking casually. He didn't expect Qin Muyang to answer the conversation. Hearing what he said, why would he take the initiative to find a pedicure shop?Could it be that he also likes

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Mr. Zhang suddenly felt that it would be cost-effective to use an insignificant person to curry favor with Qin Muyang.

"The pedicure shop is under the south bridge of the city, and the address is a bit remote. If Mr. Qin is interested, I'll take you there sometime when I'm free."

Having said that, Mr. Zhang was a little bit reluctant, after all, that person was the one he fell in love with first, and he was also the one who suited his taste the most.

Hearing that person was under the bridge, Qin Muyang wondered if that person could be Ling Qiu?He has been looking for Ling Qiu for three years, from the initial hope to the present disappointment, now he no longer dares to have extravagant hopes, lest what he will get in the end will be despair.

Qin Muyang paused for a moment, finally worked up his strength, and asked, "What's his name?"

"It's called Lin Qiu."

Qin Muyang's mind went blank for a moment, "What did you say his name was?"

He quickly confirmed that he had heard correctly.

The hand holding the wine glass was shaking due to being too nervous.

Mr. Zhang didn't know why, he didn't know why Qin Muyang was so excited, he replied: "Lin Qiu."

"Which Ling Qiu?"

There are too many people of the same gender with the same name in this world, just in the past three years since he was looking for Ling Qiu, he has found about a hundred people with the same name.

Every time I went to meet with full of expectations, I ended up disappointed in the end.

But even so, when he heard the word "Ling Qiu", he would still be uncontrollably excited and hopeful again.

"Shuangmulin, autumn in autumn." Mr. Zhang drank too much wine, his head was a little swollen, and he couldn't figure out why Qin Muyang asked for his name so excitedly.

Mr. He, who was sitting next to him, reacted suddenly.

"I remember that the person President Qin has been looking for for three years is also called Ling Qiu."

It was Ling Qiu, not Lin Qiu.

The pronunciation is similar, but they are two completely different names.

But this does not rule out the possibility that it is Ling Qiu.

The names are similar, and the personalities sound similar.

Mr. Zhang suddenly realized, no wonder he found that person's name somewhat familiar, for a long time it was similar to the name of the disappeared child bride-in-law of the Qin family.

He laughed loudly: "That can't be the person Mr. Qin is looking for."

Qin Muyang glanced at him.

Mr. Zhang explained: "The other party has a daughter, and the daughter is four years old."

Qin Muyang's expression changed, his head drooped slightly, covering up the loss and pain in his eyes.

Mr. He has been observing Qin Muyang?Xu Xu said: "Even if it's not, Mr. Qin can press his foot. The other party's skill is good, maybe it can relieve the pain."

Mr. Zhang glared at him secretly, this guy surnamed He is really talkative.

Mr. He smiled awkwardly. He flattered Qin Muyang but forgot about Mr. Zhang. He was not easy to offend these two people.

It happened that the waiter came in and served desserts. The exquisite desserts were in front of him, but Qin Muyang didn't have the slightest appetite.

At the wine table, they started toasting each other. Qin Muyang said that he didn't want to drink, and the others didn't dare to move their glasses.

The topic that was originally discussed well before became a taboo for a while.

Especially Mr. Zhang, who was closest to Qin Muyang, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

— After the meal, Mr. Zhang stood up and planned to leave the dinner table early.

"Boss Qin, I still have something to do in my company, so I'm leaving first."

Qin Muyang looked at Mr. Zhang with scrutiny, and then said flatly: "Then you go back first."

Mr. Zhang nodded, turned and left in a hurry.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the box, Qin Muyang behind him suddenly asked, "Do you know that person's address?"

Mr. Zhang paused, then turned his head: "It seems to be near the south of the city."

"What is it like to be like? If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. Don't make it seem like it to me." Qin Muyang's tone was a little impatient.

Mr. Zhang's heart tightened, he gave Ling Qiu three days to think about it, tomorrow is the last day.

There was no news from Ling Qiu, of course he had someone check his address in advance.

"Mr. Qin, wait until I have someone send his address to your mobile phone."

Secretary Zhang Zongling made a call, and after a brief explanation, he hung up the call. Within a few minutes, Qin Muyang received a text message with the detailed address of that person.

Qin Muyang learned from Mr. Zhang's words earlier that Mr. Zhang wanted to take care of that man, but the man hadn't agreed yet.

An old fritter like Mr. Zhang will definitely not let it go, and it is not surprising to have an address.

Qin Muyang looked at the address on the phone, and after searching it on Baidu, his expression was subtle.

Even though he knew that that person couldn't be his Ling Qiu, he still wanted to go.

As Mr. He said, it's not that person, but he can also go and have a look, and he can press his foot.

His life is being shortened, the shortest is one year, and if it is longer, he may be able to survive two years.

He is a dying person, living too lonely, he eagerly wants to find Ling Qiu to fill the void in his heart.

After Mr. Zhang left, Qin Muyang poured a glass of wine.

He stared at the swaying liquid in the glass, and when he exerted force with his right hand, he heard a click sound, the wine glass shattered, glass shards shattered in his hand, and the wine spilled all over his body.

"Is Boss Qin okay? Is your hand hurt?"

"No." Qin Muyang shook his hand, the red liquid on it could not tell whether it was red wine or blood.

Qin Muyang pulled a paper towel and held it tightly, he belatedly felt a tingling pain in his hand, obviously injured.

He stood up and said two words: "It's gone."

His tone was as cold as if he had held a morning meeting for the staff.

The others stood up one after another, wanting to send him off together, but Qin Muyang coldly refused.

When they walked out, the remaining bosses in the box talked about the things about the Qin family.

"I see something wrong with Mr. Qin's expression. Did something sad happen?"

"I've been looking for someone for more than three years, and there's no news yet. It's strange that my face looks good."

"A big living person suddenly disappeared, and even the Qin family couldn't find it. Could it be that he is already dead?"

"It's also possible."

Qin Muyang asked his assistant to take him back to the hotel. On the way, his heart ached sharply.

He only frowned slightly, and didn't say he was uncomfortable.

I looked at my watch, it was past nine o'clock.

The hotel was very close, and we arrived in less than 15 minutes. Handle got off the car and wanted to send Qin Muyang upstairs, but he refused.

"Come pick me up at seven tomorrow."

"President Qin, where do you want to go?"

"Well, go to the south of the city."

The assistant nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and watched Qin Muyang go upstairs and drive away.

When Qin Muyang returned to the villa, the first thing he did was to turn over the medicine. The medicine would not take effect immediately, and his heart throbbed with pain. Qin Muyang sat on the sofa and finally slipped to the ground in pain.

He clutched his clothes tightly to his chest and moaned in pain.

His main purpose of coming to City C this time was to check his heart, and the results of the heart test were already in his hands.

After seeing the result, the doctor who examined him only spoke to him.

"Be happy in the rest of your time, do what you want to do, and finish what you haven't done."

How could he be happy when he was dying?There is only one thing he wants to do, unfinished.

That is to treat Ling Qiu well.

Too bad he didn't even look at anyone.

Out of cowardice and fear, Qin Muyang didn't go to see the test results, but went to see a heart scan that he didn't understand very well.

He, who doesn't quite understand, can see how serious that heart is, and it's hard to imagine that it's an important part of his body.

Qin Muyang curled up on the ground in a painful posture, his heart ached day by day in the past few years, almost forcing him to death.

In just a few minutes, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. His whole body seemed to be taken out of cold water, and water was dripping from his temples.

He was lying on the ground, unable to move, and could only open his eyes and look at the neon lights outside the French windows, suddenly feeling an unspeakable loneliness.

I don't know if there is such a bad person like him in the world. He obviously had what he wanted the most, but he threw it away.

Now that he has nothing, he asked for it all. He has no right to cry out for pain, he just suffers...

It's uncomfortable, he still can't see Ling Qiu when he is about to die.

He didn't expect Ling Qiu to be with him for five or ten years, he only hoped that in the last year he could stay by Ling Qiu's side well, try his best to treat him well, and make up for the guilt of those ten years.

Qin Muyang was in so much pain that he fell asleep, and woke up again in the middle of the night from being frozen.

The head is very swollen and painful, it should be a fever.

Qin Muyang had no strength in his whole body, he got up with difficulty, and stumbled towards the bedroom.

The moment he fell on the bed, he fell into a faint.

On the second day, the assistant called to pick him up, Qin Muyang opened his heavy eyes, he touched his forehead, his palms felt hot.

When the assistant drove to pick him up, he was slow for three seconds before he realized that today he was going to the south of the city to find that person named "Lin Qiu" and let him massage his feet.

In fact, that person can't run away, he can go another day when he is seriously ill, but for some reason, his heart is so empty, he wants to go find it now.

After simply washing up, Qin Muyang went out.

The assistant saw that his face was not right, and asked him if he didn't have a good rest last night.

Qin Muyang leaned against the window and hummed hoarsely.

"President Qin, how about I take you to the hospital first?"

"Need not."

The assistant focused his eyes on the front. Knowing that Qin Muyang was not feeling well, he tried his best to drive the car more steadily.

When I arrived in the south of the city, I found a random passer-by and asked the address of the pedicure shop "Lin Qiu", and I got it.

"It's on the other side of the bridge, but Master Lin is closed these days, and he hasn't been here for several days."

Qin Muyang asked: "Then when will he open the door?"

The passer-by shook his head: "I don't know. He used to post a rest reminder on the door, but now he doesn't even have a reminder. This is the first time. I haven't been here for nearly ten days. I don't know. Did something happen at home..."

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang told him Ling Qiu's address yesterday.

Qin Muyang sent the address to the assistant's mobile phone and asked him to drive the car here.

The assistant was taken aback for a moment, this was the first time that President Qin took the initiative to approach a strange man in recent years.

So much trouble, is it really just for a pedicure?

The assistant didn't dare to ask more questions, and went to drive honestly.

The place where the man lived was very remote, and there was a particularly bad road when he was about to arrive, and the road was bumpy and rickety.

Qin Muyang was already sick with a fever, but this shaking made him feel more and more uncomfortable, and his face couldn't hide his ugly face.