Mu Qian poured herself a glass of water and did not rush upstairs. Instead, she sat downstairs and drank slowly.
After a while, Qi Yuan came down again, hurried out the door, probably went to the car to get documents, and after a while he hurried upstairs with several documents.
After Mu Qian drank a glass of water, Qi Yuan came down from upstairs again, with a worried look on his face.
Mu Qian ignored him and was about to go straight upstairs when Qi Yuan called out to her: "Miss Mu."
Mu Qian stopped and turned to look at him.
"Miss Mu, can you please advise Mr. Huo?" Qi Yuan said, "You also heard what the doctor said today. He really can't work anymore..."
"You're telling me this?" Mu Qian found it a little funny, "If you don't come to deliver documents to him, I'll see how he works."
Qi Yuan blushed slightly, "I...I can't help it, and there are so many affairs in the company. If those documents don't go through Mr. Huo, the work can't be carried out..."
"In such a big company, does he really have the final say?" Mu Qian asked, "Isn't there anyone else who can do it for you?"
"Of course everyone should perform their own duties in work." Qi Yuan replied, "But for important projects, Mr. Huo must do everything himself."
Mu Qian sneered, "If you don't believe people, don't believe them. It sounds so nice."
"Just try to persuade him." Qi Yuan said, "If this continues, his body will not be able to bear it."
"Why do you think I can persuade him?" Mu Qian replied, "You don't know your boss's personality?"
Qi Yuan looked at Mu Qian quietly for a moment and replied: "I just have... intuition. If there is anyone in this world who can persuade Mr. Huo, it must be you, Miss Mu."
Mu Qian couldn't help laughing, "I've only heard that women have a sixth sense. I'm afraid a man's sixth sense is unreliable, right?"
"You have always been confident." Qi Yuan said, "Why don't you have confidence in yourself?"
Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "An honest person can also use provocation? It's a pity that it doesn't work for me."
Mu Qian stopped talking nonsense to him, turned around and went upstairs, went straight back to her room, and closed the door with a bang.
That night, Huo Jinxi didn't leave the study until dawn.
When he was about to go back to his room, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Mu Qian's room at the other end of the corridor.
The door was closed tightly, and there was no light coming out from the cracks in the floor. At this time, based on her habits, she should still be sound asleep.
Huo Jinxi turned around and walked into his room.
The next morning, when Mu Qian went downstairs, she happened to hear Mr. Huo asking his aunt about Huo Jinxi's situation.
The aunt probably got Huo Jinxi's advice and replied: "It's good. He's gone home. He will definitely have a good rest."
Mr. Huo didn't seem to believe it, "When I got up in the morning and passed by the study, there were quite a few cigarette butts in the ashtray!"
After hearing this, the aunt said quickly: "That should be something that was not cleaned before. I will clean it up now."
After the aunt finished speaking, she turned around and walked upstairs, and happened to pass by Mu Qian. Mu Qian couldn't help but praise her aunt's wit in her heart.
When she finished breakfast with Mr. Huo and went upstairs again, she suddenly heard a "pop" sound coming from the study, as if something fell to the floor.
Mu Qian couldn't help but walk over and saw that her aunt was the only one in the study. She seemed to be cleaning the desk, but she accidentally touched something on the ground.
Mu Qian didn't take it seriously, and when she was about to turn around and walk away, she suddenly saw an iron box in her aunt's hand.
She couldn't help but pause, and then walked in.
The aunt heard the footsteps and turned around to see her. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was arranging the desk and accidentally knocked this box down."
Mu Qian stepped forward and heard her aunt say: "I didn't leave it outside here before..."
Only then did Mu Qian see the box clearly. It was an old-style mooncake box with two peonies on the lid. Because of its age, the paint on the surface had oxidized and faded, making it look particularly old.
"Where did you put it before?" Mu Qian asked.
The aunt pointed to the cabinet under the desk, "It's in there. Jin Xi probably took it out and looked at it."
Mu Qian stretched out her hand, and her aunt handed the box to her naturally.
She held the box in her hands, weighed it gently, and found a familiar weight.
…
Huo Jinxi was forcibly detained at home by Mr. Huo, and he was doing enough on the surface. At least during the day, it seemed that he rested in his room until the evening, when he went downstairs to have dinner with everyone.
It was rare that everyone was present at the dining table, and Huo Qiran looked very happy, but the three adults had their own concerns, making the whole meal somewhat silent.
After dinner, Mu Qian went upstairs. Regardless of whether Huo Jinxi was still a patient, she directly left him with the task of tutoring Huo Qiran in his homework.
Fortunately, guiding Huo Qiran in his homework was not a chore, Huo Jinxi just regarded it as rest.
"What's wrong with Qianqian today?" Mr. Huo was also a little confused, "I didn't talk much during the meal. She looked much better yesterday, but she was silent again today."
Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment and replied, "I will pay attention."
Mr. Huo glanced at him and sighed again.
When Huo Qiran fell asleep and Huo Jinxi walked into the study, he knew the reason for Mu Qian's silence.
An iron box that originally belonged to his study has disappeared.
…
Mu Qian locked the door and got up from the bed slowly when she heard a knock on the door. After opening the door, she saw Huo Jinxi standing at the door.
I don't know whether it was because of illness or sadness, but recently when he faced her, his fierce aura had dropped sharply, but at this moment, that aura seemed to be back again.
"Give me back my things." Huo Jinxi said.
Mu Qian asked nonchalantly: "What?"
Huo Jinxi glanced at her, and then his eyes fell on the dressing table in her room - the iron box was quietly placed there.
Huo Jinxi raised his feet to walk in, but Mu Qian stopped him with her body, followed his line of sight and looked back, then looked at him again with provocative eyes, "If I remember correctly, that should be my thing.
I should have the final say on how to deal with it."
"You dare." Huo Jinxi said.
"Why don't I dare?" Mu Qian replied, "Seven years ago I had the courage to bury it, and seven years later I have the confidence to burn everything inside!"
When Huo Jinxi heard this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he grabbed her wrist. He was obviously sick, but he was still strong enough to control her.
He held her by the hand, walked quickly into the room, walked to the dressing table, and suddenly opened the lid of the iron box.
In the box, dozens of portraits of people, large and small, remain the same.
Every picture is of him.
Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment, then let go of Mu Qian and locked the box again.
Mu Qian stood behind him, stroking her wrist, and suddenly chuckled, "Do you care?"