I Played The Love Struck Fool For Two Years Now The Bigshot Can Read My Mind Chapter 20
Before they left, Ye Qingju had intended to say goodbye to An De’s family—but with Qi Weiran right there, she didn’t move a muscle.
After all, her persona had a role to play. She had to stick close to this man.
“Doctor, is there anything wrong with his eyes?”
Her expression was anxious, her voice carrying a strain of poorly disguised panic.
Qi Weiran gave her a long look as he stood up.
He couldn’t hear her thoughts. Which probably meant this time… it was real.
The doctor, touched by what he assumed was her deep love for Qi Weiran, offered a reassuring smile: “Don’t worry, Mrs. Qi. It’s just a routine vision check. There’s no discomfort in the eyes.”
Ye Qingju let out a breath of relief.
【Thank the heavens. I’d trade one of Qi Weiran’s kidneys if it meant his eyes stayed healthy until he’s fifty.】
【Anyway, he probably won’t live past fifty. No point wasting a good kidney.】
Don’t listen to her. I’ll personally donate the funds to build a temple for you.
At that moment, the little dumpling came toddling over and wrapped himself around Qi Weiran’s leg.
“Uncle, is the check-up done?”
“Then let’s go already. I still want to study when I get home.” The kid was so sleepy his head was drooping, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes.
Qi Weiran gently ruffled his hair and gave a silent signal to Zhang Wei nearby.
Zhang got the message and lifted the child into his arms.
“If you’re sleepy, Young Master, you can lean on me and nap for a bit.”
Ye Qingju, watching, thought: I can carry him too, you know.
Qi Weiran glanced at her scrawny mantis-like arms and looked away in disgust.
She scanned the crowd behind Qi Weiran, but couldn’t spot Yi Bingmei anywhere.
Had the human barnacle finally peeled off?
By the time they reached the elevator, the downside of traveling with a crowd finally caught up with them.
The elevator’s alarm buzzed harshly overhead, signaling it was over capacity. The group looked around awkwardly.
Qi Weiran’s expression grew colder by the second. Ye Qingju, who’d been watching his face closely, immediately cleared her throat.
At that one sound, the once-crammed elevator instantly emptied—leaving just Ye Qingju and Qi Weiran inside.
【When did I become this magnetic?】
Zhang Wei, still holding the sleeping dumpling, silently thought: They’re not charmed. They’re afraid you’ll throw a fit.
As the elevator doors slid shut, Qi Weiran cast a quick, unreadable glance at the girl who was sticking so closely to his side.
Ye Qingju, this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?
【What’s with that weird twitch in your eye? Something’s been off ever since earlier. I really think he should go back for a follow-up.】
Qi Weiran pressed his lips into a line.
He didn’t want to sacrifice another kidney.
Ye Qingju, still trying to salvage her long-neglected character setting, decided this was a good moment to act a little delicate and clingy.
The brightly lit elevator flickered. And went dark.
With a jolt, it came to a dead stop. The space around them plunged into pitch blackness—not even a sliver of light.
Ye Qingju jumped, startled, but quickly composed herself and reached out to press the emergency call button.
At that moment, the voice of her internal system, Xiao Jiji, popped up:
【Host! Your persona! The soft, frail little flower!】
“Ahhh—what’s happening? I’m so scared!” she shrieked, then threw herself at Qi Weiran.
Xiao Jiji let out a cheer: 【Flawless execution, Host! That trembling was so convincing, I almost fainted myself!】
Ye Qingju: 【That wasn’t me trembling.】
“Sir?” She furrowed her brows and called softly.
The body she was leaning on suddenly jolted. Two arms clamped around her like steel traps, pulling her tightly into his chest—like he was trying to fuse her into himself.
His ragged, uneven breathing filled the pitch-black space.
【Holy crap, what’s wrong with you, old man?! You’re acting real off right now. Do I cry or not? I’ve got tears prepped and ready to go—】
Xiao Jiji immediately opened its system database.
【Host! Qi Weiran has claustrophobia!】 【In extreme cases, it triggers a sensation of impending death! Forget the persona—save him!】
Ye Qingju didn’t hesitate. She wrestled her phone out of her pocket and flicked on the flashlight.
The beam cut through the darkness, casting a soft, steady light that filled the elevator.
She raised one arm to pat Qi Weiran’s back from within his tight grip.
“Qi Weiran, can you hear my voice?”
She reached up and ruffled his hair.
【Dang—he skipped the hair gel today? It’s kinda soft. Like a dog’s.】
“Old Qi, everything’ll be fine soon. Since you can’t hear me anyway, how about I tell you a story?”
A rare chance to drop the act? Say no more.
She cleared her throat and began in a low, soothing voice:
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl selling nukes.”
“She stood on the roadside shouting, ‘Wanna buy a nuke? Wanna buy a nuke?’”
“Then, in a daze, she saw her grandmother.”
“So she lit one of her nukes.”
“That night, everyone in town went to see her grandma.”
A pretty solid black-humor bedtime story, honestly. By the time Qi Weiran finally passed out, he’d completely forgotten the suffocating fear of claustrophobia.
Even when he closed his eyes, he stubbornly resisted the urge to smile.
【Is this foundation too thick? Does it look fake?】
Qi Weiran twitched his fingers.
【Add a little more under-eye shadow—he’s supposed to look like he spent the whole night exhausted from watching over someone.】
He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was.
Who else but Ye Qingju?
So when he finally did open his eyes and turned his head slightly—he saw a pale, teary face hovering at his bedside.
“Sir—you’re finally awake—!”
Her voice rang with joy, high and sweet. Qi Weiran turned his head away and shut his eyes again.
Yep. The foundation’s definitely caked on.
“Mr. Qi is awake. Ma’am, could you please move aside so I can examine him?”
Several doctors rushed in and crowded around the bed.
Before Ye Qingju could even react—
Qi Weiran suddenly opened his eyes again and looked directly at the doctor who had spoken.
That look froze the man in place.
Anyone who worked under the Qi Group was sharp. He adjusted instantly: “On second thought—maybe Madam should stay where she is. No need to move.”
Qi Weiran closed his eyes again.
Everyone exhaled in unison.
【Oh, I see. My strong, sturdy presence makes you feel safe?】
Qi Weiran’s eyelashes twitched.
As if. You’re shaped like a twig.
Mid-exam, Qi Weiran drifted off again.
Only then did Ye Qingju have a moment to catch her breath. She stepped out to the corridor for some air.
A clean-cut, gentle-looking male nurse had been circling nearby, looking like he wanted to say something.
It wasn’t until Ye Qingju showed signs of leaving that he finally approached, carefully.
“Mrs. Qi…” He gave her a shy smile. His neat features were the kind that instantly put people at ease.
Ye Qingju returned his smile politely. “Hi. Can I help you?”
The warmth in her voice seemed to calm the young man.
“I didn’t know who else to tell… but it didn’t feel right to keep quiet. So I decided to come find you.”
“The elevator outage earlier—it wasn’t an accident.” “Someone did it on purpose.”