Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Chapter 32: How Much Is It Worth

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Alright.” Han Changqing didn’t know what his master was thinking but Xiao Mohan definitely had his reasons. He believed that Xiao Mohan wouldn’t let go of the lady so easily.
“How much damage did we do to the school?” At that moment, Xiao Mohan suddenly asked that out of the blue.
Han Changqing was puzzled. He raised his head and looked at his master. Then he replied, “Approximately 50 million.”
“Make an excuse and let Gu Yan handle this case.”
Han Changqing was surprised. It might be a little difficult for Gu Yan to handle Xiao Mohan’s case. After all, he only got appointed no long ago.
But it wasn’t appropriate if he didn’t take charge of such a huge matter.
“Yes,” Han Changqing replied.
“Go and settle everything. Don’t let her know about this,” Xiao Mohan continued.
It was better for her not to know some things.
“Yes,” Han Changqing answered and left.
The night was long. Xiao Mohan opened his laptop but he couldn’t concentrate. He kept caressing her head.
Just as he prepared to leave, he suddenly smelled something strange in the air.
He turned and walked back to the side of the bed. He lifted the blanket and noticed that her white pajamas were stained with blood…
“She’s bleeding?” Xiao Mohan immediately turned and went out. He wanted to call Wen Shui.
Suddenly, he stopped. He came back again and touched her forehead. Her fever was still there. Why did she suddenly start bleeding?
Wen Shui just woke up and was standing outside the door. His black short hair was a mess and he was tousling it while preparing to enter. That was when he saw Xiao Mohan turning around and glancing at him.
Wen Shui’s foot was in mid-air. He didn’t dare to put it down. In the end, he shrank back in fear.
“Coward!” Wen Shui scolded himself. He had been afraid of Xiao Mohan ever since he was young. But, he liked to follow Xiao Mohan too.
“Will a high fever cause a lady to bleed from the bottom?”
“What?” Wen Shui retreated from the room as he listened to what Xiao Mohan said. He kept his distance from Xiao Mohan.
Xiao Mohan was unhappy with his reply. Dissatisfaction could be seen on his profile. “Skip the bullsh*t. What is a possible explanation?”
“There are two possibilities. She either had a miscarriage or she’s having her period.” Wen Shui yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.
The moment he turned, he thought of something. He jumped back.
“Did you…” Wen Shui’s thoughts ran wild. He was curious but afraid to ask at the same time.
“Master, master.” Han Changqing just completed his work. When he came in, he saw Xiao Mohan flying out like a gust of wind.
He stood under the night sky and watched the car driving away. “What’s more urgent than being with that person?”
The night was dark. In a high-class clubhouse somewhere in S City.
Inside an exquisite, huge, and dimly lit private room, a man sat in an inconspicuous corner. Another man was standing beside him.
“Mr. Hei, you’ve already waited for ten hours,” the secretary softly reminded the seated man.
The man had been in the same position for the past few hours. When he heard his secretary, he lifted his teacup and took a sip of the tea. “Ten hours?”
“Yes.”
The man stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood there and looked at the bright lights of S City. It gave this city a mysterious feeling.
“Xiao Mohan made me wait for ten hours,” the man said coldly.
The secretary came forward and said politely, “Mr. Hei, you should leave.”
“I should leave,” the man muttered. He clasped his hand forcefully and the teacup shattered into pieces. The broken cup cut his palm.
“Mr. Hei, you’re injured. Let me find you a doctor.”
“There’s no need for that. I’m fine,” the man replied. He opened his hand and the broken cup dropped to the ground. He looked at his injury.
“Ten hours is nothing. I can’t offend the Xiao family yet,” the man continued to mutter as he turned to leave.