I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 190: Not Indispensable to Each Other

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Not Indispensable to Each Other

Qiao Qingyu did not take the piece of paper, glanced at the work ID, and then retracted her gaze, her brows furrowing slightly as she carefully recalled standing by the car door, facing it, indeed feeling a pair of hands pushing her from behind.

She looked into the other person’s eyes, which seemed open and honest, but the more perceptive Qiao Qingyu still insisted on going to the police station to make a statement.

Zhao Gang did not hesitate at all, guiltily holding Qiao Qingyu’s handbag and saying, "You can go anywhere you like, but I think you should go back and rest now."

Because Qiao Qingyu’s face was pale as a ghost, her lips bloodless—she had indeed been frightened.

Qiao Qingyu glanced at him, pursing her lips and shaking her head.

They entered the police station, where Zhao Gang’s account matched what he had said earlier.

The officer made some calls, finding that Zhao Gang was actually a model worker at the steel factory; he was supposed to go to the branch in the suburban county, but now he was held up.

There was no problem, and it did not involve any breach of public security regulations.

Throughout, Zhao Gang kept apologizing profusely.

And he insisted on escorting Qiao Qingyu back to the guesthouse.

Qiao Qingyu thought about it and declined; since there was no problem, she let it go.

She slowly exhaled, saying sincerely, "Comrade Zhao Gang, thank you for saving me just now."

"Comrade Qiao Qingyu, you can’t say that. If it wasn’t for my push, how could you possibly have fallen off the bus? It’s all my fault..."

Qiao Qingyu waved her hand, not wanting to say more.

The police station personnel had also checked Qiao Qingyu’s introduction letter and work ID, and they treated her courteously throughout. Since Qiao Qingyu had declined Zhao Gang’s offer, two volunteers from the police station bravely escorted her back to the headquarters guesthouse.

As soon as Qiao Qingyu stepped through the front door, a small figure threw itself at her, followed by loud wailing.

Qiao Qingyu was startled and quickly embraced Rongrong, who was rushing towards her, the little girl’s face streaked with tears and dirty as if she was still wearing the small braids Qiao Qingyu had made her yesterday, though one had come undone.

What had happened?

Had she been wronged at home and sneaked out?

Because there was no sign of He Xiuyu in the lobby.

At that moment, Old Xie ran over sweating profusely.

Just about to speak, he saw the medicine on Qiao Qingyu’s arm and quickly asked, "What happened to you?"

Qiao Qingyu waved her hand, "It’s nothing, just a small scrape."

Rongrong, clinging to Qiao Qingyu’s clothes, cried and sobbed, "Little aunt, Grandma has been hospitalized..."

Qiao Qingyu was stunned and involuntarily looked towards Old Xie, who sighed, picked up Rongrong, and said, "Let’s go upstairs to talk."

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t believe that things had become so serious.

Meng Siqi had fallen down the stairs and hit her head; she was now being treated in the emergency center.

Old Xie had not provided any reasons, as he was not sure himself.

Qiao Qingyu’s voice was somewhat hoarse, "Director Xie, why didn’t you tell me in the morning?"

"Qingyu, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but Chief Engineer He forbade me from saying anything."

"And what’s with Rongrong?"

"The child ran out on her own. Luckily, a kind person found her and brought her to our guesthouse."

"Director Xie, how many tickets did you buy?"

"Just the two of us."

He Xuerong, who had initially been docile and cute while letting Qiao Qingyu braid her hair, suddenly turned around crying, "Little aunt, I want to go back with you too. I don’t want to stay here."

"Rongrong, does your little uncle know you came to find me?"

He Xuerong guiltily hung her head.

Director Xie hurriedly said, "I’ve already phoned Chief Engineer He."

After Qiao Qingyu finished packing up for Rongrong, she took her to the hospital.

After much persuasion, convincing Rongrong that she would not send her away, and that she would take her back to Xichuan, Rongrong was no longer so resistant.

By the time Qiao Qingyu arrived at the hospital, Meng Siqi had already been transferred to the ICU.

Still in critical condition.

Qiao Qingyu had taken the initiative to come.

When she stood in the corridor with Rongrong, several people at the ICU door simultaneously turned to look at them, and He Xuerong quickly hid behind her.

He Juanjuan’s face twisted with ferocity, her eyes filled with rage.

When He Shan saw her, he was startled at first, then stood up and said gently, "Qingyu, you’ve come."

He Xiuyu snapped back to reality and quickly walked towards her.

Obviously, He Xiuyu hadn’t rested for a day and a night; he looked haggard, his brow furrowed tightly.

His voice was also somewhat hoarse, "Why have you come?"

Qiao Qingyu nodded toward He Shan, her voice strained, "Uncle He."

He Juanjuan’s voice was sharp, but she was also trying to suppress it because they were in the hospital, "Qiao Qingyu, if you have any shred of humanity, get out of here now, get as far away as possible, and never appear in our lives again."

"Juanjuan shut up!" He Shan scolded with displeasure from the side.

Biting back her anger, He Juanjuan sat in her chair, turned her head away, refusing to look at He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu.

He Xiuyu took Qiao Qingyu’s hand and started walking towards the end of the corridor.

He Xuerong looked back at her grandfather, bit her lip, waved at He Shan, hesitated in place for a moment, then stamped her foot and followed after Qiao Qingyu.

"That heartless little mute!" He Juanjuan cursed vehemently.

He Shan trembled with anger, "You are spoiled by your mother. How can you be so malicious? That’s your older brother’s daughter, your own niece. Can’t you speak human?"

"She’s not my niece; she’s no longer my niece the moment she follows that shameless woman. What’s wrong with my mother? My mother’s life and death are uncertain, and yet you’re here scolding me..." As she spoke, He Juanjuan started to cry.

Qiao Qingyu also heard the crying, but she had already been pulled downstairs by He Xiuyu.

Standing on the marble floor of the staircase, Qiao Qingyu couldn’t help asking, "How is my aunt? What exactly happened?"

He Xiuyu’s face was dark, his brows locked in heavy, unwavering distress and worry.

"She’s still in danger. My mom has a bad heart, and currently, it’s not suitable for her to undergo surgery."

"Is it because of me?"

After saying that, Qiao Qingyu felt her words were meaningless. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, looked up to say something to He Xiuyu, but he preempted her, his voice slightly stern, "Qiao Qingyu, don’t talk to me about divorcing when you go back. What I said to you yesterday was not a joke, nor a whim, but a very serious promise!"

Qiao Qingyu felt a pain in her heart; rationally, she thought it was best for them to separate now.

Objectively speaking, neither of them had invested too much emotion into each other, with just a vague fondness. That’s how He Xiuyu felt towards her, and she felt the same.

Neither could say that they couldn’t live without the other.