I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 213: She Doesn’t Even Know If It Will Damage Her Kidneys

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: She Doesn’t Even Know If It Will Damage Her Kidneys

After finishing, He Xiuyu picked up a taller stack of documents next to him, drew another pen from the pen holder, and stopped teasing Qiao Qingyu, bowing his head to begin his work.

Qiao Qingyu found it quite novel; this was the first time she interacted with He Xiuyu in such a manner. Normally, when he was working, Qiao Qingyu never came to the study.

She thought He Xiu Yu was just putting on a show, but she realized that he was seriously focused on his work now.

With the pen in her hand, Qiao Qingyu quietly observed He Xiuyu. His eyebrows were long, his eyelids hung low, and under the desk lamp, his eyelashes appeared especially long, casting crescent moon-like shadows below his eyes.

His lips were also attractive. He Xiuyu wasn’t a stern person, thus his lips tended to curve upwards slightly.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular arms.

Qiao Qingyu knew that he often worked with engineers to adjust machinery in the workshop, working just as hard as the workers.

Thus, He Xiuyu’s physique was also good, strong and firm, coupled with his tall stature, he possessed a handsome and reassuring presence.

His hands looked nice too, holding a pen, he was writing something while reading, and for a moment, Qiao Qingyu found herself staring.

Indeed, a man who is serious is exceptionally handsome!

She felt a particular urge to rush over and kiss him, hold him, and even touch his firm and tight waist. Tempted so much, she hardly knew if it would affect his kidney.

Across from her, He Xiuyu still bowed his head but suddenly spoke, "Qiao Qingyu, your drool is dripping..."

Qiao Qingyu was startled, instinctively touching the corner of her mouth, then realizing she had been tricked, picked up a book, and threw it at He Xiuyu.

He Xiuyu caught the book accurately and placed it on a nearby shelf, his expression half-smiling, "Is it necessary to be so angry, I was just joking."

Qiao Qingyu glared at him but did not actually leave the study angrily as she was also curious about the test He Xiuyu had given her.

Thus, Qiao Qingyu stopped staring at He Xiuyu and quietly sat across from him, taking the test seriously.

The room quieted down immediately, the only sound was the rustling of the pen on paper.

Qiao Qingyu was also a person serious about work. After she finished the test, He Xiuyu simply told her to leave the test there and go rest early.

Qiao Qingyi stood up and glanced at the documents in front of He Xiuyu.

Although she didn’t want to admit it, Qiao Qingyu knew that He Xiuyu wouldn’t deal with those letters and dossiers in front of her, nor modify those drafts, if there wasn’t sufficient trust.

These subtle details were particularly heartwarming.

However, before leaving the study, Qiao Qingyu glanced at the calendar on the wall, which had flipped to September, and the little flower drawn on that day stood out prominently.

He Xiuyu had been working earnestly, but when he saw Qiao Qingyu standing under the calendar, looking a bit awkward, holding a pen in his hand, he asked in a serious tone, "Why haven’t you gone to rest?"

Qiao Qingyu thought about it; she would know what gift he was preparing for her on her birthday. Since he enjoyed surprising her, she decided to wait.

Qiao Qingyu giggled at him and quickly went to the bedroom.

However, He Xiuyu hurried to the calendar, feeling it wasn’t good to display his intentions so openly on the calendar, but since he had drawn it with a ballpoint pen, he wondered whether to apply some solution to remove it before deciding against it. Wasn’t it just deceiving oneself?

Since Qiao Qingyu already knew, she hadn’t asked him what the little flower represented. Given Qiao Qingyu’s personality, she might have thought of something else.

He Xiuyu slowly exhaled and returned to his desk to continue working.

He worked until early morning, stretched his back, massaged his temples, and then prepared to rest.

However, unexpectedly, in the quiet night and silent study, the ringing of the phone suddenly sounded. Though the ring wasn’t loud, it was particularly harsh this night, startling not only others but He Xiuyu himself.

He answered the phone, and Uncle Qiao’s voice came from the other end, "Hello, is this He Xiuyu’s house?"

"... Yes."

"Are you He Xiuyu?"

He Xiuyu hadn’t spoken with Uncle Qiao before. "May I ask who’s speaking?"

"I’m Qiao Qingyu’s uncle."

"Hello, Uncle, is there something you need by calling so late?"

He Xiuyu glanced at the door and asked in a low voice.

"I was just seeing if I could get through. He Xiuyu, there’s nothing we can do here. Qiao Qingyu’s mom suddenly fell seriously ill. Our local hospital couldn’t handle it and suggested transferring her to the provincial hospital. Do you know any doctors there?"

He Xiuyu pondered for a moment, then quickly promised, "Uncle, don’t worry, I’ll contact the doctors at North City Hospital for you right now."

He continued, "You can wait at the large brigade headquarters; I will try to hurry."

He Xiuyu had not expected that Han Xianglan would suddenly fall gravely ill. He hung up and prepared to close the study door.

But he hadn’t expected Qiao Qingyu to be coming toward him from the living room.

Qiao Qingyu stood at the door, her eyebrows furrowed, looking somewhat groggy. Clearly, she hadn’t slept well. She said, "I just heard the phone ring. Was it from your work?"

He Xiuyu shook his head, "I’ll talk to you about it later."

Then he began making calls.

Once he made the call, Qiao Qingyu naturally understood what was going on. Initially standing at the doorway, she now stood across the desk, her hands tightly clutching the edge of the desk. No wonder her chest felt tight continuously.

So her mother was ill. Was it truly a mother-daughter connection?

It was Qiao Qingyu’s first time experiencing such feeling.

After He Xiuyu had made the necessary contacts, he immediately called Uncle Qiao, who had been waiting at the brigade headquarters. By this time, half an hour had passed, and although he had made only two calls, the hassle of making arrangements was troubling.

Hearing that arrangements had been made, Uncle Qiao quickly said thank you.

Qiao Qingyu snatched the phone, her voice urgent, "Uncle, how is my mom really doing? How serious is it? Tell me the truth."

Uncle Qiao didn’t try to keep her from worrying. He knew that if something happened and Qiao Qingyu couldn’t see her mother for the last time, the child would never be at peace her whole life.

Han Xianglan’s condition was very severe, unconscious, and the doctors said her heartbeat was almost imperceptible. Even they couldn’t say whether she would pull through, so he said gravely, "Then you should come home for a bit."

"I’ll come back tomorrow." Then Qiao Qingyu’s voice trembled as she asked, "Uncle, how did my mom suddenly become so ill?"