The Queen of Gossip

Huang stood up slowly, without looking back, and continued: "Put on your clothes, I don't want to dirty my eyes."

This man is really hard-hearted, Mechelle gritted her teeth, endured the shame of being insulted, put on her clothes rustlingly, and once again made it to the opposite side of Huang.

"That's right, I still have the possibility of negotiating." Huang raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly.

"I guess, you have used this move on Luo Xichen before, how did he react?"

Mechelle's face was pale, she clenched her teeth, and lowered her head: "He threw me to five men."

"Oh, it seems that I underestimated him." A trace of sarcasm flashed across Huang's eyes, "If it wasn't for Sazhi, I might be able to become good friends with Luo Xichen."

Mechelle's face turned pale again: "Don't talk about these nonsense."

"Actually, I think, Miss Michelle, you could have been a proud noble lady, so why make yourself look like a ghost."

"Because I love him, I love Lucifer, I love him crazy, crazy, no one can stop me!"

"I think you're just not reconciled." Huang's face was expressionless, cold and devoid of any warmth, "Your family background is so superior that your eyes are so high, it's really sad."

"Hmph, it's as if you're going to be smart." Mechelle snorted coldly, and the sarcasm between the words was unmistakable.

"I'm different from Saori." Huang's eyes shifted to the swaying vines outside the window, "The highest value of her to me is not love between a man and a woman, but power."

"Mr. Hoshino, you are the most realistic man I have ever seen."

"Can I take that as a compliment?"

"Oh, of course you can."

"Shazhi, I must take it away no matter what."

There was a flash of determination in Huang's eyes.

**.**.**.**.**.

Su Wanqing was driving the car on the bustling highway. The night in X City is very lively. I don't know if it's because the neon lights are so dazzling today, but I always feel a little groggy.

Especially when she returned home, her mind began to ache again.

Mr. Huang said that she had a headache because of the resistance to the equipment, and he injected her with painkillers.

An hour or two passed, and it seemed that the painkiller had worn off.

The moment she stepped into the living room, Su Wanqing couldn't stop the surging dizziness and pain, so she fell to the ground.

"Young Mistress! What's wrong with you!"

Aunt Yan, who was cleaning the room, let out an exclamation, put down the scouring pad in her hand, and rushed over, holding Su Wanqing's body that fell to the ground with a look of horror.

"Aunt Yan... Where's Xi... Xichen?" She felt so dizzy and sad that she was about to die.

"The young master hasn't come back yet, I...I'll call the young master right away." There were tears in the corners of Aunt Yan's eyes.

"Hey, is it the young master? The young mistress fainted in the room. Come back quickly."

"Yes, yes, I will take her to the hospital first."

After hanging up the phone, Aunt Yan called her husband and son to help, carried Su Wanqing into the car and sent her to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Su Wanqing vomited out in Aunt Yan's arms because of a headache, or because the car was driving a little too fast, causing some motion sickness.