Chapter 70: Anything You Ask For

“What’s got you so happy? Your laughter is echoing right through the door!”

Ling Hanyu walked in from outside the bathroom, but Song Qingtian didn’t say a word. She was washing her hands.

But she couldn’t reach the soap dispenser.

Ling Hanyu looked at her tiny little hands, splashed some water onto her delicate palms, squeezed out some soap, and simply took over to wash them for her.

Song Qingtian’s face flushed red, and her whole body felt unbearably hot.

She was absolutely exasperated—ever since she’d been drugged, whenever her body came into contact with Ling Hanyu’s, this would happen.

Ling Hanyu stood right beside Song Qingtian and washed her hands.

He lowered his head and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Song Qingtian looked up blankly and said, “Nothing.”

Ling Hanyu gritted his teeth and said coldly, “I already told you—I can get your parents’ inheritance back for you. Stop daydreaming.”

Song Qingtian pursed her lips and kept a stern expression; it would’ve been better if he hadn’t brought it up at all.

That weasel bowing to the chicken sure doesn’t have good intentions!

Ling Hanyu snapped irritably, “Three million—take it!”

Song Qingtian stared at Ling Hanyu, utterly incredulous.

“If you dare forget about me, just wait and see how I’ll deal with you!”

Ling Hanyu grabbed a paper towel, wiped Song Qingtian’s hands, then picked her up and carried her outside.

Song Qingtian glared at her feet, feeling utterly miserable.

Today was the day that plot of land was going to be auctioned off, and she’d really wanted to go take a look.

Now she couldn’t go after all!

Song Qingtian wanted to be discharged; as soon as she finished breakfast, she said to Ling Hanyu, “I want to leave the hospital.”

Ling Hanyu had just taken a shower and changed clothes. He was busy adjusting his shirt.

The collar was deliberately left wide open as he stood before Song Qingtian and looked down at her.

“Is there something you don’t want to do?”

Song Qingtian remained silent.

Ling Hanyu simply bent down even lower, placing both hands on either side of Song Qingtian, and said, “I’ve got work to do today—two meetings—and someone’s taking care of you here in the hospital. If you’re leaving… will you come with me to the Company?”

“Then I’d rather stay in the hospital.”

“…” Ling Hanyu’s expression darkened. “Why? Do I have your enemies working at my company?”

“Didn’t you say I’m not allowed to set foot in your company, or else you’d break my legs?”

For a moment, Ling Hanyu looked completely bewildered. “Did I really say that?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Song Qingtian was furious. Was the original female supporting character an idiot? Why on earth would she like a jerk like Ling Hanyu?

No fancy house, no access to the company.

And he doesn’t even love you!

Sigh…

How pathetic and lamentable!

“Then I’m taking it back now.”

As he spoke, Ling Hanyu leaned in close to Song Qingtian’s ear and whispered, “Is this okay?”

“I heard there’s a piece of land in the southern suburbs being auctioned off today. I’d like to go take a look—it’s bound to be lively. If you don’t have time, you could send Secretary Yang along with me.”

Song Qingtian wasn’t willing to miss the auction. She absolutely had to see with her own eyes that the land was sold to the Mysterious Big Shot.

Ling Hanyu frowned in surprise. “How did you even know about that piece of land?”

“I heard it from Father.”

“Do you want it?”

“No, I don’t have any money.”

Song Qingtian really didn’t have any money to begin with.

Ling Hanyu looked at her and laughed, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “I do!”

“I don’t want it—it’s yours!”

“I’ll lend it to you!”

Song Qingtian pondered for a moment. Could it be that Ling Hanyu was also eyeing that piece of land?

If so, that would be quite troublesome.

But if she were to bid on it herself, they could always just decide not to buy it in the end.

“So how much will you lend me?”

“How much do you need?”

“The price of that piece of land.”

“But what will you use to pay me back? What if you can’t afford it?”

Ling Hanyu chuckled. A flesh-for-flesh exchange?

He’d only been teasing Song Qingtian.

But she took it seriously.

“Then I’d better not borrow it after all—what if I can’t pay it back?”

“What a loser!”

Ling Hanyu stood up and walked away, clearly displeased.

Even Yang Yifan, standing outside the door, could tell that Ling Hanyu had been joking around with Song Qingtian—but Song Qingtian was different this time. It seemed she didn’t understand any of it at all and was instead fixating on other things.

“General Ling, are we still having our morning meeting today?”

“Cancel it.”

Ling Hanyu glanced at the clock.

“We’re heading to the auction in a bit.”

Yang Yifan never imagined that General Ling would be so accommodating toward Song Qingtian.

They’d actually drawn up plans for that plot of land in the south before.

But for now, they weren’t planning to bid on it, so they hadn’t made any preparations for the auction.

Yet Song Qingtian had managed to stir up General Ling’s interest.

End of Chapter 70: Anything You Ask For