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I, who had always been a light sleeper, managed to sleep for more than ten hours straight. I suspected that the medicine sent by Xiao He was problematic, so I secretly poured it into a flower pot. Sure enough, that night, while Xiao He slept soundly outside, I was wide awake. I tiptoed around her and made my way to the yard.
The security guards had changed shifts, and the cook was nowhere to be seen. Long Qi's fate was uncertain. In just a few weeks, everything had changed, except for the large tree in the courtyard that still stood tall.
My weak body shouldn’t have been climbing; each step felt like walking on the edge of a blade. The wound on my back reopened, and I could feel warm droplets of blood sliding down, yet I felt no pain as I stubbornly continued to climb.
Long Qi, Long Qi... Your princess is looking for you again. This time, will you come to get me?
Perhaps heaven finally showed mercy; just as I was about to fall, I caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was an illusion, but the arms that wrapped around me felt so real.
I joyfully hugged the person’s neck. "You came?"
But I quickly realized something was off; this person was much more robust than Long Qi.
"Who are you?"
"I am Assistant Lu."
Assistant Lu... Assistant Lu...
"Then... then you must know Long Qi, right? Where is he? Is he still alive?"
In the darkness, the man nodded.
Still alive, still alive! My bodyguard is still alive!
Tears of joy flowed uncontrollably as the weight on my heart finally lifted. My legs went weak, and just as I was about to sit down to rest, I heard Assistant Lu say, "I took a risk coming here. Miss Jiang, out of your great compassion, perhaps you should let President Song order Long Qi's execution."
Execution...
What does execution mean? What do you mean by "perhaps let President Song order the execution"?
I understood all these words, but when combined, I couldn't grasp their meaning. My mind went blank as I looked up to meet his compassionate gaze. I opened my mouth, my whole body trembling violently, and suddenly I couldn't control myself and bent over to vomit.
Had they tortured him? What kind of torment could lead a trained bodyguard to prefer death?
"Okay... okay," I responded to Assistant Lu, "I understand."
I couldn't remember how I got back that day; all I recalled was waking Xiao He in a daze.
"Miss Jin Qing?"
She woke up groggily and then exclaimed, "Why are you here? Oh my, your injury—"
I interrupted her outburst.
"Notify Mr. Song that I need to see him."
Song Moting made me wait until the following evening before he finally arrived. By the time he came, the dishes on the dining table had long since cooled, but it didn't matter; I knew he wouldn't eat.
I put on his favorite black evening gown and stood at the door waiting for him. He lifted my chin and said, "Jiang Jinqing, I heard you were looking for me?"
"I beg you... execute him..."
"Execute who?"
I heard my voice sound like a worn-out bellows.
"Execute Long Qi..."
Song Moting released his grip with satisfaction, and I saw the hem of his coat sway gently as he sat down in the leather chair.
"What are you prepared to offer me in exchange?"
"Everything, my everything."
From above came the sound of glasses clinking; I guessed he was savoring whiskey.
Time seemed to freeze, and the ice cubes in the glass made a faint clinking sound.
"I don't like dirty things. Go get a full check-up and report to the company in a week. I'll arrange a special assistant position for you."
At that moment, I finally understood why I had the identity of "Miss Jin Qing"; he had been paving the way for my entry into the company all along.
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