Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1211 - 1189: The Most Perfect Love Letter in the World (Part 1)
Mike paused for a moment and continued, "In the coming days, a few senior members and I will manage the Longding Society well. Over the years, Mr. Qiao has developed quite a few legitimate businesses, like real estate and entertainment, to prepare for a day like this. Rest assured, these businesses are enough to maintain the society’s various expenses and normal operations."
Qiao Yongyong felt a bit relieved and nodded.
After Nie Yixiao saw Mike off, he returned to the suite and saw her sitting on the bed in a daze again.
The yellowed and old satin diary was tossed on the sofa.
He bent his tall body, picked up the diary, and placed it in front of her. "Aren’t you going to take a look?"
She glanced at the diary, her expression slightly tense.
It was as if the diary was like a hot potato, whether to accept it or not.
What’s there to see?
Does it want her to read the journey of a devil who forced a woman?
Does it want her to see how her biological mother resisted her biological father, eventually giving birth to her unwillingly?
Instead of harboring complex feelings for Qiao Zonghan as she does now, she would rather he never tell her the truth.
That way, in her heart, he’ll always be a brother who spoils her.
And not a devil-like father who once forced her biological mother.
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In the evening, seeing her in low spirits, Nie Yixiao didn’t take her downstairs to the restaurant. Instead, he called for room service.
The servant pushed a silver dining cart upstairs.
Various foods were prepared on the cart.
He specially asked the hotel to prepare Chinese cuisine, with dishes she liked to eat.
Qiao Yongyong hadn’t eaten well while in custody, sometimes going two days without a bite. Worried about Qiao Zonghan when in the hospital, she didn’t eat much either. Today, having suddenly received such news about her family, she looked at the lavish food but had no appetite.
She took two sips of chicken soup and then pushed the bowl away.
Nie Yixiao looked at the petite woman before him. Originally about ninety pounds, she had lost at least another ten pounds in such a short time.
Her frame was already small, and now she looked as if she would float away.
Just moments ago, when he carried her in and out of the car, he almost felt as if he was holding a small child, so light.
He picked up a fork, speared a piece of beef, and gently opened her small mouth. "Eat a piece."
"I don’t want to eat." She turned her tiny face away.
He lowered his tone. "Do you know how thin you’ve become now?"
Her lips curved into a carefree smile. "Think of it as losing weight. I bet I wouldn’t lose this much even by spending big bucks in a gym."
Being around this girl, whether in hardship or adversity, always brings good cheer.
Because she is always so optimistic.
He changed his strategy, coaxing her like a little daughter. "Eat this meal properly, and I’ll agree to anything you want."
After thinking it over, she found it a good deal and finally bit into the piece of beef and swallowed it.
Her body was still weak; eating too greasy or nutritious foods wasn’t good, as it could be too much for her to handle. He poured a bowl of clear broth, pulled her onto his lap, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.
She was like a child at first, unwilling to eat, but as he fed her, her interest grew, and she found the food quite good, eventually eating more.
After dinner, Nie Yixiao changed her bandages and carried her to bed.
Since she still had injuries that would hurt if touched, he didn’t sleep in her bed or in the neighboring small suite. Instead, he rested on the sofa beside the big bed to easily take care of her.
Late into the night, as Qiao Yongyong’s mood settled, she finally gathered the courage to pick up that diary.
With her arms bent and resting on her knees, she hesitated to open it.
After a long while, she took a deep breath and turned to the first page.
Over twenty years ago, computers weren’t widely used yet, and there weren’t social media platforms like Weibo, Twitter, or Facebook.
Many people still preferred handwriting to record their feelings.
No one could imagine that the dignified head of a generation of the Chinese Mafia could have such a moment.
Qiao Zonghan’s handwritten penmanship was beautiful, possibly because these were diaries from over twenty years ago, with strokes carrying traces of youthful defiance and the unruliness of a Mafia scion.
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"February 20th, Overcast with light rain
Just arrived in Southeast Asia and moved into the manor arranged by the AJ Group.
The weather’s bad today, overcast with rain. Upon entering the villa, several maids arranged for me came forward to change my shoes and clothes.
I could sense the maids’ enthusiasm and initiative towards me. They must have been instructed to serve me well.
I was quite impatient and told them all to get out.
Among the maids, one figure slipped away the fastest. I even heard her quietly breathe a sigh of relief after I said ’get out’.
Is this little maid deliberately going against me?"
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"March 15th, Clear
Been residing in Southeast Asia for half a month. Business here with AJ Group is going smoothly.
Haven’t seen her these past two days. Not sure why, but I feel a bit unsettled.
Is it because the weather in Southeast Asia is too hot and humid?
Is that woman avoiding me?"
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"March 17th, Clear
I found an excuse to have her serve me personally.
She was very unwilling, with a sullen face all afternoon as she served tea and water.
How dare she scowl at me?
Does she even realize that if she were another woman, she would have been dead eight thousand times by now!"
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"March 20th, Overcast
Yesterday, I heard from Mike about her story.
Turns out she’s the daughter of a Chinese undercover agent, captured and confined by the AJ Group for years.
Today, I took out a few guns from my collection and asked her to clean them for me.
She surprisingly knew the model well. Indeed, she’s the daughter of a military family.
I took the opportunity to chat with her, and for once, she talked with me more.
She said she comes from a military family, and her dream was to be a war correspondent.
Ha, her? A war correspondent?
So frail, if a bomb went off, she’d probably be scared to tears. How can she manage without protection?
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The following two months were all about the mundane daily interactions between Qiao Zonghan and Qin Xiaopei recorded during his stay in Southeast Asia.
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"April 1st, Cloudy
Last night, went out for dinner with someone and had a drink. Under the influence, I kissed her.
She resisted fiercely and ran away.
The past two days, she hasn’t spoken to me, only doing her chores silently, and even refusing to eat. When I pressured her to talk, pressured her to eat, she just stubbornly stared at me.
I really don’t know what to do with this woman!"
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"April 2nd, Overcast
The business in Southeast Asia is almost finished. Actually, I could have left by now, but for some reason, I had Mike delay my flight."
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"April 4th, Clear
The weather is nice today, but I’m in a terrible mood!
I said I would ask the AJ Group for her, to take her back with me.
She bit me hard, refusing to go, saying that if I forcibly took her, she’d find a chance to kill me.
