C5 Obedient Dog

"The family didn't come. Who did it?"

Jian Mo's mind was in a mess. The doctor approached with the folder in his hand. She held the agreement in her hands and read it from beginning to end.

"With a click, the folder fell to the ground beside her feet. It was as if her chest had been hollowed out.

Qiao Ye, male, 26 years old, and he played the piano.

As these pieces of information intertwined with each other, a handsome face appeared in her mind. Memories trapped her like a huge net, making it hard for her to breathe.

Qiao Ye, Qiao Ye, the person who had accompanied and encouraged her.

At that time, she was still young, seventeen years old, and she was familiar with all kinds of dating apps. There was someone who chatted with her all night, teaching her how to release the pressure from her studies.

After chatting for a long time, she finally met him, and it was winter solstice.

She was wrapped in a thick down jacket when she saw Qiao Ye, who was thin and clean. He said that he was going to America to enroll in the Berkeley Music Academy.

Over the years, they had been in contact intermittently. They often saw news of him winning the grand prize in various music competitions on television.

No, it could not be such a coincidence!

"You..." The doctor wanted to scold her, but when he saw her ashen face, he didn't blame her. He picked up the surgery consent form and handed it to Jian Ce. "Sign it quickly. After you sign it, pay the fee."

Jian Ce looked at the bill and roughly counted to six figures. He felt dizzy.

"Doctor, can you let me see the patient's ID or let me go into the ward to confirm it?" Jian Mo came back to her senses and asked with a trembling voice, hoping that it wasn't the Qiao Ye she knew.

"What's there to confirm? Baid yourself. The patient's injuries are very serious. What's the point of drinking and driving? It could very well ruin someone's life, do you understand?"

Qiao Ye, is there a second pianist on the search engine?

Jian Mo took two steps back helplessly. She finally understood why the doctor's attitude was so cold. Jian Jingran had caused a drunk driver's accident, which was extremely bad!

"Doctor, we don't have that much money. Can you contact his family? We can pay them back in the future, okay?" Jian Ce lowered his voice and did not consider selling his house or car at all.

Qiao Ye did not seem to have any relatives, and he had never heard him mention that he had bought a plane ticket to enter the Berkeley Music Academy on a scholarship.

"Doctor, use this as collateral first! I'll gather the money soon." Jian Mo took off the bell around her neck. It was made of pure gold, which was the only valuable thing she had on her.

"Momo, I knew you were still kissing your brother. Hurry up and go. If you're late, Jingran will have to spend the night in the police station..." Kuan Lingyue's tears were flowing down her face. It was rare for her to reveal a motherly smile.

If it weren't for Qiao Ye, Jian Mo would've sworn that she wouldn't care about anything in the Jian family anymore.

Walking out of the hospital, she stood on the busy street and gazed at the people coming and going. She didn't know where to go.

Should she borrow it from Yang Zhexu?

Would he lend it to her?

Perhaps he would embarrass her even more?

Who else would be so rich that they would not even blink their eyes when they had more than a hundred thousand yuan?

At this moment, Jian Mo realized that the thirty million yuan she had earned with her freedom, the car she had bought, and everything else were not in her name.

"Where is it?"

A message came from Yang Zhexu.

He had only been gone for more than an hour, and he was already in a hurry to locate her. Was he worried that she would run away again and lose her plaything?

No matter how bad the future was, it couldn't be that bad, right?

After a long mental struggle, she deleted and wrote and deleted the text, but Jian Mo still sent it in one go.

"Something happened at home. I want to borrow 200,000 yuan."

After sending the message, she raised her head and looked at the sky. The sunlight was so bright that it hurt her pupils. She waited, feeling uneasy.

"Come to the company."

Jian Mo looked back at the hospital building, clenching her fists. When she let go, she stopped a taxi.

"Sir, let's go to Huafeng Building. Thank you."

After giving the address and urging the driver over and over again, they arrived at their destination in about ten minutes.

In the CBD Center, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, the spire of the H Group soared into the clouds.

Huafeng - the industry of the country's top electronics and technology giants.

After reporting her identity at the front desk, the receptionist called the CEO's assistant to confirm her appointment and led her to take the elevator all the way up.

In the sightseeing elevator with four walls of glass, one could clearly see that City A was getting bigger and bigger under their feet, and the cars and pedestrians below their feet were as dense as ants.

"Ding!"

As the elevator doors opened, the walls of the well-lit floor were covered with expensive oil paintings. Men and women in business attire walked in and out in an orderly manner.

"Miss Jian, please."

The assistant of the CEO greeted her. She was dressed in a black suit and a white shirt. She had a buzz cut and looked young and capable. They had met a few times.

At this point, Jian Mo's footsteps were a little stiff. Yang Zhexu wouldn't lend her money so easily. The price of throwing thirty million yuan at her two months ago was still fresh in her mind.

Qiao Ye.

The name weighed heavily on her heart. She had no friends, and Qiao Ye was someone who had grown up with her. If she died in a car accident, she would have a guilty conscience for the rest of her life.

Jian Mo arrived in front of the CEO's office with her roller. The assistant pushed open the double doors and stood outside, bowing respectfully. "Director Yang, Miss Jian is here."

This was the first time Jian Mo had entered Yang Zhexu's office. It was wide, clean, and simple.

Yang Zhexu sat on the swivel chair at his desk with a stack of documents in his hand. He flipped through the papers and signed his name at the bottom of the page with a pen without raising his head.

After the assistant left, Jian Mo slowly walked into the office.

Yang Zhexu liked the grayish-black color, and the decorations were similar to his home.

Jian Mo didn't have the mood to look around at the furnishings. Her gaze didn't even blink as she looked at the man who was busy reading.

"Zhexu..."

The room was very quiet, so quiet that the trembling in her voice was extremely clear.

He was still indifferent as he started to write.

Jian Mo didn't dare to disturb him any longer. She obediently stood in front of the desk and waited until he had signed the last document, closed the pen, and pinched his knuckles. Only then did she speak again, "Zhexu, my brother hit someone..."

Jian Mo felt that there was no need to say anything more. Yang Zhexu definitely didn't care.

Yang Zhexu was expressionless. Looking into her flickering eyes, he subconsciously lowered his gaze and fixed it on her swan neck. He suddenly frowned, "Where's the dog bell?"

Jian Mo realized that her neck was empty. She had just pawned it to the doctor in a moment of desperation.

His ink-splashed eyes were too cold, and the pressure emitted from his body made Jian Mo shiver. She covered her neck and said timidly, "I will redeem it soon."

"Redeemed?" Yang Zhexu raised his eyebrows, stood up and pushed the swivel chair back, the corner of his mouth raised in ridicule, "Hey, little thing, have you forgotten your identity?"

Identity?

Lover or toy?

Jian Mo had nowhere to hide, just standing in front of Yang Zhexu made her legs go soft.

"Forgot?" Yang Zhexu asked again, there was no anger on his handsome face, his jade-like knuckles knocked on the table, "Crawl over here, I have to teach you how to be an obedient dog."