The CEO is really domineering

Under the dark night sky, Dong Qing hurriedly walked, thinking about getting back home quickly and resting after a long day. Turning a corner, Dong Qing saw her own door and took out the key from her pocket. Suddenly, her heart stopped beating and her eyes widened as she stared at a dark figure in front of her in fear. What was that? "Clang!" The key in her hand fell to the ground, startling both Dong Qing and the figure in front of her. Frantically, she reached down to pick up the key, ready to run away. The figure groaned in pain, also startled by the sudden noise. Hearing the sound, Dong Qing's tense nerves slowly relaxed, as she recognized the groan as coming from a person. With trembling hands, she took out her phone and turned on the flashlight. Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she cautiously moved towards the figure, her back drenched in sweat. Though she knew it was a person, she couldn't help but feel scared. She carefully watched the figure and prepared to run at any moment. As she got closer, Dong Qing quickly shone her flashlight on the figure. "Go away!" A deep male voice sounded annoyed at being disturbed. Dong Qing was so startled that she almost dropped her phone, but she held onto it tightly and pointed it at the man. Not yet taking a step, Dongqing heard the sound and slowly relaxed her tense nerves because she could tell it was the sound of someone groaning. Nervously, she used her damp hand to take out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Step by step, she nervously moved towards the shadow, taking more than ten steps. Dongqing's back was drenched in cold sweat, even though she knew it was a person, she couldn't help but feel scared. She cautiously stared at the dark figure, ready to run at any moment. Slowly getting closer, Dongqing quickly shone her phone's flashlight over the figure. "Go away," a deep male voice sounded annoyed at being disturbed. Dongqing was so startled that she almost dropped her phone, but she held onto it tightly and aimed it at the man. In the light of the phone's flashlight, Dongqing could see the man's face clearly. His pale complexion made his handsome face look weak and unnatural. He was leaning against the wall in the shadow, wrapped in two or three layers of suits, which seemed out of place for the weather in June. Meeting his gaze, which was like an ancient well, Dongqing suddenly felt calm. His eyes dispelled her fear. She squatted down in front of him and realized that he was injured. This area was chaotic, and she often encountered people who were injured from fights. She usually avoided them. But Dongqing felt that this man was different from the others, she couldn't explain why, but he was different in some way. Plus, he was injured and lying near her house. She wanted to ignore him, but for some reason, she blurted out, "Are you injured? Can I help you?" The man didn't answer her. Dongqing stood up and went back to open the door. After she entered the house, she regretted her decision. Was it too dangerous to help a stranger? Following the principle of not harming others but also not being defenseless, she prepared herself and decided to take him to the hospital. Returning to his side, Dongqing asked, "Shall I take you to the hospital?" The man's gaze made her shiver, and she stopped herself from saying the rest of her sentence. After a two-second pause, Dongqing changed her words, "Then, can I help you rest in my room first? I mean no harm!" She nervously pinched the scissors in her hand. To her surprise, the man nodded lightly and leaned against the wall, saying, "Help me." Dongqing took his arm and supported him. "He's so heavy! He must be seriously injured!" Dongqing thought to herself as she helped him back to the room. She put him on the bed and bent over, panting heavily. Dongqing sat on a chair, not knowing what to do next, so she just stared at him blankly. Nervously, she used her sweaty hand to grab her phone, turned on the flashlight, and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. Step by step, she moved towards the dark shadow, her back drenched in cold sweat. Although she knew it was a person, she couldn't help but feel scared. She cautiously stared at the dark shadow, ready to run at any moment. Slowly, she got closer and closer, using the flashlight on her phone to quickly scan the dark shadow. "Go away," a deep male voice sounded annoyed at being disturbed. She was so startled that she almost dropped her phone, but she held onto it tightly and aimed it at the man. Through the light of the flashlight, she could see the man's face. His pale complexion made his handsome face look unnaturally weak. He was leaning against the wall in the shadow, wearing two or three layers of suits that seemed out of place for the June weather. Meeting his gaze, she suddenly felt calm. His eyes seemed to dispel her fear. She crouched down in front of him and realized that he was injured. This area was chaotic and she often encountered injured people from fights. She usually avoided them, but this man seemed different. She couldn't put her finger on why, but he was lying injured near her house. She wanted to ignore him, but something compelled her to ask, "Are you injured? Can I help you?" The man didn't answer her. She stood up and went back to open the door. After going inside, she regretted her decision. Was it too dangerous to help a stranger like this? Following the principle of not harming others but also not being defenseless, she prepared herself and decided to take him to the hospital. Returning to his side, she asked, "Can I take you to the hospital?" The man's chilling gaze made her stop in her tracks. After a moment of hesitation, she changed her words, "Then can I help you to my room to rest for a bit? I mean no harm!" She nervously gripped the scissors in her hand. To her surprise, the man nodded and leaned against the wall, saying, "Help me." She took his arm and supported him. "He's heavy. He must be seriously injured," she thought to herself. They stumbled back into the room and she helped him onto the bed. Exhausted, she sat on a chair, not knowing what to do next, just staring at him. The man slowly took off his two suits, revealing a blood-stained shirt underneath. She couldn't sit still and wanted to help him, but he coldly refused her, leaving her feeling frustrated and unappreciated for her kindness. The exhausted Dongqing sat on the chair, not knowing what to do next, and could only stare at him blankly. The man, who had recovered, slowly took off his two suits, revealing the blood-stained shirt underneath. Dongqing couldn't sit still and hurriedly got up to help him, but the man coldly rejected her, leaving her feeling frustrated and unappreciated. Not wanting to witness this bloody scene, Dongqing asked him, "What else do you need? If there's anything missing, I can go buy it for you." It seemed like he wanted to take care of his wounds himself. Soon, Dongqing bought a pile of things he needed according to his request, and then quietly watched from the side. In fact, she was very curious why this man wasn't afraid that she would go to the police. Dongqing couldn't bear to watch anymore. She had never seen someone so cruel to herself. When the knife dug into his flesh, he didn't even hesitate. He didn't even frown when he dug out the bullet with a knife. Although sweat was pouring down his face, his breathing remained steady. Dongqing was completely stunned, her mouth slightly open. It wasn't until he finished cleaning the wound, applying medicine, and bandaging it that Dongqing slowly came back to her senses. Looking at the bed covered in bloodstains, Dongqing was at a loss for words. This man was such a jerk. Dongqing asked without hesitation, "Hey! What's your name?" As she searched through the sheets, she muttered to herself, "My name is Haidongqing, you can just call me Dongqing!" "Mosen," his indifferent tone made Dongqing want to slap him, but she resisted after considering the ratio of slapping him and being slapped by him. Mosen was a very clean man. As soon as Dongqing found a new sheet, he struggled to stand up. Dongqing held the sheet in one hand and helped him lean against the chair with the other. Dongqing quickly gathered all the items on the sheet into a ball and threw it on the ground, then spread out the new sheet and arranged the bedding. She then helped Mosen lie down on the bed, exhausted and covered in sweat. Dongqing finally remembered the antique air conditioner that had been used for many years. A cool breeze blew in, "Something is better than nothing." Dongqing thought to herself as she adjusted the temperature. She covered Mosen with the bedding and turned around, only to hear a "clap" as the scissors she had been holding fell to the ground. Dongqing awkwardly looked at the scissors on the ground, while secretly glancing at Mosen's reaction on the bed. Mosen may really be weak, he seems to have not noticed all of this, Dong Qing quickly picked up the scissors on the ground and put them in the drawer. Tired and hungry, Dong Qing ran into the small kitchen that could only fit one person and cooked instant noodles. Then she thought of Mosen, she couldn't let him starve like this, he was so weak, if he starved to death or couldn't make it here, she would be in big trouble. She didn't want to be suspected as a murderer. She rummaged through the cabinets and found half a bag of rice and half a bag of red dates, it would have to do, he didn't look like he could eat anything else. She put water in and cooked the rice porridge. Dong Qing carried the cooked instant noodles and sat in front of the computer desk, wolfing it down. Estimating the time, she took down the rice porridge and put it in a bowl to cool down, then she found a plastic spoon. She patted Mosen and whispered, "Drink some porridge and then sleep! Your body is too weak right now!" She helped the silent Mosen sit up on the bed and fed him spoonfuls of porridge. Dong Qing felt a little awkward, she had never fed a man like this, including her boyfriend back in her hometown.