The CEO is really domineering

Chapter 3: The Injured Man

Busy all morning, Dong Qing's back was sore and she couldn't stop yawning. Right now, she didn't want to ask anything, she just wanted to lie down on the desk and take a nap.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the old air conditioner making a whooshing sound.

She slept soundly for a while. Dong Qing lifted her numb arm and stretched, feeling something fall off her body. She turned around and saw a man's suit lying on the ground. She didn't remember putting on this suit before going to sleep. Even if she did, it wouldn't be the one she bought for Mo Sen! "Could it be?"

East Qing looked up and saw that there was no trace of Mo Sen on the bed. Worried, she got up and ran outside.

At this moment, the sky had already turned dark, with no trace of moonlight. Mo Sen stood motionless outside, his face not visible, only his tall and straight figure, exuding a sense of loneliness.

At this moment, East Qing's heart was beating and feeling melancholic. She suddenly had a feeling that Mo Sen was like a wounded and lonely wolf, waiting for his time to come.

Who exactly is Mo Sen?

Confused, without disturbing him, East Qing went to do her own tasks.

After a while, Mo Sen returned to the room. East Qing had prepared the food and they silently ate facing each other.

Mo Sen's physical strength was truly strong. Despite such serious injuries and losing so much blood, he only rested for one day and already looked much better. Although East Qing tried to stop him, Mo Sen completely ignored her and went to take a shower. Feeling a bit angry, but unable to do anything, East Qing still placed the clothes she had prepared outside the bathroom door and knocked twice.

After Mo Sen finished showering, East Qing still worried about his injuries and wanted to check on them. However, Mo Sen's cold gaze stopped her good intentions.

East Qing angrily picked up the clothes and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Humph, what does his life and death have to do with her? He's such an ungrateful person.

After getting dressed, East Qing came out. Now there was a stranger in the room, a man at that. She couldn't act as freely as before. She wore a pair of sky blue jeans and a pure white shirt with lace edges, highlighting her graceful figure and lively personality.

Mosen fell asleep, Dongqing was speechless. Not only does this guy not know how to be grateful, but he also has an unusually thick skin. The fact that he can go take a shower shows that his body has recovered well, but he still occupies her bed, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Dongqing could only smile generously at Mosen's pale and bloodless face, not wanting to argue with him. She turned around and poured a large glass of warm water for him, placing it on the bedside table. She also divided a bunch of anti-inflammatory and blood-supplementing medicine that she bought into the cup according to the morning dosage. Looking at all these medicine boxes, Dongqing shook her head. In order to avoid suspicion, she had to go to different pharmacies to buy these medicines. She cursed in her heart, these businesses are so greedy, selling medicine at such high prices.

It was still early, and Dongqing felt much more energetic after taking a nap in the afternoon. Without feeling sleepy, she turned on her computer and logged into her QQ account.

She felt a little disappointed. If she didn't take the initiative to contact him, her boyfriend Deng Wei would never take the initiative to contact her. Dongqing felt tired, she was like a beggar waiting for emotional alms, trying to please Deng Wei.

She had thought about giving up, but every time she thought about the two years of beautiful fairy tale love in school, she hesitated. After all, Deng Wei was her first love, she had taken care of him and he had treated her well, she couldn't bear to let go.

But even if she couldn't bear it, she wasn't stupid. It had been almost a year since they graduated, and Deng Wei's attitude had gradually changed from hot to cold, making Dongqing lose confidence in this relationship. She felt that breaking up was just a matter of time.

Feeling annoyed and restless, she closed Deng Wei's chat window and opened the news. Dongqing read the news to distract herself from thinking about him. She didn't need pity love.

As she browsed through the strange and interesting news from around the world, the beautiful scenery and local customs, Dongqing really wanted to experience them, but she didn't have the money.

As soon as she thought about money, Dongqing suddenly remembered something and quickly typed in the words "ancient jade" and clicked search. She wanted to check the family heirloom that her father had mentioned and gave to her, to see if it was valuable.

But no matter how she searched, there were millions of results for ancient jade on the screen, but not the one she had in her hand.

Some confusion arose, Dongqing began to suspect her father: with such a drunkard father, if the ancient jade treasure was really as valuable as her father said, why didn't he sell it for money to buy more alcohol? How could he give it to her so easily?

In a fallen family like hers, how could there be any ancient jade treasures? Her father had stopped drinking in recent years, and she was already grateful for that. But now he was dreaming of getting rich together with her, it must be because he had lost his mind.

Her father might have been burned by alcohol, but her own mind was still clear. Giving up on the unrealistic dream of getting rich, Dongqing was filled with worries. She had a love-hate relationship with her father, who had only known how to drink his whole life. Her mother had left them when she was very young for some unknown reason, leaving her and her grandmother to fend for themselves. If her father didn't drink, she believed they would have lived a good life. So she still resented her father for selling their old house for alcohol, leaving her and her grandmother with nowhere to go. They not only had to worry about their livelihood every day, but also had to move frequently. It was all because of her father. Now that he was old and wanted to take care of her grandmother and make up for his mistakes, he was too weak to do so. Years of alcoholism had taken a toll on his body, making him look much older than his actual age. No one wanted to hire him because of his drinking habit, so he had to wake up early and work late to sell vegetables for a meager income.

Although she resented him, every time she saw the wrinkles on her father's face, Dongqing's heart would ache. After all, he still loved her, even when he was drunk and incoherent, he always thought of her and tried his best to earn money to make sure she didn't go hungry. But the money he earned was barely enough for her to eat, as she was still growing. She knew her father had his own struggles, maybe because of her mother. He had never remarried all these years, and he still hadn't forgotten her mother. Maybe her grandmother's old age had finally made him realize his conscience, and he was determined to make sure she could live her remaining years in peace. He had truly given up drinking. But after so many years of alcoholism, it couldn't change their situation overnight. That's why she came to T city half a year after graduating from high school. She heard that it was easy to make money here, but what she didn't know was that only men could make good money here, and only women who knew the rules could make big money.

In the end, she found a job that paid well, but it was also very tiring. After paying for rent, utilities, and other expenses, she only had two to three thousand yuan left each month, as long as she didn't get sick. But she was already satisfied with this, it was much better than her hometown where she could barely save two to three hundred yuan each month. At least here, she could save ten times more.