Chapter 22: I Didn't Expect You to Be This Kind of Person

Qin Hao shrugged. "Actually, silly girls like Yingying are a man's favorite. You only need to coax them with a few words and they'll believe anything. Someone with more sophisticated methods might even make excuses for their husband after cheating, pinning all the blame on the mistress."

Guan Ju'er felt a sense of disappointment mixed with confusion. Many people, including her parents, believed that a girl like her was more suitable for marriage, and she believed it herself. As a result, her only advantage was actually inferior to Qiu Yingying's?

"As for you, Guanguan—well, if you meet someone you truly love, you will certainly be a model of a harmonious household. However, if you marry just for the sake of marriage, or if you aren't that into them, once you encounter your true soulmate after marriage, you might end up doing something that leaves people's jaws on the floor," Qin Hao said half-jokingly.

Hearing this, Guan Ju'er waved her hands repeatedly. "I won't do that."

She then added, "I will definitely wait until I meet someone I really like before getting married. A marriage without love certainly won't be happy."

Qin Hao merely smiled and then said, "Alright, get out of the car, otherwise people will think we're doing something in here."

Guan Ju'er followed Qin Hao's gaze and indeed saw a car in the corner of the underground garage vibrating up and down in a strange manner. Instantly, her ears turned bright red.

"Guanguan, I didn't expect you to know so much; you understood instantly," Qin Hao teased, looking at her playfully.

Guan Ju'er's small face flushed crimson, and she said to Qin Hao indignantly, "Brother Qiu, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. Hmph!"

With that, Guan Ju'er ran toward the elevator without looking back, ignoring Qin Hao as she pressed the button for the 22nd floor.

Back at home, the image of that car in the underground garage kept flashing through Guan Ju'er's mind, followed occasionally by Qin Hao's teasing face. She dove into her covers, her face burning hot as if she had a fever.

"Oh my god!" Fan Shengmei returned home and found Guan Ju'er's door open. She took a curious glance and saw Guan Ju'er buried in her blankets like an ostrich. Thinking she was sick, she asked concernedly, "Guanguan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Guan Ju'er replied in a muffled voice, "Sister Fan, I'm fine. Please close the door for me; I want some peace and quiet."

"Are you really okay?" Fan Shengmei was somewhat bewildered.

"Really, Sister Fan."

"Alright, call me anytime if something is wrong."

"Mm."

After closing the door, Fan Shengmei was full of confusion. "What's wrong with this girl today? She's being so strange."

However, Fan Shengmei soon lost interest in worrying about Guan Ju'er. Wang Baichuan called to say he would be coming to Shanghai tomorrow and wanted to see her.

Fan Shengmei hesitated. "But I have to work tomorrow, and I have a live-streaming training session in the evening. I'm afraid I won't have time."

"Xiaomei, I'll wait for you no matter how late it is. I can rush back in the early hours of the day after tomorrow," Wang Baichuan said firmly.

Fan Shengmei couldn't help but be moved. "That's too dangerous. How about this: I'll take tomorrow evening off and save the time for you."

"That's wonderful, Xiaomei. I also have some good news I want to tell you in person tomorrow."

"What good news?"

"I'll keep you in suspense. You'll know when we meet."

After hanging up, Fan Shengmei called her training instructor. Since the company basically knew she was introduced by the boss, they didn't make things difficult for her.

However, the instructor subsequently sent a WeChat message to Qin Hao, as per Qin Hao's instructions to report on Fan Shengmei's progress at all times.

Qin Hao guessed it was likely because of Wang Baichuan and didn't pay it much mind. They were probably in their "honeymoon phase." It wouldn't be until Qu Xiaoxiao exposed that Wang Baichuan's car was a rental that Fan Shengmei's attitude would change, becoming insecure and anxious. In truth, even she hadn't realized she actually liked Wang Baichuan; she was just putting up a front in front of outsiders.

"How is Fan Shengmei's training going?" Qin Hao inquired.

The instructor replied quickly, "The course ends at the end of the month. Once she passes the assessment, she can start working. As for other matters like on-the-spot adaptability, that will depend on her personal reaction skills and accumulated experience."

While live-streamed e-commerce might seem easy, those who actually become top-tier streamers are those who have spent years in the industry and are extremely familiar with their products.

Many people would stutter if asked to stand on a classroom podium and say a few words. Imagine a streamer facing tens of thousands of viewers online, constantly having to gauge the audience's psychology and control the rhythm—knowing when to tell a joke, when to perform to set the atmosphere, and when to stir the audience's emotions. To be honest, the ability of a top-tier streamer is not inferior to that of a television host.

"Mm, thanks for your hard work during this period." Qin Hao offered a few words of praise before hanging up.

In the evening, Old Liu sent news from Daishan. To be fair, the guy was quite fast; he had found Xiao Ming in such a short time based only on the slight clues Qin Hao provided.

Qin Hao asked as if he didn't know: "How is Xiao Ming's situation?"

"Not good. The kid seems to have autism. He hides when he sees strangers, won't talk to anyone, and can go into a frenzy at any moment." Even a private investigator like Old Liu, who was used to the ugliness of the world, sighed, which showed just how bad Xiao Ming's condition was.

Qin Hao thought for a moment. "How about this: I'll give you the money first. Don't let word of this get out. I need to think about how to handle this."

"Fine. As long as the money is there, I don't mind."

The next day, Qin Hao went to the hospital and booked an appointment with a specialist in the psychiatric department.

The elderly specialist first glanced behind Qin Hao, then looked him over, frowning slightly. "You don't look like someone with issues in that regard."

"Oh, it's like this..." Qin Hao explained Xiao Ming's situation to the specialist.

The specialist's brow furrowed deeply after hearing it. "This is a very serious situation. Since I can't see the person, I can't make a diagnosis for now. You should bring him here first."

"Doctor, if I may ask, is there still a possibility of recovery at this stage?" Qin Hao asked.

The specialist tapped the table. "I am just a doctor, not a god. But you must understand one thing: if there is an illness, it must be treated. If it isn't, it will never get better."

"Alright, thank you. I understand." Qin Hao sighed helplessly; this task was indeed quite difficult.

As he walked out of the hospital, he suddenly saw a man in a white lab coat with a tall, upright posture walking down the corridor with a pale face. The man leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Wasn't that Doctor Zhao? Qin Hao mused that it was a matter of perfect timing.

"Want a cigarette?"

Facing the cigarette offered to him, Zhao Qiping merely shook his head blankly. "Thank you, I don't smoke."

"Actually, I don't either," Qin Hao said, putting the cigarette back in his pocket.

Zhao Qiping looked at Qin Hao, feeling a bit strange. "If you don't smoke, why do you carry them with you?"

"Business necessity. Just like how you doctors carry a pen with you." Qin Hao shrugged.