The Zerg Queen, who is assigned to me, wants to kill me!

Chapter 15 is quite flexible...

"No need! I can walk by myself." Ling Yi firmly stood up, indicating that he could.

Seeing Ling Yi's insistence, Qi Min couldn't push his luck and regretfully withdrew his hand, instead offering to help her up, of course, by taking the elevator.

Ling Yi originally wanted to say that he didn't need help, but Qi Min seemed to know what he wanted to say and spoke up directly.

"Your injuries are so bad, let me help you so you don't reopen the wounds."

Since Qi Min had already said everything, what could Ling Yi say? He could only cooperate.

After letting Ling Yi lie down to rest, Qi Min went out and tidied up the first floor.

Then, sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, he suddenly smiled.

Looking at his palm, he rubbed his fingers together, his expression seemingly wistful, a little...

"They're quite bouncy, but a bit too thin; they need to eat more."

"Oh right, I need to buy him some clothes."

Choosing the right size was easy; Qi Min already knew what it was like when he hugged her.

Qi Min quickly placed an order using his personal computer, selecting many suitable items. The delivery was also very fast, and he put the clothes into the automatic dryer.

Night fell quickly, but Ling Yi, instead of resting in his room, used his personal terminal to give instructions to Chen Xuan (his adjutant).

I had just hung up the phone when I heard a knock on the door.

"May I come in?" Qi Min's voice followed into the room.

"Can"

As soon as Ling Yi finished speaking, he saw the door open, and the first thing that came in was a huge tray with freshly cooked food and a bowl of steaming meat soup on it.

After having dinner together, Qi Min helped Ling Yi change his dressing and bandages again, told him to rest well, and then turned and left the room.

Ling Yi was left lying on the bed, his mind racing with thoughts, uncontrollably pondering everything from when he saw Qi Min at the door.

He hasn't asked a single question about the wound, including about staying here. He just moved in without any hesitation. Isn't he curious?

Meanwhile, Qi Min, in the other room, slept exceptionally well tonight, falling asleep shortly after lying down.

Under the same night sky, in the same house, in two separate rooms, some people are sound asleep, while others are lost in thought...

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Inside a very luxurious villa, the interior was lavishly decorated, exuding ultimate opulence. Even the author, upon seeing it, would exclaim, "So rich! So dazzling! I'm envious!"

Meanwhile, on the sofa inside, two people were discussing something.

“Father Xiong, why didn’t you just agree to Lord Meng Jun’s request? Why did you ask for shares instead?”

Ling Huiyao didn't understand why Xiongfu would still ask for shares when Lord Mengjun had already given him two mid-level energy stones.

If Lord Meng Jun feels it's not worth it and doesn't want Ling Yi anymore, then he will not only lose two energy stones, but will also offend Lord Meng Jun.

What if we get ostracized by Lord Meng Jun? Lord Meng Jun is no magnanimous man.

"What do you know? Do you know how much three percent of the shares in the Central Mall are worth? Two mid-grade energy stones were enough to buy you off."

What future do you have? Do you even know how many energy stones those shares could buy with cash? You brainless idiot!

Moreover, I only want 3% of the shares, which is already a very low requirement.

That unfilial son is at least an S-class female insect, good-looking, and holds a decent position in the military. How can a three percent share be worthless?

Ling Zhenhao acted as if he was at a disadvantage, and spoke with great conviction.

"However, no matter what, most of the Meng family's shares in the mall are still in the hands of his older brother, Meng Zhuo."

"What if you offend Lord Meng Jun by offering such conditions?" Ling Huiyao said with some concern.

"Offend? I'm not only a B-grade male insect, but also the president of the Male Insect Association. What can he do to me?"

Besides, even if he can't produce it, his brother might. With Ling Yi's looks and his qualifications, he could easily be given to his brother Meng Zhuo as a concubine.

Even if they both refuse in the end, I won't lose anything. I can just find someone else..." Before Ling Zhenhao could finish speaking, Meng Jun's message came through.

Ling Zhenhao looked down and immediately beamed with joy.

"See, I told you he would agree."

"He really agreed? How could Lord Meng Jun be willing to give up three percent of his shares just for his face? I really don't understand." Ling Huiyao shook his head, full of confusion.

"Hmph, you don't like this, but plenty of other insects do. Take the proud Firehawk Beast, for example; there will always be those who want to try and tame it..."

As if recalling something, Ling Zhenhao's lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Father…” Ling Huiyao felt a chill when he saw the smile on his father’s face.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. You've vented your anger. Here's what we'll do: once we get the Meng family shares, we'll give you one percent."

During this time, don't cause any trouble for that rebellious son. Now that this matter is settled, we must provide Lord Meng Jun with a healthy female insect."

With a satisfied expression, Ling Zhenhao turned and went upstairs, walking straight to a certain room.

Soon, the painful wails that Ling Huiyao had heard since childhood could be heard downstairs.

"My father's hobby is really enduring; he's been playing this game for so many years."

However… the new sub-female I recently found is quite delicious; I'll go to her place today.”

The father and son were birds of a feather; each made their own arrangements and then left one after the other.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a pair of eyes took in everything that had just happened, the hatred in their eyes slowly fading into calm.

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The morning sunlight was warm and gentle, and Qi Min slept very comfortably.

The dream that often bothered him did not appear yesterday. Instead, Qi Min had a beautiful dream, and the person in the dream was currently living next door to him.

Thinking of this, Qi Min couldn't help but laugh. He quickly got up, washed up, and knocked on the door of the next room, only to find no one there.

Finally, Qi Min found Ling Yi making a phone call in the courtyard.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be careful." Ling Yi saw Qi Min come over and hung up the phone, then walked over to Qi Min and greeted him.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Ling Yi faced Qi Min. The morning light was soft, and it softened Ling Yi's originally cold temperament.

This makes Ling Yi's already outstanding bone structure even more striking.

Qi Min, feeling his mouth dry from watching, spoke in a slightly daze,

"Good morning, are you hungry? I'll go make some breakfast, it'll be quick."

After Qi Min finished speaking, he turned around and went to the kitchen. He took out the leftover meat broth from yesterday, made some soup noodles, and even fried two eggs for Ling Yi separately. He was injured and needed to recover.

While Qi Min was busy with his hands and feet, his mind was also in turmoil.

Qi Min felt that since Ling Yi was willing to choose to ask him for help after he was injured.

Does this mean that I am... a little different in his heart? Although we haven't known each other for long, we get along very well.

Without some level of trust, why would Ling Yi seek him out when she was injured and weak?

As an outsider with no roots or foundation, I not only have nothing, but I also have to rely on the government to support me as an unemployed vagrant.

The other party was not only a native of this place, but also a high-ranking military officer.

Even if Ling Yi didn't want her family to worry, and it wasn't convenient for her to go to the hospital, it shouldn't be that she had no friends at all, and didn't go anywhere else but came to see him...

It was really hard not to overthink it. The thought that he had forcibly suppressed because of the matchmaking issue couldn't help but resurface.