Free Web NovelChapter 800: Chapter 800: He’s Sick
He glanced at Song Yinyin, his voice indifferent as he instructed, "Go do it."
A simple, calm instruction, and Song Yinyin immediately rushed off to the kitchen.
The sun came out, and the sky was fully bright.
Song Yinyin prepared a simple breakfast in the kitchen: white porridge, vegetable pancakes, and fried eggs.
She walked out of the kitchen, came to the sofa in the living room, and spoke to Qiu Qianghai, who was staring at the old red woven cord on his wrist, "Mr. Qiu, breakfast is ready."
Qiu Qianghai stood up upon hearing and stepped into the kitchen.
Song Yinyin didn’t follow him but walked towards the bedroom.
When she came out of the bedroom, she held a red silk box in her hand.
She walked into the kitchen full of anticipation, only to see Qiu Qianghai standing in front of the dining table, looking at the breakfast on the table with an inscrutable expression.
Song Yinyin nervously asked, "Mr. Qiu, is the breakfast not to your taste?"
When he asked her to make breakfast, Song Yinyin had a bit of expectation inside.
Was it that in this man’s heart, she still held a certain position.
Facing the man in front of her at this moment, she used all her tenderness, wanting only to leave a deep, unique impression of herself on him.
Qiu Qianghai heard the query from behind but did not respond.
He looked at the breakfast on the dining table, his mind already elsewhere.
Actually, Gu Minmin had also made breakfast for him, simple and plain, yet very appetizing.
The breakfast in front of him was similar to what Minmin made, but he had no appetite at all and even felt a bit nauseous.
Suppressing various reactions, Qiu Qianghai’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
Some things are ultimately impossible to force.
Even if he found a hundred women similar to Minmin, none of them would be her.
Even a woman whose appearance was molded from the same model as Minmin wouldn’t be his Minmin.
Today, Qiu Qianghai’s emotions were unstable, severe self-loathing, his mood beginning to rage, his thoughts deeply repressed and twisted.
From the bottom of his heart, he felt a desire to destroy.
At this moment, he needed to do something to vent this anger and twisted frenzy from his heart.
Thinking of Le Jiani still in Nanmian, a bloodthirsty gleam appeared in Qiu Qianghai’s eyes.
Dr. Bolin had told him never to suppress his emotions, whether it’s rage, frenzy, auditory hallucinations, longing, or a repressive mindset, he must find a timely way to resolve them correctly.
Qiu Qianghai knew he might have an episode.
He took a white bottle out of his coat sleeve, with no text or markings on it.
He unscrewed the cap, poured out two white pills, and put them directly into his mouth, crunching them, the bitter taste spreading in his mouth, yet he swallowed them with no expression.
After taking the medicine, Qiu Qianghai turned to leave.
But he was blocked by Song Yinyin, and facing his gloomy face, she presented the silk box to the man.
"Mr. Qiu, thank you for your help recently. What I can do is limited, but when shopping earlier, I saw a gift that suits you very well and bought it. I hope you will like it."
After speaking, she once again presented the red silk box to Qiu Qianghai, her face full of expectation and a shy demeanor of a little woman.
Qiu Qianghai stepped back half a step, showing no interest in her gift.
His voice was deep, tinged with suppressed restraint, "Step aside!"
If Song Yinyin carefully observed the man in front of her, she would find Qiu Qianghai’s abnormality, such as the terrifying gleam in his dark eyes and the tension in his facial muscles.
