Chapter 32: Noble Dignity

When the elevator doors reopened, Qiao Weiwei’s eyes widened in disbelief. She truly hadn’t expected that even after traveling fifteen hundred kilometers to the imperial capital, she would run into these two damned men again.

Pei Qiuyang inside the elevator was just as surprised. How was it this woman again, haunting him like a specter? “Are you coming in or not?”

Qiao Weiwei had been rushing to avoid an acquaintance, but upon seeing them, she froze for a moment. “Yes, I’m coming in—how could I not?”

Once inside, she hurriedly pressed the close button, glancing sideways at the man beside Pei Qiuyang. “Attorney Wen.”

Wen Yanli replied, “Miss Qiao.”

As the elevator doors finally shut, Qiao Weiwei let out a sigh of relief and blurted out a question without thinking, “Is someone in your family sick?”

“Hey, what’s with the way you talk?” Pei Qiuyang genuinely disliked her blunt manner, so rough and tactless. “It’s your family that’s sick. Your whole family—”

“Pei!” Qiao Weiwei was quick to anger, especially when she hadn’t meant any harm. Even if her words were poorly chosen, she hardly deserved to have her whole family insulted. “How can a man be so petty?”

“Yesterday I said your whole family was deaf; today you immediately snap back. Are you really a man, nitpicking like this?”

“I am—” Pei Qiuyang swallowed his retort because the elevator doors opened and someone else stepped in.

After all, it was a public space. With a stranger joining, Qiao Weiwei naturally fell silent, as did the others.

Once things quieted down, she realized she hadn’t pressed her floor button yet, but saw that the destination had already been selected. She was certain it wasn’t the newcomer who had pressed it.

—So, these two damned men were also heading to the thirty-sixth floor?

When the elevator stopped at the thirty-sixth floor and she stepped out, Qiao Weiwei instantly understood—it wasn’t just about being on the same floor; they were all visiting the same person!

Because there was only one resident on the thirty-sixth floor: Song Mi.

Song Mi herself hadn’t expected the three of them to meet, though when she checked the time, it was about when someone was supposed to deliver the letter of authorization. Pei Qiuyang’s appearance surprised her most of all, and he seemed genuinely concerned, gazing at her with an expression of tender worry. “Mi’er, how are you?”

Before she could respond, Qiao Weiwei interjected, “What kind of silly question is that? You can see how Mi’er is, can’t you?”

“Surviving disaster means good fortune ahead!” Qiao Weiwei said, walking over to sit at the edge of the bed. “Mi’er, do you think someone from the Shen family tried to harm you?”

“How could it be such a coincidence…”

At her words, Song Mi looked up, and her gaze met a calm pair of eyes cast toward her.

After traveling long distances, rising before dawn and returning late, she had likely slept barely three or four hours at night. And recalling the night before last, he had stayed at the hospital with her until midnight.

Yet his face showed not the slightest trace of fatigue—still taut and refined, his eyes bright as stars, and his clothes without a single wrinkle. Not a shred of his innate elegance was diminished.

Even the faint stubble on his chin, as Song Mi saw it now, seemed to lend him an air of effortless sensuality.

In a single glance, the man quietly studied her, and soon his brows faintly furrowed.

Whenever he frowned like that, it was usually a sign of suspicion.

He simply couldn’t ignore that, after just one night apart, her chin had grown sharper, her face paler to the point of translucence, as if she might vanish before his eyes at any moment.

—What happened last night?

“…Mi’er, let me protect you!” Pei Qiuyang spoke, only now noticing that Song Mi’s gaze had been fixed behind him all along. He realized the man behind him hadn’t spoken since entering.

Curious, he turned around—were they exchanging looks right in front of him??

Or was he just being too sensitive?