Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 93

Qin Yun quietly left the rooftop, leaving the two alone.

Ling Xi’s cheeks were flushed, looking quite adorable. She stared at Qiao Bo’er on the projection, giggling foolishly, mumbling indistinctly, “Eek! Wife… it’s… it’s my wife!”

Qiao Bo’er leaned close to the camera, extending her hand as if to stroke Ling Xi’s cheek, and complained crossly, “Who told you to drink so much wine?”

With her smile colored by the haze of alcohol, Ling Xi squinted and began to complain, “It was Qin Yun, she bullied me!”

“Be good. When I get back, I’ll bully her back for you… What… what did you just call me?”

“I called you… wife… Wife, I miss you so much…” Ling Xi was practically hugging the projector, continuously muttering.

They both wished they could break through the screen and rush into each other’s embrace, which resulted in their heads looking oversized in the video.

Due to the time difference, it was evening in Florence.

The afterglow of the sunset cast a brilliant red around Qiao Bo’er.

Ling Xi’s eyes were hazy and mesmerized as she exclaimed, “Wife… you look like an angel, covered in holy light, truly beautiful…”

The repeated calls of “Wife” melted Qiao Bo’er’s heart. Her eyes curved into a smile, and she whispered softly, “You must be good, okay? Are you cold? Put on your jacket.”

“Wife… Wife…”

Ling Xi kept calling out. Qiao Bo’er’s nose went red with emotion; the complex, bittersweet feeling of missing each other while separated. She gently responded, “I’m here, I’m always here…”

“My missing you and loving you burst forth in dazzling colors. Do you see it? It’s on me, and it’s on you too…”

Ling Xi was drunk, speaking nonsense, yet still grinning foolishly with eyes half-closed, her smile mixed with the sweet taste of longing.

The architecture of the Josias Group headquarters was more in the classical European style, with a statue of a winged knight on a horse standing proudly in the circular garden courtyard.

Elaborately carved marble pillars lined the entrance hall, which was solemn and gave people a sense of deterrence.

The Bentley business sedan slowly drove up. Qiao Bo’er, wrapped in a fleece shawl, slowly stepped out of the car. The management team, who had been waiting for a long time, wanted to step forward to greet her but were deterred by her intimidating presence.

After Chu Xi had a brief talk with the person in charge, the large group of people walked toward the conference hall.

Although Qiao Di had passed away, the lingering management issues he left behind were varied and numerous.

Today’s meeting schedule was packed, and Qiao Bo’er already felt weary before it even began.

Taking her seat at the head of the table, she rested her hand on her forehead until a steaming cup of black coffee arrived. The empty conference hall amplified the sound of conversation, the surrounding noise grating and causing her nerves to twitch.

“Ms. Pearl, I have prepared all these documents. The necessary transfer procedures require your personal review. If there are no issues, they can be signed and made effective.”

The speaker was Qiao Di’s former lawyer. He was not intimidated by Qiao Bo’er’s authority, maintaining his arrogant demeanor, with no trace of courtesy in his tone.

It seemed that Qiao Di had given this man immense power here previously, causing him to forget the fact that ownership had changed hands.

Qiao Bo’er’s gaze was sharp, and she wouldn’t show the other party any politeness. She pushed the thick stack of documents aside and signaled for Chu Xi to have the management team preparing for the meeting disperse first.

Soon, the group of people left the conference hall, as inexplicably as they had gathered, and silence finally returned.

Qiao Bo’er looked at the lawyer and stated outright, “I hope you understand one fact: Qiao Di is dead. We will discuss the handover only when you learn to respect me.”

Her firm tone made the lawyer’s face turn ugly. He pursed his lips and pulled out a chair, preparing to sit down. But Qiao Bo’er’s intense gaze stopped him. He could only tighten his tie to cover his embarrassment, “Ms. Pearl, I am merely following procedure. Please forgive me if I have offended you.”

The lawyer finally softened his tone. Qiao Bo’er coldly nodded and then invited, “Sit.”

Sitting down in the chair, the lawyer spread out the documents and began to announce the details of Qiao Di’s assets.

Qiao Bo’er was not interested in these quantified assets. She was already wealthy and could not spend all her money in a lifetime; the wealth Qiao Di left behind was merely icing on the cake.

Moreover, these so-called assets of Qiao Di originally belonged to her. After circling around for years, they were now merely returning to her hands.

She had to begrudgingly admit that, although Qiao Di was sinister and vicious, he was indeed an excellent businessman. The Josias family’s industries had been flourishing over the years, and Qiao Bo’er’s net worth had increased accordingly.

Qiao Bo’er signed the documents in an orderly fashion. Chu Xi and An Rao neatly organized the handover files.

The lawyer looked relieved and pulled out the last hidden card.

“Mr. Qiao Di accumulated enviable wealth for you over the years. Congratulations, Ms. Pearl.”

“What is there to congratulate? These things originally belonged to me. He was nothing.” Qiao Bo’er would not praise Qiao Di, not even a single word.

Qiao Di had committed unforgivable deeds; this wealth displayed before her was utterly insignificant.

“By the way, Ms. Pearl, here is a letter left by Mr. Qiao Di before his death. He anticipated his end years ago. So, he specifically instructed me to give this letter to you after you have signed all the documents.”

“A letter?” Qiao Bo’er didn’t even look at it. The allure of a letter did not pique her curiosity.

“Yes, please accept it.”

“I won’t read the letter. There’s no need.” Qiao Bo’er’s decisiveness was expected. The lawyer didn’t force the issue, “Whether you read the contents of the letter is your freedom. I am only responsible for fulfilling my client’s instructions.”

“If there is nothing else, you may leave.”

Qiao Bo’er spoke with a tone of dismissal, without mercy. She tore the letter into pieces right in front of the lawyer.

Before the lawyer left, he uttered a confusing statement: “All secrets should be known to the person concerned. This was Mr. Qiao Di’s final request. I hope you will not blame me.”

Watching the lawyer leave, Qiao Bo’er silently pondered the meaning of the statement. Chu Xi and An Rao exchanged glances, feeling that the matter was not so simple.

“Qu Ye.” Qiao Bo’er’s brows furrowed. She called for Qu Ye and gave her whispered instructions, “Go and investigate that lawyer. I need to figure out what Qiao Di meant, as quickly as possible.”

“Understood. I’ll go deal with it right away.” Qu Ye quickly left.

The weather on the weekend was nice. Against her usual habit, Ling Xi slept until late morning.

During the days when her lover was not by her side, she stayed at Qiao Bo’er’s house every day.

The first thing she did every morning was spray every room with perfume. It is said that scent is a time machine, capable of plunging people back into happy memories.

Ling Xi stretched her arms and took a deep breath, beautifully closing her eyes and imagining Bo’er by her side.

She missed her every day, and although it was difficult, she was gradually getting used to it.

Like a busy little bee, Ling Xi tidied up the entire house before reluctantly leaving. In a flash, she returned to her own home.

She took a cone from the refrigerator, enjoying the unseasonable cold sweetness while standing on the balcony, staring blankly at the house opposite.

An unexpected knock on the door pulled her out of her daze.

“Who is it?”

“Hello, you have a package that requires a signature.”

Hearing the delivery person’s voice, Ling Xi opened the door, pondering why she hadn’t ordered anything recently, but still signed for it.

Cradling the small box, Ling Xi sat on the sofa.

The sender’s name was blank, so she looked at the address, wondering who sent it. The word “Florence” felt like a hidden surprise, indicating it must have been sent by Qiao Bo’er.

Impatiently tearing open the packaging, the contents of the box were perplexing: a small USB drive.

Ling Xi held up the USB drive for inspection, then got up and plugged it into the TV. She quickly returned to the sofa, found the remote control, and adopted an expectant posture, rubbing her hands together.

She turned on the TV and adjusted the settings. A strange, unfamiliar image appeared on the screen, catching Ling Xi’s attention—

The person on the TV was not Qiao Bo’er, but Qiao Di.

He maintained his usual haughty appearance, sitting at a luxurious mahogany table. His hair was habitually slicked back, and he wore a sharp suit.

Ling Xi tilted her head in confusion, carefully examining the unfamiliar man on the screen, who carried an innate, repulsive sense of loathing.

Qiao Di raised his eyebrows, stroking the cross pendant on his chest with one hand, his eyes narrowed as he stared into the camera.

Ling Xi felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. He did not speak immediately, as if genuinely scrutinizing the person on the other side of the lens.

After a period of silence, Qiao Di picked up The New Testament from the table, his tone eerie: “Ling Xi, we finally meet. It’s a shame that this is the way we have to begin. When you see this video, congratulations to Qiao Bo’er. She has finally embarked on the life path she desired, and I…”

Qiao Di drew out the end of his sentence, leaning forward closer to the camera, his eyes showing a malicious glare, “I have become a dead man.”

“If I’m not mistaken, you don’t even know of my existence, do you? That’s normal. Qiao Bo’er naturally wouldn’t mention me to protect you.”

Saying this, Qiao Di picked up the camera, his tone becoming relaxed, as if he were talking to himself, and yet also speaking to Ling Xi: “Do you know? You were the one who was supposed to die. God says to learn forgiveness, because original sin can never be washed away.

My sparing your life is my greatest forgiveness and my self-redemption… I love her, more obsessively than you, and you are more like a thief of time, stealing the fruits of my love.

I hate you, and yet you never knew that such a person existed in this world. This is my greatest failure, hahaha…”

Qiao Di’s gloomy, self-mocking laughter filled the air. Ling Xi’s face showed not only confusion but also an unknown fear.

Qiao Di put down the camera, stood up, and retrieved his beloved shotgun from behind the luxurious leather chair. He seriously wiped it with a white cotton cloth, his conversation fragmented: “Come, I want to tell you personally, the only deception Qiao Bo’er kept!

This lie is the last card I left in this world. You are the victim, and you certainly have the right to know what I did to you, and what kind of mistake she made!

Hahaha… A first meeting. This gift is sure to amaze you, even if I am already a dead man…”

Qiao Di turned his head to stare at Ling Xi, his hypocritical mouth curved into a sinister smile, his tone gentle yet hurtful.

The pain that had finally settled in the years and been buried deep in her memory was easily provoked and dragged out by this dead man.

As the person in the video revealed the truth bit by bit, Ling Xi’s face gradually turned pale, and her slightly parted lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

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