Gu Qimiao felt that from the first day she started working, those two were already targeting her. She was not the kind of person who would swallow her grievances without a word, and unable to tolerate it any longer, she said, "Speaking of my position, it's more of an artist; my job is to produce paintings. Exhibition and sales are not within my duties, whether I help or not is up to my mood!"
No matter how senior you are, you can't control her as an artist!
She wouldn't let herself be oppressed and then go on flattering them with a smile!
"What's the noise about?" A man dressed in light gray casual clothes walked over.
Feng Xuemeng and You Feng immediately bowed respectfully and greeted, "Hello, Director!"
Gu Qimiao didn't speak; she had only been working there for a couple of days and didn't recognize him.
"What's going on?"
"It's her!" Feng Xuemeng impatiently pointed at Gu Qimiao, "The art exhibition is about to start, I asked her to lend a hand, but she's requesting leave!"
The director was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with a bit of charm.
He glanced at Gu Qimiao's hand, thinking that the boss had instructed to treat Gu Qimiao like the lady boss. Since the lady boss's hand was injured, he naturally had to make sure she rested well.
So he turned around and sternly said to those two, "Xiao Gu is a senior painter in the gallery! Do you know how important a painter's hand is? If you make her do this kind of rough work and hurt her hand, the boss will surely trouble you when he returns!"
The two of them were crestfallen and didn't dare to speak. The director immediately turned to Gu Qimiao with a smile, "Xiao Gu, go home and recover well. I approve your leave."
Gu Qimiao didn't stand on ceremony, thanked him, and looked at Feng Xuemeng and You Feng's unwilling expressions, feeling very satisfied.
Back in her studio, she tidied up her things a bit and saw that it was almost lunchtime.
She then picked up her bag and left the gallery.
It started snowing again. Gu Qimiao tightened her clothes and pulled her scarf higher, walking against the cold wind.
She hadn't had the chance to explore properly since she returned. Originally, Gu Qimiao planned to take a slow walk to familiarize herself with the surroundings. A passing ambulance suddenly reminded her of the injured Gu Moming.
She almost forgot he had returned too.
She was the adopted daughter of the Gu family, and Gu Moming was the young master.
Both of them suffered from the same rare illness—CIPA, congenital insensitivity to pain, and they both unfortunately had RH negative blood.
Actually, the Gu family took her in originally to be a living blood bank for Gu Moming.
She had returned to the country secretly this time, because the Gu family didn't allow her to tell him. If Gu Moming found out, the marriage would definitely be called off. Who knew he would show up yesterday, and the red sports car blocking the road was likely his; he loved flashy cars like that.
Yesterday, he was still using crutches, probably still in the hospital now.
She took out her phone and called him. He probably was still using his foreign number.
After two rings comes an impatient male voice, "Who is it?"
"It's Qimiao, where are you?"
The other side immediately got angry, "I want to ask you where you are! Your phone was unreachable, you were nowhere to be found, I thought you were dead!"
Gu Qimiao moved the phone a bit away from her ear. After the cursing stopped, she put the phone back to her ear, "Are you at the hospital? I'll come see you."
Gu Moming gloomily reported the address, "Central Hospital... bring some food."
"Are Uncle and Auntie there?" Although the Lu family had already said they were canceling the wedding, Gu Qimiao was still afraid of meeting the two elders of the Gu family. First, she worried they'd blame her for the trouble she caused; Second, she feared they might catch and confine her.
"They just left, hurry over! And buy a pack of cigarettes!" Having given orders, the young master hung up the phone.
Gu Qimiao noticed a bus stop not far away, walked over, and saw that it had a route to Central Hospital. She stood next to the bus sign waiting.
This area usually had few people, especially today with the snowfall, there were even fewer people out, and the bus stop was empty except for her.
"Beep—" A loud horn caused her to turn her head to look...