975: C975 The Old Matter Was Brought up Again

C975 The Old Matter Was Brought up Again

After leaving Lin Qing's ward, Xue Xue'er did not have any other visitors and could only leave the hospital. The smell of the hospital's disinfectant was really a little unpleasant.

Her stomach was now big and she did not leave as quickly as before.

Just as she walked out of the inpatient department building, she saw that there were many people looking for things on the road that she had to pass through the hospital's pond.

"Hurry up, hurry up. If we can't find it later, Sir will scold us."

"Where exactly is it? Why can't we find it?"

"I clearly remember passing by here just now."

Many people walked around the pond and lowered their heads to look for something. Xue Xue'er did not mind. She walked a little sideways to avoid bumping into them.

However, when she was close to the pond, she seemed to have stepped on something. Her brows moved and that strong intuition came again. The tip of her toes moved slightly to take a look. Indeed, there was something shining under her feet.

"Hello, are you looking for a ring?"

Ring?

Before those people could react, an old man suddenly appeared in front of Xue Xue'er. He ran very quickly and was also very anxious. He tightly grabbed Xue Xue'er's arm and asked, "Yes, yes, yes. It's the ring. You found it?"

Being grabbed by him made Xue Xue'er feel a little uncomfortable. But when she thought of how anxious he was, she did not say anything and only said, "Sir, it is in the soil under my feet."

"In the soil?"

The old man lowered his head to take a look. It was indeed a ring. It was as if he had obtained a priceless treasure. He did not mind being dirty and directly picked it up to take a look. Those servants also surrounded him, all of them congratulating him for finding the ring.

When he recovered his senses, Xue Xue'er had long disappeared.

"Quickly go and check who that little girl was. I want to thank her properly."

"Okay, Sir."

When Xue Xue'er returned home, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing that Ouyang Qing'an had not returned yet, she quickly went to look for the promissory note from before. She had one for herself, so Ouyang Qing'an had another.

She was alone in the master bedroom, rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After searching for a long time, she still couldn't find anything. She frowned slightly and quickly sent a message to the other party to ask.

Madam: Where did your promissory note go?

Ouyang Qing'an's hand, which was processing the documents, paused. He thought about it carefully before replying Xue Xue'er's message. Pressing on the information he gave, Xue Xue'er finally found it under his pillow.

"Why are you hiding here? And you are hiding so deeply."

She could not help but mutter to herself. Coincidentally, Xu Fangya came over to look for her. When she saw the promissory note in her hand, she was a little curious.

"Xue'er, what are you holding in your hand?"

Without waiting for Xue Xue'er to hide, Xu Fangya directly took it over to take a look. Xue Xue'er's heart skipped a beat as she looked at her performance in fear. Xu Fangya looked at the content and then looked at the time and roughly guessed it.

She asked, "Xue'er, is this the money you borrowed to treat the milk?"

"Yes, I indeed did not have much money at that time, so I borrowed it from Qing'an."

Xue Xue'er openly admitted it, but she still hoped that Xu Fangya would not tell Old Lady Xue about this matter. If Old Lady Xue knew, she would definitely not be happy.

Xu Fangya nodded her head to indicate that she was clear, "Then why did you flip this piece of paper today?"

Only then did Xue Xue'er explain Mrs. Yang's sequence of events.

She mainly wanted to use this paper to win Mrs. Yang's confidence. As for the design drafts, she just had to work overtime at night to work harder.1

"You, don't be too tired. Actually, Qing'an doesn't lack this business. You and the child are what he values the most."

Patting Xu Fangya's hand, a faint smile appeared on Xue Xue'er's lips.

When Ouyang Qing'an returned at night, Xue Xue'er had already taken a pen and designed the rough outline of the wedding dress. She seriously drew and did not notice that there was someone standing behind her.

The wedding dress that she designed was naturally a luxurious and noble style. Mrs. Yang's daughter definitely hoped that it would be a better and more noble wedding dress combination. Then, she had to abandon her usual simple and elegant ideals.

"Don't be too tired. You have to pay more attention to rest."

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