Chapter 382: Chapter 382

Liu Zhizhong didn't have time to respond when Qian Xuan was already having a coughing fit.

The sound of his cough suggested he could hack up a lung.

His face was covered in tears, and with slimy saliva dribbling from his mouth, it was quite disgusting.

Liu Zhizhong hurriedly grabbed a tissue, ready to go help him wipe it off.

At a time , you really had no choice but to suck it up and play the flunky.

However, Qian Xuan roared, "Don't come over!!! Don't come over!!! I don't need, don't need... cough cough... cough cough..."

Another bout of relentless coughing ensued!

Liu Zhizhong looked startled and could only return to his seat.

Forget it, if you insist on being tough, go ahead, you want face and dignity!

I'm just in the room next to your wife's, haven't done a damn thing yet, and you're already getting pissed off ... Petty!

Meanwhile, Qian Xuan kept coughing while wiping himself with a tissue.

After he finally coughed up a large blob of phlegm, he felt much more relieved.

He wiped the tears from his face, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with surprising ease, "Damn, that was intense, really stimulating... The phlegm from COVID just coughed itself out, feels amazing... Liu Zhizhong, thanks~~~~ haha..."

He even laughed, an innocuous, harmless laugh.

A stampede of mythical beasts thundered through Liu Zhizhong's heart, and he felt like slapping him twice, followed by an impression of Fan Wei, "Yua crap!"

Damn it, shocking me to death here, and you're still laughing your ass off!

Liu Zhizhong could only force a smile, "Brother Xuan, you're too kind..."

"Sigh... Did I scare you just now?" Qian Xuan's voice was still rough, but it sounded much friendlier, his smile like that of a dear brother.

"Not at all, not at all, Brother Xuan, it's normal, just normal..."

"In fact, I was not before, really not... but... sigh..." As Qian Xuan spoke, tears came streaming down again, and he kept vigorously wiping his eyes with a tissue.

Liu Zhizhong had had enough of this guy.

Crying one moment, laughing the next, so quick to change!

To say this man wasn't a Splitter, many people wouldn't believe it.

While wiping away his tears, Qian Xuan suddenly asked, "Explain something for me, what's with room 008? Why room 008?"

His voice softened again, still carrying a smile.

Liu Zhizhong immediately straightened up, ready to explain, having already thought up an explanation.

But Qian Xuan said, "Alright, go ahead, don't be too formal. You might touch on my sore spot, but I'll endure it, definitely can listen to it all, definitely can listen to it all..."

As he spoke, he punched the air like he was cheering himself on, gripping the handles of his wheelchair tightly, nodding his upper body back and forth as if to say yes.

With that look, Liu Zhizhong was utterly dumbfounded. Damn it, truly a Splitter!

Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to say, "008 is quite auspicious, 8 means to prosper, people in officialdom care about that, so I didn't hesitate to book it."

"Then why not book 009? Why not?" Qian Xuan asked with a childlike, innocently curious smile.

"Well, 9, the supreme number representing the emperor, I wouldn't dare to even think about or book it. Plus, the booking page showed it was already taken!"

"Hmm, the supreme number idea works, I like it! In my heart, my wife is my empress, haha..."

He was laughing, his eyes seemingly shimmering with tenderness.

But all of a sudden, his face turned serious, "Why Sunday afternoons for four weeks?"

Damn it, his eyes were full of killing intent again.

Liu Zhizhong was somewhat accustomed to it by now, sigh...

But he thought if it were Zhang Hongyang, that jerk, facing such a Splitter, he'd probably have peed his pants already, right?

Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to earnestly explain about the plans to collaborate with Director Feng Xiaoyue, rattling on at length.

While speaking, he pondered whether Qian Xuan knew Feng Xiaoyue and if Feng Xiaoyue's background had any leverage over Qian Xuan.

If it did, he'd be out of trouble today.

Yet, Liu Zhizhong was also curious; he had never heard of any Qian's or Feng's among the Provincial City magnates. Maybe like his mother's surname?

After all, these days, descendants bearing their mother's surnames were all too common.

Once Qian Xuan heard it all, his expression softened, and he no longer seemed as Splitter-like as before.

"Oh, so that's how it is... Well, in that case, it makes sense. Seems I was overthinking it."

Liu Zhizhong felt a huge relief, "Brother Xuan, I understand your feelings."

"Good, glad you understand! Sometimes, when you think about it, being a man, why make it hard for another man, right? Haha..."

Qian Xuan was laughing, an innocent laugh.

Liu Zhizhong could only join in the laughter. What else could he do, cry?

Actually, if Qian Xuan overdid it a bit more, even Demon Liu would feel like crying.

But out of the blue, Qian Xuan said, "Let's leave it at that for today! In a few days, I'll have Song Zhe look for you."

Liu Zhizhong wanted to say enough, don't send that guy to find me, my heart can't take it.

But all he could say was, "Sure, Song Zhe is always welcome."

"He's going to take you for a health check-up, a very thorough one, and make sure you schedule your work properly. After all, Director Feng's project is important as well." Read full story at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥

The words "thorough health check-up" triggered an unexpected reaction in Liu Zhizhong...