Fernan’s speed was quick; almost as soon as the images were sent, he called back immediately.

"Who exactly are you?! Why do you have these things?!"

Qi Yun chuckled, "Did you remember who Chen Xiaozhi is after seeing these, Mr. Fernan?"

The images he sent were part of the financial transactions of the Good Fortune Casino that he found on the USB drive just now.

Places like casinos are always hotbeds for money laundering, and the Good Fortune is no exception.

Countless dirty money flows into various casinos daily, then, through a series of operations, turns into clean funds and returns to the hands of customers.

Some tycoons lose billions in a night at a casino, yet they don’t show any sorrow on their faces; instead, they smile contentedly.

For instance, a certain real estate mogul lost a billion USD in Australia in half a year, but his family’s account in the Swiss Bank increased by 800 million USD.

This money is taxed under the guise of overseas investment returns, perfectly evading supervision.

However, these were the methods of the past.

With the enactment of anti-money laundering laws, casinos dared not directly engage in these illegal acts; instead, they secretly collude with fraud syndicates, playing a more covert money laundering game.

According to Chen Xiaozhi’s account that day, his path began when he worked as a runner at the Good Fortune Casino.

Later, as he thrived, he entered into deep cooperation with his former boss Fernan.

For this reason, Fernan was so nervous upon hearing the name Chen Xiaozhi.

"How... how do you have these things?!" Though Fernan tried hard to conceal, his trembling voice betrayed his inner panic.

Anyone associated with this guy now will immediately be targeted by the United States and Great Britain.

Qi Yun didn’t answer his question, his tone carrying a slight sense of casual pressure: "That’s not the point; the point is there’s no direct conflict between us. As long as we can cooperate, then these things will never come to light."

"What do you think?"

Fernan on the other end of the line fell silent, only heavy breathing intermittently heard.

After a while, as if drained of all strength, he rasped, "I... I agree with you! That plot of land is yours!"

"No, no, no. You might have misunderstood my intention. I’m not trying to get that plot of land for free."

"I heard you spent 20 million. I’m willing to add another ten million USD to buy it from you."

Fernan was stunned, not believing his ears.

He initially thought Qi Yun would take advantage and had even prepared himself mentally for future extortion.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yun not only didn’t do so but also offered an extra ten million, which was beyond Fernan’s expectations.

"You... what did you say?"

"You’re willing to pay thirty million to buy that plot?" Fernan’s tone was filled with bewilderment.

"You heard correctly," Qi Yun smiled. "I told you, there’s no conflict between us. What I want is that piece of land. I don’t want to become enemies."

"Twenty million is your capital; ten million is what you should earn. Very reasonable."

"Additionally, I will abide by what I promised you; no third person will know about your information."

These words released Fernan from extreme tension, a sense of post-crisis joy filling his heart.

Perhaps he himself didn’t even notice; surprisingly, there was a hint of gratitude in his voice: "Mr. Qi, as you wish, you can come to find me and sign the contract anytime."

Upon seeing Fernan’s attitude, Qi Yun revealed a satisfied smile: "Haha, I’m currently not in Australia, but my friend will contact you."

"If I have the chance to come to Australia, I’ll pay you a visit."

...

In the ward, after the doctor’s recheck, Nuannuan was almost all right, and with a little recovery, she could be discharged in two days.

With Song Xiaojing taking care, the little girl was busy chatting away on a video call with Peng Sixin; children always have a lot to talk about.

Returning from outside and seeing her playing happily, Qi Yun stood at the door watching for a while, then turned and went to the adjacent ward.

Zhao Qing lay on the hospital bed, looking better than yesterday; at least her complexion was less pale.

After several rounds of herbal medicine with Qi Yun, unconsciously, her physical condition was better than the average person.

Liu Meng’s wife was accompanying her, chatting. Seeing Qi Yun come in, Li Cuixia got up awkwardly to vacate a chair: "Brother Qi Yun is back!"

She had seen a report about Qi Yun on TV and knew he was more impressive than before; the kind of person whose level she couldn’t even touch by standing on tiptoe.

At home, she frequently reminded her husband to be diligent in working for Qi Yun and to watch their words, not being as casual as in the past...

But these concerns were misplaced; though contact had lessened, old friends still held their place in Qi Yun’s heart.

Qi Yun managed a slight smile at her: "Sis, sorry to trouble you."

"Oh~ there’s no trouble at all!" Li Cuixia quickly waved her hand, "You sit down, I’ll go wash some fruit for you!"

Qi Yun didn’t decline, and after she left, he sat down. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

As he spoke, he gently caressed Zhao Qing’s cheek.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine." Zhao Qing slightly tilted her head, rubbing against his palm, "You should quickly go and rest; you have bloodshot eyes."

"Sis is here to help look after us, and Nuannuan has company; you don’t need to stay here all the time."

Qi Yun shook his head, "No, I’m holding up fine."

"Oh, by the way, Zhao Weilin called me and asked about you, saying he wants to come and see you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qing’s expression instantly turned somewhat unnatural: "Forget... forget it, let him not come."

Though some time had passed, she still hadn’t fully accepted this father in her heart.

"Alright, as you wish," Qi Yun sighed inwardly, not insisting, gently scraping her nose before suddenly changing the topic, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Zhao Qing was momentarily flustered by his sudden words.

After two seconds, as if realizing something, her fingers quietly tightened around the blanket, her voice softening: "What... what thing?"

But these little movements couldn’t escape Qi Yun’s keen eyes, mockingly questioning: "Still not coming clean?"

"Coming... coming clean about what?"

"Why didn’t you tell me about the pregnancy?"

"I..." Zhao Qing was temporarily speechless.

In fact, she had quietly asked the doctor when Qi Yun wasn’t around, knowing the baby inside her was fine.

After a slight pause, she secretly glanced at Qi Yun, seeing he wasn’t truly angry, and murmured with flushed ears: "You... you haven’t proposed to me yet..."

Qi Yun chuckled softly, realizing it was because of this...