Chapter 131: Flight to the United States

As Shen Qing climbed into the car, the middle-aged driver turned to look at her.

"Miss Shen, do you remember me? I once asked you for an autograph, back before you became famous." The driver was so excited; it was such a stroke of fate to run into her a second time.

Shen Qing paused slightly. "I have a vague impression."

Throughout the ride, the driver didn't stop talking. He started by cursing out "Flying Pig," then launched into praises for Shen Qing. Shen Qing remained quiet, but that didn't stop him from carrying on his monologue.

"Miss Shen, could you sign another autograph for me?" the driver asked, looking quite bashful.

"Hmm, no problem." When she got out of the car, Shen Qing took the pen and paper from the window and scribbled her name.

The driver accepted it happily, though the swirling, cursive characters remained difficult to decipher.

"Miss Shen, you really should write clearly, stroke by stroke, when you take your exams. It helps with the presentation marks," the driver advised kindly. It was common knowledge across the internet that Shen Qing was a poor student. While personal ability was certainly important, a diploma was still a stepping stone.

"Right, thank you." Shen Qing nodded politely and turned to head into the airport.

The driver took out his phone and posted to his social media, showing off the autograph: "Such fate! Met a real celebrity for the second time!"

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The plane landed, and under the flight attendant's gentle reminders, the passengers disembarked in an orderly fashion.

The assistant sent by Old Man Qi had arrived early to pick her up. As soon as the time came, he held up a sign with "Shen Qing" written on it, high above his head.

The assistant had never met Shen Qing. He imagined this "Miss Shen" must be a woman in her thirties, a "leftover" who hadn't found a partner yet, so his eyes kept scanning the older women in the crowd.

"Let's go." As soon as Shen Qing emerged, she walked quickly up to the assistant.

"Go where?" The assistant glanced at Shen Qing, dismissed her, and continued looking toward the exit.

"I am Shen Qing."

The assistant froze. He looked at the fresh-faced young girl in front of him, stunned. "You are Shen Qing?"

"How is Zhong Yi doing?" Shen Qing gave him a look and started walking toward the airport exit.

Only upon hearing the name "Zhong Yi" did the assistant confirm her identity. Aside from internal staff, no one else was supposed to know that Zhong Yi was at the medical organization for his studies.

The assistant hurried to keep up, saying as they walked, "His condition is not serious."

When the two returned to the medical building, Old Man Qi was waiting at the entrance. He trotted over excitedly when he saw Shen Qing.

"Slow down, don't shake your old bones apart," Shen Qing said expressionlessly, casting a faint glance at the man with the slightly graying hair.

"Hey—" Old Man Qi stopped abruptly, glared at her, and then walked toward her at a more leisurely pace.

The assistant watched, dumbfounded. Old Man Qi was the head of the medical organization, yet he was completely wrapped around this young girl's finger.

"Shall I take you to see Zhong Yi first?" Old Man Qi asked for her opinion.

"Mn."

Hearing her response, Old Man Qi led the way, taking Shen Qing up in a private elevator.

The floor was permeated with the heavy scent of disinfectant. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Shen Qing’s brow furrowed deeply.

Old Man Qi smiled and opened one of the room doors.

"Old Man Qi... Sister!" Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up when he saw the girl behind Old Man Qi. He threw off his covers, ready to get out of bed.

"Don't move." Shen Qing cast a sharp look his way, her brow still knitted.

"Oh." Zhong Yi gave a low response, obediently pulling the covers back over himself and sitting on the bed.

Old Man Qi looked at Zhong Yi’s pathetic display and scoffed lightly. "Look at how