Chapter 1418 - 1415: Our Money Should Be Enough!

Chapter 1418: Chapter 1415: Our Money Should Be Enough!

Hearing such a reply, Zi Ruoxi thought for a moment, and then her big eyes became clear.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, our money should be enough! Besides fixing my face, I’ve got everything done. Leave your apartment as it is, Brother Qiao Muyun, don’t say anything more, I know you’re doing this for my sake, and because of that, the apartment shouldn’t be sold. Moreover, if you make any move, it will arouse suspicion from others. This will be bad. Our actions need to be discreet," Zi Ruoxi analyzed. Simultaneously, she brought her inner gratitude to him.

"Zi Ruoxi, thank you. You’re always so understanding!" Qiao Muyun finished speaking, gently moved closer to her, his arms wrapping around her from behind, letting that habit become natural. He wanted to let her slowly become accustomed to his touch.

To be honest, ever since the day they agreed to "elope" together, Brother Qiao Muyun had been subtly changing, which was beyond Zi Ruoxi’s expectations. Why did their love always make her want to escape?

Qiao Muyun did not exert force, so Zi Ruoxi gently freed herself from his embrace.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, I’m still more accustomed to the old you. Please don’t change, alright? I think you were pretty good before," Zi Ruoxi quietly said.

Qiao Muyun’s emerald eyes flickered, his face slightly shy, and he awkwardly smiled.

"I’m sorry, Zi Ruoxi, was it me who embarrassed you? I promise I won’t do it again, I respect you," Qiao Muyun said gently, his eyes filled with sincere affection.

"Mm, Brother Qiao Muyun, thank you..." Just as the words were out, she got a little knock on her head.

"You’re at it again, huh, hehe, didn’t we say not even those three words? Remember, you silly!" Qiao Muyun laughed.

Zi Ruoxi also laughed lightheartedly. At this moment, she was already at ease. No more discomfort remained, only a strong sense of warmth and mutual understanding. This hospital room had indeed become their best place to express shared feelings and discuss plans for "elopement".

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As for Qiao Junlie, they still pretended as if nothing had happened. Whenever Qiao Junlie was about to come, Qiao Muyun used the opportunity to go out and handle preparations for their escape. Thus, the brothers had very few opportunities to communicate. Zi Ruoxi still wore a mask and responded to Qiao Junlie’s words without provoking him, chatting conveniently, neither entirely intimate nor awkward, ensuring he wasn’t too embarrassed.

In Qiao Junlie’s mind, he always believed Zi Ruoxi was somewhat evasive because of her appearance. She felt insecure, so she hadn’t opened her heart to him. Nevertheless, he was willing to wait. He was willing to wait until she fully accepted him. Surely he would wait for that moment, right? After all, she had already agreed to marry him!

Therefore, the next thing was to quickly have her undergo surgery.

Currently, while Qiao Junlie was busy contacting the best cosmetic surgery experts for Zi Ruoxi, that team even boasted that they could make her shine like a star, though they hadn’t met her and such talk seemed somewhat exaggerated. However, the expert team was still trustworthy. After all, spending a substantial amount of money would surely yield results, and Qiao Junlie made no objections.

Looking like a star was secondary; Qiao Junlie handed them a photo of her original appearance, saying just one sentence: replicate it exactly, and no matter the price, he would pay it.

While Qiao Junlie and the expert team reached a nearly complete agreement, Qiao Muyun had already arranged everything outside and successfully obtained Zi Ruoxi’s passport and all her identification documents from Caesar Courtyard, casually bringing out a few pieces of her clothing. When questioned by the occupants, he simply said it was Zi Ruoxi’s request to bring them to the hospital. Naturally, others wouldn’t know he took her passport and documents, only noticing he packed a large bag of clothes. With his clever words, nobody questioned or suspected anything.

All operations were conducted under the radar, thanks to Qiao Junlie not returning to Caesar Courtyard during these days. Otherwise, such a detail could likely rouse his suspicion.

That night, the moonlit night was enchanting, the stars dazzling, sowing seeds of hope as if promised, shining vibrantly across the unattainably distant sky in the future.

In Zi Ruoxi’s hospital room, when Qiao Muyun opened the door again, her eyes lit up, unable to conceal her restless thoughts. Then, her emerald eyes met his, the two exchanged smiles, and they began whispering to each other.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, is everything ready?" Zi Ruoxi asked calmly, her eyes sparkling.

"Mm, everything is OK, two tickets for tonight, 11:30 PM flight to Country R’s Tokyo," Qiao Muyun truthfully replied, with a hint of excitement hidden in his words, unmistakably evident and unable to be contained.

"Mm. You’ve worked hard," Zi Ruoxi said with gratitude, her eyes sparkling.

Qiao Muyun walked over, took her hand, and placed it on his chest.

"I swear, I won’t make you sad again. I will always protect you and care for you. Zi Ruoxi, do you believe in me?" Qiao Muyun asked emotionally.

The rhythmic heartbeat accompanied by sincere vows reached Zi Ruoxi, leaving her restless.

"Mm. Brother Qiao Muyun, I believe in you," Zi Ruoxi expressed sincerely.

Qiao Muyun couldn’t resist wanting to embrace her, but fortunately, he managed to hold back. However, at this moment, he secretly vowed that he would make Zi Ruoxi accept him; it was only a matter of time. He believed there would be such a day.

Suddenly.

A string of phone ringtones pierced the air, breaking the atmosphere of the hospital room.

Was it Zi Ruoxi’s phone?!

Qiao Muyun stood by the window, glancing at her. She didn’t answer the call; she just let the ringtone go on. After several rings, it stopped. Qiao Muyun’s face showed some doubt; who would call at this time? Apart from his brother, there’s no one else.

The phone placed on her bedside rang again. Qiao Muyun slowly walked over, picked up her phone, and raised his arm to hand it to her.

"Answer it. At least this is the last call, and after this, the number can’t be used." Qiao Muyun spoke simply, his mood complex. Regarding his brother Qiao Junlie, he wasn’t sure how to face him; these days, avoiding him was just not wanting to confront the issues between them. Was the obstacle to their brotherly bond caused by that black-market competition? Perhaps the reasons were best understood by Qiao Muyun himself, with Zi Ruoxi being one of the primary factors.