My Sexy Female CEO

Everyone was eating the same meal, so why did she get so severely ill? Moreover, Lin Yifan ate so much, theoretically he should have consumed a higher dose of the medicine, how could he possibly have had the strength to save them? Question after question swirled in her mind, unable to be resolved.

This question indeed stumped Lin Yifan; because if it weren't for him, An Qi wouldn't have ended up like this; now, looking into An Qi's doubtful eyes, he felt somewhat guilty.

"Maybe you have a weaker constitution, poorer resistance. Actually, Secretary Zhou also fainted, just that she wasn't as depleted as you. And I'm physically strong, with high resistance, so I was fine," Lin Yifan answered one by one.

"Really? Is my constitution that weak?" An Qi doubted, feeling that Lin Yifan was hiding something from her.

"It really is like that, the doctor said so too," Lin Yifan replied, his gaze blank, feeling somewhat panicked, this taste of lying was truly unpleasant.

"No, you seemed to know there was something wrong with the food yesterday, you knew Zhao Ritian wanted to harm us, why didn't you tell us? Could it be that you really are in cahoots with Zhao Ritian?" An Qi grew more suspicious the more she thought about it.

Yesterday, when she saw Lin Yifan laughing and talking with Zhao Ritian, she sensed something was amiss, but since Lin Yifan refused to admit it then, she didn't become overly suspicious. Now, with what had happened, she suddenly became more convinced of her previous speculation.

"Pshaw! What do you mean I'm in cahoots with him? Do I look like someone who is not selective?" Lin Yifan was speechless.

"You do!" An Qi exclaimed in shock.

"Like hell I do, my sexual orientation is totally normal," Lin Yifan mildly scolded.

"Normal and you were flirting with Zhao Ritian?" An Qi inquired.

"Flirting was just a way to teach him a lesson," Lin Yifan replied.

"So you did know the food was tampered with. Tell me! Did you conspire with Zhao Ritian to harm me?" An Qi demanded sternly.

"Miss, I've explained to you many times, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have repeatedly intervened to save you," Lin Yifan replied.

"Then why didn't you tell me and Zhou Jiajia that there was something wrong with the food?" An Qi challenged.

"Since Zhao Ritian wanted to play dirty, I thought I'd play along," Lin Yifan replied.

"So you disregarded our lives just for your personal gain?" An Qi was somewhat angry.

"I thought everything was under my control, but I didn't expect your body to be so weak. Also, at the time, I had no evidence that the food was tampered with; so I wanted to draw out the scum Zhao Ritian, show his true colors, and catch him red-handed," Lin Yifan explained his actions at the time.

"You bastard! A moment as splendid as catching him red-handed and you didn't let me see it! Go to hell!" After speaking, An Qi tried to grab a pillow to throw at him; but she realized she didn't have the strength to get up.

"Um..." Lin Yifan sweated, surprised that An Qi cared about this; he quickly tried to calm her: "Boss An, don't be angry! Don't be angry! Next time Zhao Ritian tries to harm you, I'll definitely livestream catching him red-handed for you."

"Hmph! After this failure, do you think he will try again?" An Qi snorted coldly, her anger lingering.

"Given his lascivious nature, coupled with your two complex relationship, I think it's likely he might try again," Lin Yifan speculated.

"That damned lecher Zhao Ritian, even if I die, I would never marry him!" An Qi shouted angrily, then her eyes revealed a hint of a sinister look: "Next time! You hand him over to me, and I'll teach him a lesson well!"

Seeing that terrifying look, Lin Yifan couldn't help but shiver, unsure of what vicious trick this temperamental, capricious Demon would use against Zhao Ritian.

With An Qi's shouting, she woke up her mother who was sleeping beside the hospital bed.

"Qiqi! My good daughter, you're finally awake?" Her mother opened her panda eyes, astonished.

"Mom, why are you here?" An Qi only now realized her mother was beside her.

"Last night, the bodyguard Lin told me everything that had happened; I was worried about you, so I came," her mother answered.

"Mom! You didn't sleep all night, did you?" An Qi asked with concern.

"I need to take care of my precious daughter, I couldn't sleep," her mother answered affectionately, clearly doting on her daughter.

Lin Yifan stepped aside to let the mother and daughter talk.

Time passed by second by second, and soon it was noon; at that time, Lin Yifan informed them and then hurriedly left.

The lunch break was very short, only two hours, and he had to make the most of these two hours.

With excitement, he drove to the hotel he had booked, waiting for Zhou Jiajia to arrive.

Upon entering the hotel and verifying his information at the front desk, Lin Yifan got the room key and then took the elevator up.

In the elevator, he was smug, whistling to himself. This continued until he reached the twentieth floor, where he readied his demeanor and walked out of the elevator properly.

Turning left and right, he finally found the presidential suite he had booked; then, he took out the key, unlocked the door, and went in.

Just as he was about to close the door, a faint cry for help came from outside: "Help! Help!"

The voice was faint, but it was real.

As an outstanding soldier, when the people are in danger, he should be the first to stand up and help.

Thus, he immediately left the door and anxiously searched for the source of the sound.

He quickly found his way to a room door. The room number was 2008, which seemed not to be the presidential suite.

Pressing his ear against the door, Lin Yifan heard violent fighting noises inside.

"Tsk tsk! This is a high-rise hotel, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you, so you might as well surrender quietly," a sleazy male voice said, utterly vulgar.

"You liar! You bastard! You pervert! Even if I die, I won't let you succeed," an angry female voice responded.

"Huh! Why does this voice sound so familiar?" Lin Yifan outside the door was very puzzled. Then, his mind raced, trying to identify the owner of the voice.

Suddenly, an image fixed itself in his mind.

"It's her!" Lin Yifan couldn't help exclaiming, surprised that it was her again.

"You think you wouldn't let me succeed by dying? Haha! If you die, it would be even easier for me." After saying that, the lecherous man charged again, completely unafraid of the woman's threats.

"Hiss!"

Only the sound of fabric tearing was heard, then the room echoed with a desperate, helpless female scream for help: "Help! Help!"