Chapter 70

It must be the tea bag she gave him yesterday.

"Mr. Qiao." Shu Xia spoke up to greet him, then prepared to go upstairs.

Qiao Muting looked over.

Shu Xia met Qiao Muting's cold, dark eyes.

Did his mood seem a bit off today?

Or maybe not; he was usually like this, cold toward everyone.

"Can you do me a favor?" Qiao Muting asked her.

Shu Xia was somewhat surprised, "What favor?"

She hadn't expected him to take the initiative to ask her for help.

Seeing his slightly furrowed brows and his pained expression, had he really encountered some trouble?

She walked over.

"I have a headache. The acupoints you pressed for me at the Laozhai last time were very effective for headaches." Qiao Muting's slender fingers rested on his temples, rubbing and pressing a few times, but it didn't seem to offer much relief.

"Is the headache very severe? Where exactly does it hurt?"

Shu Xia asked in a soft voice.

Hearing the woman's gentle tone, Qiao Muting was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the location of the pain.

"I'll give it a try, but massaging the head can only provide some relief. If you have time, Mr. Qiao, you could see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and try acupuncture."

Shu Xia walked behind the sofa and stood behind Qiao Muting.

"Acupuncture?" Qiao Muting subconsciously resisted at the thought of a long needle piercing into his head.

"Things passed down by our ancestors are sometimes more useful than Western medicine. Relax now and close your eyes." As Shu Xia spoke, she had already placed her hands on his head.

Qiao Muting closed his eyes.

The acupoints Shu Xia pressed today were different from last time.

It should be able to effectively alleviate Qiao Muting's headache symptoms.

Thirty minutes later.

Shu Xia looked at Qiao Muting, who had fallen asleep, feeling a bit troubled.

At nearly 1.9 meters tall, she couldn't possibly carry such a big man on her back. Besides, his sleep wasn't very good, and waking him up seemed a bit cruel.

Her peripheral vision swept to the neatly folded blanket nearby.

She grabbed the blanket and covered Qiao Muting with it.

Afterward, she went upstairs on tiptoe.

After taking a shower and lying in bed, she had just enough time to scroll through her phone.

Shu Xuan had asked her half an hour ago if she had arrived home; after replying to Shu Xuan, she went to check the trending topics for the day.

The Lin Family had been quiet for almost the whole day, but the buzz had indeed died down.

In a couple of days, many people would forget that such a thing had ever happened on the internet.

There were messages from Chen Xiuyue and Lin Xu on WeChat, but she didn't look at any of them.

She opened the chat dialog with Gu Cheng and found the recruitment brochure Gu Cheng had sent her.

Gu Lao's team was the best team currently restoring ancient artifacts.

She thought for a moment, edited her resume, and pulled a few comparison photos of her successful restoration works from her album, sending them all to the email address of Gu Lao's team.

Next, she opened her Taobao shop.

She had opened a Taobao treasure appraisal shop a couple of days ago; an appraisal cost anywhere from two hundred to five thousand, depending on the item, and she took orders purely based on fate.

On the way back to Xinghai Villa after dropping off Shu Xuan, someone had just placed an order and sent a few pictures asking her if they were real.

She had the client take a few more photos and videos according to her requirements; although there were some risks in helping people appraise items through photos, she found herself more sharp-eyed than before.

There were too many fakes on the market now, and the methods to make fakes look real were endless, but a fake was a fake after all.

After earning five hundred yuan, she got out of bed to turn off the lights.

She suddenly thought of Qiao Muting, who was still on the first floor; she seemed to have forgotten to turn off the lights when she went upstairs earlier.

She went downstairs on tiptoe; Qiao Muting, leaning on the sofa, was still in the same sleeping posture as when she went upstairs, but the blanket on him had fallen to the floor.

It was easy to catch a cold sleeping like that, so she walked over, picked up the blanket, and covered him with it again.

Just as she straightened her back.

Before she could react, her arm was grabbed, and she was pulled onto the sofa.