Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

"I don't drink," Madison stated, pointing to a bottle of mineral water. "But I can join you with water."

"Drinking water, huh."

Amelia's eyes twirled playfully, "That works for me!"

"I'll order some takeout. Amelia, you fetch it," Jessica directed.

Amelia frowned, "Alright."

She didn't mind doing the legwork if it meant not spending her own money.

Their choice of late-night snacks was surprisingly down-to-earth: spicy crayfish and duck delicacies.

"Won't you worry about breaking out tomorrow eating this kind of food?" Amelia grimaced.

Jessica shook her head with smug satisfaction, "Sorry. I've never had acne."

Amelia, who would break out with even a slight dietary mishap, thought, "Damn, I want to strangle her!"

Jessica seriously splurged, spending over a thousand yuan-no small amount, even for someone of her means.

Despite having a wealthy big brother, Jessica was always thrifty with her expenses.

That's probably why Ethan often thought of treating her; if she were the spendthrift type, he likely wouldn't bother.

Forty minutes later, the delivery arrived.

Amelia bundled up in a down jacket, braving a sudden heavy snowfall to collect the order.

Their residential area was tightly controlled, preventing non-residents from entering a measure that made delivery pickups a rarity here among the upper class. Rushing out into the snowstorm with a growling stomach, Amelia felt a pang of urgency.

She quickened her pace, ignoring the still-tender ankle she had twisted a few days earlier.

"Do people here even order takeout?"

At the gate, a car with hazard lights on was parked.

A man, looking like a scholarly delinquent, grinned at the woman fetching the order. "Hey, pretty lady."

Qin Hualin, reviewing documents in his car, glanced up casually-then froze.

It was her.

Jiang Zuo, noticing his friend's stare, began to chuckle. "You know her?"

Qin Hualin's gaze turned icy as he shot a look at Jiang, who feigned hurt.

"Hey, I come all this way in the late night to bring you documents, and not a thank you? You glare at me instead?" Jiang Zuo said in mock distress.

Qin Hualin took the documents and stepped out of the car without a word of thanks.

Jiang Zuo was left to grumble, "I'll remember this, Qin Hualin!"

Ahead on the road, Amelia had slowed down, gingerly inspecting her aching ankle.

The injury hadn't felt so severe before, but running had aggravated it.

Fearful for her health, she decided to seek a medical checkup the next day, lest her career suffer from an inability to wear high heels. "Are you okay?"

Preoccupied with her ankle, Amelia was startled by his voice. Looking up, she found him standing there.

It was truly him.

Amelia rose slowly, "I'm fine. You're still working this late?"

Qin Hualin lifted the stack of documents, "Just a friend dropping off some material."

"Oh."

Amelia adjusted her coat's hood, ready to pick up the takeout, but someone beat her to it.

"I... You..."

The snowstorm intensified.

Without looking back, Qin Hualin said, "Let's go."

Their paths were the same, and Amelia found herself following his lead, unable to keep her eyes off his retreating figure. What did they call it? The killer silhouette?

This was it.

Amelia felt just one more glance would ensnare her-she had to stop looking!

Qin Hualin, glancing back inadvertently, caught her shaking her head.

"What are you doing?"

She had shaken her head so vigorously that she felt dizzy, "Ah? Nothing."

Qin Hualin handed her the delivery bag.

They had arrived.

"Thank you," Amelia said, taking it from him.

Qin Hualin said nothing, turning to walk to the door opposite hers.

As his footsteps faded, Amelia called out despite herself, "Qin Hualin."

He stopped and turned, his gaze as tranquil as ever, untouched even by the fierce snowstorm.

Amelia bit her lip, "Are you going to work for Air China indefinitely?"

Qin Hualin's expression remained unfazed.

Later, amidst the thickening snow, she heard his reply: "Unless something unexpected happens, yes."

Jessica and Madison noticed that Amelia, having returned with the seemed even more

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"It's not even the middle of the night; surely you haven't seen a ghost," Jessica remarked, puzzled.

"Indeed, I've encountered a ghost," Amelia responded, her head drooping.

Madison shrugged, "Come on, maybe some good food will lift your spirits?" Amelia mustered some energy to join them in eating.

"Ding-dong."

She hadn't expected it-Qin Hualin had actually sent her a message.

Rubbing her eyes, she deciphered the text.

Oh.

It wasn't a message he had typed.

It was a recommendation for an orthopedic doctor.

Glancing at her ankle, Amelia hesitated before sending a simple thank-you.

Qin Hualin did not reply.

Having indulged too much the night before, Madison left while the other two were still asleep.

When Amelia awoke, it was already noon.

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To her relief, the doctor seemed easy-going, telling her not to rush.

"Knock, knock."

"Come in."

Amelia entered to see a doctor in a white coat, sporting silver-rimmed glasses.

"Dr. Jiang?"

"Yes," Jiang Zuo beckoned her over. "Which ankle?"

Settling in the examination chair, Jiang Zuo donned gloves to inspect her ankle.

"Does this hurt?"

"No."

Jiang then instructed, "Try standing on your tiptoes."

Amelia winced at the attempt.

"You twisted it," Jiang concluded, standing up. "Avoid high heels for a while."

"How long is 'a while'?"

"Half a month, or the pain will come and go."

As Jiang finished, his phone pinged.

After reading the message, Amelia caught his subtle glance.

"No worries, I have the perfect shoes for you. What size are you?"

"37."

Jiang went to a cabinet, rummaging before handing her a box.

"These have a slight heel but won't hurt. Try them," he offered.

"How much?" Amelia asked.

Jiang smiled, "For General Qin's friend, there's no charge."

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Jiang Zuo: This is my patent! 50k, please!

Qin: [Transfer of 50,000.00]