QTIMP -Chapter 229 Character Persona – Fool (Part 25)

Although she knew in her heart that the chances of him being injured were low, Si Qiu was still worried and unconsciously quickened her pace into a light jog.

Soon, voices could be heard ahead—foreign words strung together that she couldn’t understand. But she could still recognize Elias’s voice.

“Does Miss Si Qiu know about your decision, sir?”

“Martin, you should have understood long ago—if you want to live long, don’t know too much,” Elias replied, a hint of irritation in his tone.

The doctor called Martin, dressed in a white coat, spread his hands. “Alright, alright, you’re the boss after all. If Miss Si Qiu finds out, she’ll probably be touched too, right? After all, you’re doing this for her good. But if Miss Si Qiu ends up blaming you, boss, don’t try to dodge responsibility.”

Martin wasn’t entirely joking. Given their boss’s current lovestruck state, he was absolutely capable of doing something like that.

“What about me?” Si Qiu heard them mention her name.

She quickened her steps and walked out from around the corner.

Elias was leaning casually against the wall in a patient’s gown. The moment he saw her, he immediately straightened up and walked toward her in a few strides.

“Qiuqiu, why did you come?”

Besides Martin in his white coat, there were two nurses in blue uniforms, and several men in black standing nearby.

With just a glance, Si Qiu knew something wasn’t right. Instead of answering, she grabbed his clothes and began checking him over.

“Elias, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Seeing her eyes turning red with worry, Elias quickly tried to reassure her with a teasing tone. “My little darling, what are you thinking? Your Elias is strong enough to go head-to-head with a bull.”

Si Qiu wasn’t buying it. “If you’re not sick, then why are you wearing a patient’s gown? And what were you talking about just now? You even mentioned my name. Elias, don’t lie to me. Don’t ruin the trust I have in you.”

She tried to keep a stern face, but with her delicate features, even when she looked serious, she only came across as adorably fierce.

Elias was about to brush it off again, but the doctor named Martin walked over. “Oh, the little angel is here! The boss isn’t lying—he really isn’t sick.”

Seeing that Si Qiu’s eyes were still red as she looked at him questioningly, he shrugged and spread his hands. “It’s just that the boss wants to live a life of just the two of you, so he needs to perform a very minor surgery on a certain part.”

As he spoke, he even gestured with his fingers to indicate just how small the procedure was.

After hearing this, Si Qiu turned to look at Elias.

Elias felt that Martin talked too much, but there was nothing he could do except explain helplessly.

“My dear, I just think there’s no need for a third person between us. My bloodline isn’t worth preserving anyway. Besides, you’re so delicate—I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt. Childbirth is painful and dangerous, and raising a child is troublesome and exhausting. The two of us are perfectly fine as we are. There’s no need to spend energy on something like that.”

Elias had always been someone who gave cold commands or occasionally made sarcastic remarks. He had never thought his eloquence could be this good.

He believed Si Qiu would definitely be persuaded—but reality was far from his imagination.

Si Qiu raised her hand and slapped him directly.

The crisp sound echoed through the quiet corridor, leaving Martin, the nurses, and the group of subordinates—who had been watching the scene unfold—completely stunned.

A moment of silence fell. Someone even swallowed unconsciously and took a step back.

They were afraid their boss might lose face if he got hit in front of so many people—and snap, turning the scene into bloodshed on the spot.

But before their boss could explode, what came first was Si Qiu’s fierce, head-on scolding.

“Elias, has your brain been flooded or what? What do you mean there’s nothing worth passing on? You may have nothing to pass on, but I still have to carry on the Si family line!”

Back when her biological father and that mistress had accused her mother of being unable to bear a son—saying the Jian family’s lineage would end, that no one would be left to offer incense at their graves—

Si Qiu had told her mother she would change her surname to Si and carry on the Si family line herself. She would let the Jian family see clearly whether her mother would truly have no one to honor her after death.

This had been her goal for a long time.

She might be a bit slow, but she wasn’t stupid. Yet Elias, with that ridiculous brain of his, actually wanted to cut off her future—and even dressed it up in such righteous words.

“Elias, I’m telling you—if you can’t give me a daughter within two years to carry on the Si family line, then we’re done.”

After saying that, Si Qiu turned and walked away.

Martin cautiously stepped forward. “Um… boss, should the surgery continue?”

Elias turned his lake-blue eyes toward him, cold and sharp, then strode off to chase after Si Qiu.

Martin craned his neck, watching them disappear, then patted his chest. “Honestly… I’ve followed the boss for so many years, and he’s never been gentle with me.”

He turned to the others. “Alright, get back to work.”

With that, he stuck his hands in his pockets, whistling as he walked in the direction Si Qiu had gone. He was a little curious how the boss would handle this.

Meanwhile, Si Qiu had already rushed out and driven off in a sightseeing cart.

Elias was a step too late—he only caught a glimpse of the taillights. Someone at the entrance called out, “Sir!”

He ignored them completely and strode after her.

As mentioned before, the cart’s speed had been limited at his request. On top of that, Si Qiu’s driving skills were… not great. So he actually managed to catch up.

But the entire chase made his heart lurch up and down—it looked like she had drunk a whole bottle before driving.

She didn’t drive in a straight line even once.

He grabbed the steering wheel and forced the cart to stop. Si Qiu crossed her arms, twisting her body away with a cold snort.

Elias took a deep breath and walked around to the front, trying to meet her eyes. She immediately turned the other way.

He circled again and pinned her down before she could twist away—but she struggled fiercely, like a pig being held down during New Year slaughter.

With no other choice, Elias wrapped his arms around her, sat down in the driver’s seat, and used both arms and legs to hold her tightly in his lap.

“Qiuqiu, baby, sweetheart—can you listen to me?”

Si Qiu didn’t buy it and kept struggling. “Elias, that tone of yours shows you haven’t acknowledged your mistake at all. I’m not joking with you—I’m giving you a formal warning. If you can’t give me at least a child within two years, then we should just break up as soon as possible.”

Hearing her mention breaking up again, Elias tightened his hold slightly. His voice dropped, low and restrained as he spoke.