Jiao Bai woke up in the hospital. His left hand had suffered a fracture and was in a cast and shoulder sling.
The hospital room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Jiao Bai’s pale face showed a look of confusion, which quickly disappeared when he recalled who he was and why he was lying there.
A young nurse came in and checked Jiao Bai’s IV drip. After a while, she removed the needle and left without saying a single word.
This was the Shen family’s hospital, and how the Shen family treated Jiao Bai determined how he would be treated here.
Jiao Bai tested his right hand. It was fine and using it didn't affect his fractured left hand. He had no other major injuries, but he remained lying still. He couldn’t leave, as the results were still pending.
Fifth floor
Shen Ji’s head was wrapped in a bandage and he had just completed a full-body examination. Madam Shen was still worried and hurriedly pulled the hospital director aside to anxiously ask if her youngest son, who had head injury, would suffer from memory loss.
Madam Shen was a fan of soap operas and was familiar with all the dog-blood plot twists.
Her questions made the hospital director feel like his head was going to explode. He was angry but didn’t dare to express it. Overwhelmed by frustration, he turned to Shen Ji’s assistant for help.
The assistant turned a blind eye.
“Mum, I'm really fine,” Shen Ji said, interrupting the old lady who was driving the hospital director to the brink of madness.
Madam Shen gasped for breath. “You’ve been safe and sound these past two years, so why today…” She began to feel palpitations and had to take two pills before she could calm down.
She was struggling to cope with the fact that her most precious youngest son ended up in hospital just after celebrating her birthday.
Shen Ji gently patted the Madam Shen’s chest and glanced at his assistant.
“We’ve found out who it was.” The assistant reported the findings of the investigation to the chairman. The driver was a etfhshud who had been on the run for over a decade and had died on the spot.
This car crash could also be counted as removing a threat to the public.
Madam Shen didn't care about that. She was simply relieved that her youngest son had not been seriously injured. Otherwise, in addition to the already cdzc etfhshud driver, the two who were still alive, the Shen family’s old chauffeur and the little thing living in Qinxin Estate, would have been burned by her anger.
Madam Shen counted the Buddhist beads and said piously and benevolently in her mind, Amitabha Buddha.
Seeing his mother start talking about fate after moving her prayer beads, Shen Ji’s temple twitched. He immediately lost the desire to tell the assistant to investigate the accident further and just wanted to quickly put this matter to rest.
“Mum, this was just an accident. Don't go to that atkkrghsshmf master-what’s-his-name."
“He’s Master Qingyun!” Madam Shen’s expression hardened and she looked at him like she was looking at an unfilial child.
Shen Ji: “...”
“I know it was an accident.” Madam Shen changed the subject, her tone revealing a hint of the intimidating presence she had in her youth, “But even if it was an accident, if you were seriously hurt, I wouldn’t let him off easily.”
This mediocre rural dweller, whose only valuable asset was his astrological chart and fortune[1], was her youngest son’s protective charm and could also be regarded as the Shen family’s lucky mascot.
If this mascot didn’t work anymore, then it was just a worthless piece of junk.
Shen Ji sensed Madam Shen’s intentions from her expression, and felt regret. He might as well go with the flow. Getting rid of one person from Qinxin Estate was better than nothing.
A pair of calm, downturned eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. Shen Ji paused briefly in the motion of rubbing his bruised jaw. “How’s that little okzxsghmf?”
The assistant replied, “Fractured left hand.”
Shen Ji was taken aback for a moment, then coldly curled his lips into a sneer and said, “Serves him right.”
Jiao Bai sneezed and, feeling bored, logged into his account. A quick glance at his friends’ list left him utterly astonished.
His activity level with Shen Ji was actually 0.01!
Jiao Bai’s expression changed repeatedly—one moment he was excited, the next he was dissatisfied. After a while, he reassured himself that at least there had been some movement.
The start was almost the most challenging.
Now that the initial hurdle had been crossed, the rest should be much easier... hopefully.
Jiao Bai took a nap, and when he woke up, he was still facing the same pale walls. No one came to take him back to Qinxin Estate, and no one came to visit him. He had been forgotten, left to lie in the hospital.
At any rate, it didn’t cost him any money.
The only annoying thing was that, just like Qinxin Estate, the hospital always had someone supervising and restricting his activities.
Oh, following to the usual pattern, the glance he gave Shen Ji at the time should have been enough to trigger the ‘Boy, you’ve successfully caught my attention’ and ‘You’re different from the other flirtatious rktsr’ route.
But clearly, that wasn’t the case.
Had he had known this would happen, he would have pretended to be so overwhelmed with fear that he lost his mind and slapped Shen Ji hard on the face. That would definitely make Shen Ji think of him every time he looked in the mirror while washing his face. What a strategic blunder.
However, in a way, Jiao Bai had anticipated this. Old dog Shen, who had been in a high position for so long, was cold-hearted and calculating. He wasn’t someone who could be easily ensnared.
Shen Ji was discharged from the hospital the same day. The novelty of the look that little okzxsghmf had given him during the accident wore off quickly and didn’t lead to anything further. He soon dismissed the matter from his mind and immersed himself in work and leisure activities.
A week later, he received a call from the Madam Shen. Shen Ji's injury had almost fully healed and he was on a business trip. His hosts sent a person to him—a girl, who was about the same age as his son and had recently reached adulthood.
Shen Ji’s cdrhqd grew in tandem with stress and fatigue. His only requirement for anyone sent to his bed was that they had to be sturdy.
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