Chapter 116 Don't Say Things in Anger

The excruciating pain slowly spread into my chest, as if my heart was being torn apart.

Bo Jinzhou's eyes were red, hurt by her words. He looked at her helplessly, his body trembling: "Mianmian, don't say hurtful things."

"It was my fault, it won't happen again."

Jiang Yimian pushed him away forcefully. Bo Jinzhou's gunshot wound aggravated his pain, but he seemed oblivious, his deep eyes fixed on the woman before him.

"Ah Long".

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside by Ah Long, who came in with several tall, muscular men, looking as aggressive as if they were there to fight.

Ah Long: "Mr. Bo, let's go. Don't make us resort to violence."

Bo Jinzhou's aura was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Song Zhou also arrived with his people, and the huge office was instantly filled with two groups of people.

Jiang Yimian's expression was cold and mocking: "I forgot, President Bo is ruthless, has extensive connections, and wields great power. In President Bo's eyes, my little Jiang family is nothing but an ant."

"Go ahead and destroy this place if you want."

Bo Jinzhou felt a sharp, dull pain in his heart. "Mianmian, you know I wouldn't say such things."

Jiang Yimian: "Then please leave here."

Seeing that his boss was weak and his legs were unsteady, Song Zhou realized that his wounds might have reopened.

Concerned, she stepped forward to support him, saying, "Mr. Bo, let's go back first."

Bo Jinzhou's bloodshot eyes swept over the person blocking her way, knowing that forcing his way in would only make her hate him.

She couldn't let him destroy everything she had worked so hard to get back.

Bo Jinzhou's voice was low and husky, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Jiang Yimian looked away. "You're not welcome here. If you're here to sign divorce papers, then you're welcome."

Bo Jinzhou choked, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he forcibly suppressed.

He turned and left dejectedly.

Ah Long also told the others to leave. Soon everyone was gone. Jiang Yimian felt a churning in her stomach, covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, where she hugged the toilet and vomited violently. Bloodshot eyes spread across her face, and she was forced to shed tears.

But after vomiting for a long time, nothing came out. She hadn't eaten anything all day, so naturally she couldn't vomit anything.

Lu Xinxin rushed in and patted her back. The woman was thin and frail; Lu Xinxin could feel the bones in her back through her clothes. Lu Xinxin felt extremely sorry for her.

"President Jiang, how are you? Let's go to the hospital."

Jiang Yimian shook her head and slumped to the ground. "It's probably because I'm emotionally agitated and haven't eaten. Could you buy me some cake?"

Lu Xinxin: "No, you have to eat. Cake can't be eaten as a meal."

She was pale and got up from the ground. "I have no appetite, I just want to eat some cake."

Lu Xinxin helped her to bed to rest. Her office has a separate lounge, where she has been living for the past two months.

Bo Jinzhou didn't go to the hospital; he went directly to the company headquarters, saying that he couldn't get a divorce unless he signed the papers.

He acted as if nothing had happened, arranging for Song Zhou to deliver meals, snacks, her favorite cakes and sweet soups, as well as jewelry and clothes to Jiang Yimian.

It was as if they were trying to cover something up, as if the two of them were still the same as before.

He buried himself in his work, numbing himself and ignoring even the pain of his wounds.

Seeing that his condition was getting worse and worse, Song Zhou was extremely worried and had no choice but to call Grandma Pei.

Soon after, Old Mrs. Pei called and scolded him.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy by not taking care of your health?"

"Go to the hospital right away and see a doctor."

Bo Jinzhou: "Okay, Grandma, I'm fine. If something had happened, would I still be here calling you like this?"

On the screen, even the kind-looking old lady Pei's face was filled with anger. "Do you think I'm easy to fool? Look at your face, you're completely pale. You've already collapsed before you've even dealt with Bo Qingshan."

Bo Jinzhou's eyes darkened. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll have the family doctor come over in a bit. Will that put your mind at ease?"

Grandma Pei wasn't so easily fooled. "Let me make this clear beforehand."

"If anything happens to you, I'll take it out on that girl first."

Bo Jinzhou's pale face was as cold as ice, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Grandma! If you touch her, you're taking my life."

Grandma Pei: "Then you should go to the hospital now. It would be best if you lived to be a hundred years old. Otherwise, if I see anything happen to you while I'm still alive, I will never forgive that girl."

Bo Jinzhou knew that his grandmother was deliberately scaring him; otherwise, she would have already attacked Mianmian when he was shot.

The old lady was the most likely to say one thing and mean another; she was simply worried about him.

Left with no other option, Bo Jinzhou had to go to the hospital.

The doctor frowned when he saw that the bandaged area was already bleeding: "Why did you only come now? It would be more serious if it got infected."

The doctor treated the wound, and Bo Jinzhou's face was cold and stern, his lips pressed tightly together, and he remained silent.

Even the doctor couldn't help but take a second look at him.

After his wound was treated, the doctor advised him to be hospitalized, but Bo Jinzhou refused. He put on his clothes, drove his Maybach, and stopped at a cake shop to pick out two cakes.

He didn't dare go downstairs when he arrived at the Jiang family's building.

I called Lu Xinxin down to get it.

Lu Xinxin was unaware of the situation between the two and assumed they had just had a fight. Since President Bo had taken the initiative to apologize, she came downstairs to get the cake.

There was also a bunch of Carola roses, with large, full blooms and a delicate, sweet fragrance that wafted through the air.

Lu Xinxin's eyes lit up, thinking that Jiang Yimian's mood would be better if she saw this.

She took the items. "Don't worry, Mr. Bo, I will deliver them to Mr. Jiang."

Bo Jinzhou's voice was low and husky, and he had a tall and slender figure, though he had lost a lot of weight: "How has she been eating lately?"

Lu Xinxin shook her head with a bitter face: "Many people in the Jiang family are not convinced by President Jiang. Many people in the Jiang family's collateral branches are laughing at President Jiang and want to pull her out of her position. President Jiang is running around trying to find business partners and drinking until she vomits."

"She doesn't eat well either. She vomited yesterday and said she had no appetite. She only ate a little bit of cake. The food you asked Assistant Song to bring was untouched by President Jiang. She had it thrown away."

Bo Jinzhou felt a dull pain in his heart as he listened, his deep, dark eyes suppressing turbulent emotions.

"I'll have Assistant Song bring the food over later. Just tell her you ordered it from a hotel and watch her eat it."

Lu Xinxin was touched. "Don't worry, Mr. Bo, I will."

Lu Xinxin returned to the company and carried the things to Jiang Yimian's office. Jiang Yimian knew who had sent them just by looking up, and before Lu Xinxin could say anything, she told her to throw them away.

Lu Xinxin's smile froze, and she gently advised, "President Jiang, it would be such a pity to lose this."

Jiang Yimian said calmly, "Then you can keep it yourself."

Lu Xinxin pouted, took the flowers out, and, not wanting to throw them away, trimmed them and placed them in the conference room, thinking that President Jiang would see them when he arrived.

As expected, Jiang Yimian saw the flowers on the table as soon as she entered the conference room. She looked at Lu Xinxin, who was so frightened that she immediately removed the flowers.