(The score has just been released, it will rise.) Yan Jing Fu comes from a top aristocratic family in Hong Kong, possessing hundreds of billions in assets, and is the unofficial master of the city....
Chapter 96: The Sheng Family's Youngest Daughter is Not Bad
Chapter 96: The Sheng Family's Youngest Daughter is Not Bad
She took all the food, including the noodles Wen Jin had bought, leaving not a single drop.
Fu Yanjing didn't seem to be hungry at all.
He had his work tablet brought to him, and despite suffering a mild concussion, he was still able to work in an orderly manner.
He sometimes types on the keyboard, and sometimes sends voice messages.
Wen Jin didn't want to stay here and be accused of spying on his company's secrets. Tang Man was in the hospital building behind, and Wen Jin planned to go see her.
However, just as Wen Jin reached the door of the ward, before the door was even opened, she heard a woman's voice with a very heavy Cantonese accent in the corridor.
It's so close.
The high heels landed with a crisp, clear sound on the hospital's porcelain-white floor.
The woman at the head of the group exuded a powerful aura. Her handmade Suzhou-embroidered blue cheongsam perfectly accentuated her well-maintained figure, and the jewelry she wore was all of considerable value. Her face showed no signs of aging, making her look both young and incredibly elegant.
She stopped a few meters from the ward door, followed by a large group of bodyguards, making quite a scene and attracting the attention of ordinary people in the hospital.
Following closely to her was Fu Yanjing's assistant in Jiangbei.
Qin Zhiyi still feels lingering fear. "What exactly happened? Have they found out whether it was an accident or sabotage?"
The assistant was sweating profusely, carefully considering every word he uttered, his tense voice sounding like someone walking a tightrope high in the air.
"The truck did have a problem with its braking system. The driver has a clean record and has no connection with the rivals. It was probably an accident."
"Eighty percent?" Qin Zhiyi was clearly dissatisfied with this answer. "I don't want you to speculate for me here!"
It's no wonder that the usually gentle woman made such a big deal out of it, especially since Fu Yanjing was about to take over the family business and his safety was at stake; this was something that absolutely could not be glossed over.
Wen Jin also stood at the door, feeling awkward, unsure whether to go out or stay.
If she walks out from here, she might run into Fu Yanjing's mother.
She was neither a medical worker nor Fu Yanjing's subordinate.
Being here makes it easy for our relationship to be misunderstood.
What if the woman's anger is directed at her...
Wen Jin silently released the doorknob.
If you can't escape, then you can only hide.
Turning around, he saw that Fu Yanjing's gaze had already shifted from the tablet. The door to the ward had been slightly ajar, and Qin Zhiyi's decisive voice from the corridor must have reached his ears.
But he just watched Wen Jinye's frozen figure at the door with such ease, capturing every subtle change in Wen Jinye's expression.
That interested expression clearly showed that he knew Wen Jin was also hesitating about something.
The sound of footsteps rang out again.
Wen Jin gritted her teeth, opened the bathroom door in the ward, and crawled inside.
At the same time, the ward door was pushed open.
Looking at her son with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, Qin Zhiyi's anger and sternness turned into heartache. "All your cars are modified, how could they be so badly damaged?"
"Where is it more serious?" Fu Yanjing shook his stiff shoulders and neck, which had been stiff from not stretching for a long time. "If you had come any later, I would have been completely healed."
"How dare you say that?" Qin Zhiyi glared at him. "If I hadn't come, were you planning not to tell me about your injury?"
Fu Yanjing shrugged it off, his gaze falling on Qin Zhiyi's assistant, who was so guilty she was practically burying her head in the ground. "There are plenty of people who will tell you, what's the difference if I chime in?"
"I'm doing this for your own good." This phrase is so common that Fu Yanjing is sick of hearing it.
Anyway, he's used to doing things his own way. As long as no one interferes in his life, he can understand if the people in Hong Kong put a few spies in his life.
Clearly, Qin Zhiyi knew more than just that.
"I heard that you weren't the only one in the car at the time; there was also a reporter?"
She was completely focused on Fu Yanjing, so she didn't pay much attention to her role as a reporter and only had a superficial understanding of the information she had.
Fu Yanjing lifted his eyelids slightly. "Hmm."
“I heard from people at the hospital that when they were carrying you into the ambulance, you were protecting that reporter.”
He spoke casually, with a calm indifference to life and death, "Being a reporter isn't easy either."
Qin Zhiyi was still shaken, but more concerned about Fu Yanjing's safety. Her tone was full of disapproval: "No one's life is more valuable than yours."
She naturally assumed that the reporter in the car was using the time on the road to conduct the interview. "People are naturally inclined to seek advantage and avoid harm. Besides, that reporter was just unlucky to be in your car when the accident happened. If she had really died, the Fu family would have to pay double the compensation. But if you had died, what would we do?"
She understood her son's indifference and ruthlessness better than anyone else.
He appears carefree and relaxed, but in reality, he is ruthless and decisive, even surpassing Old Master Fu in his abilities.
The business world is full of deceit and unpredictable changes. Many people are on the verge of bankruptcy, their families are hopeless, and they cry and beg for mercy to spare their lives.
Fu Yanjing didn't budge an inch.
When did you start to learn to put yourself in others' shoes and empathize with the difficulties faced by ordinary employees?
Qin Zhiyi felt that Fu Yanjing had changed a lot. "This isn't like you. What's wrong with you?"
Fu Yanjing's nonchalant expression froze.
It was as if I was stumped by the question, or as if my innermost thoughts had been touched.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
In the face of danger, the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is human nature.
But the moment the buzzing sound rang in his ears, Fu Yanjing instinctively shielded Wen Jinye.
Shattered glass, a violent collision, and a piercing siren.
The scene was incredibly chaotic.
But in the moment he fell into a coma, all he heard was Wen Jin's panicked voice:
"don't want--"
Thinking to myself:
good.
He's not entirely heartless.
I was worried about his safety.
Qin Zhiyi had grown accustomed to Fu Yanjing's silence and indifference. In any case, the matter was over, and everything had turned out alright, so there was no need to dwell on it anymore.
She took the hot water that Fu Yanjing's assistant brought her and took a sip.
Fu Yanjing has reached the age of settling down and starting a family. Whether in Hong Kong or the mainland, many prominent families and wealthy and powerful people have extended olive branches to the Fu family.
After all, putting aside Fu Yanjing's handsome face and his ability to manipulate the business world, even from the perspective of profiting from the marriage alliance, whoever the Fu family cooperates with will have a greater chance of winning and room for development.
Recently, she attended a tea party with her girlfriends, and many people, both openly and subtly, volunteered to help her out, mentioning this matter.
With that in mind, she naturally steered the conversation toward that matter.
“Your grandfather’s health retreat in Northern Europe is almost over, and you know he’s really looking forward to you getting married.”
She does have a preferred daughter-in-law candidate.
Qin Zhiyi pulled out photos from her phone. "The Sheng family's daughter is quite nice. Moreover, the Sheng family and the Fu family have always had business dealings. You're about the same age, and you even played together when you were little."
"So, do you like it?"
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