After examining her condition, the doctor only said that the high fever was caused by excessive emotional stress.

Because she was pregnant, no medication was given for the time being. Qi Ma was instructed to use physical methods to lower Song Xingyao's fever.

Fu Siming didn't want to rely on others, so he personally wiped her down to lower her fever for a whole day and night. Aunt Qi came twice at night, and he didn't close his eyes at all.

Fortunately, this kind of illness comes and goes quickly. A night's rest has helped her recover a lot, although her body is still a little sore.

She made the slightest movement, and Fu Siming immediately woke up.

His palm still held her hand tightly, warm and damp.

Seeing that she was much better, I was finally relieved.

Just as Qi Ma brought out the breakfast, Fu Siming's phone rang.

When he returned, he didn't look well, and Song Xingyao noticed that he didn't seem happy.

So he said, "I'm fine, you go ahead and do your work, Aunt Qi is here!"

Fu Siming didn't say much and turned to leave the room.

Tiansheng.

"What do you mean the goods are gone?" Fu Siming threw the folder in his hand forcefully, and it landed right at the regional manager's feet.

The man in front of her was so frightened that he dared not breathe.

Pei Jing calmly picked up the things on the ground before speaking.

"Mr. Fu, the cargo ship's tracking has been shut down, and the crew members have been knocked unconscious and left on the shore. It appears to be a deliberate hijacking of the cargo. We have already contacted the police in Country S, and negotiations are still ongoing."

After giving a brief report, Fu Siming's expression improved somewhat.

"Send the inventory from the warehouse over there by air. Tell the people overseas to keep up. They're daring to steal from me now."

This batch of goods consisted of precision instrument parts that Tiansheng was exporting to country S, hoping to open up the market through this. However, they did not expect to receive a call from the pick-up point in the morning saying that the goods were gone and they had suffered a loss as well.

Even more foolish was the person holding the bill of lading, who was terrified and delayed reporting it for quite some time, by which time the bill of lading had already been stolen and disappeared.

The time for acceptance and delivery is getting closer and closer.

The huge compensation for breach of contract is not a big deal, but offending the government of country S is not a smart move.

Then he thought of Zhuo Wen.

Fu Siming dialed the number printed on the gold-embossed business card.

The call was answered in no time. The person on the other end showed no signs of annoyance at being disturbed in the early morning; instead, their voice made one feel refreshed and invigorated.

"Hey, Mr. Fu, have you made up your mind?" Without any unnecessary greetings, Zhuo Wen got straight to the point.

"I'll help you deal with Gu Mai, and I want you to help me expand into the S country market."

"Mr. Fu, you're mistaken. It's not about helping me, it's about us. Your goods were intercepted by Gu Mai." He said casually, as if he already knew that Fu Siming would make this call.

Upon hearing his words, Fu Siming had no reason to doubt.

Orland is a traditional power in S country, so its investigation capabilities are naturally much faster than theirs.

Before Fu Siming could ask a question, Zhuo Wen dropped another bombshell.

“The old patriarch of the Si family is dead. These days, Gu Mai has been busy cleaning up his family’s influence while keeping an eye on your shipment, preparing to deal with you.”

He paused for a moment, then said, "However, there is something interesting. Gu Mai's son doesn't seem to be in good health. I heard he's been constantly seeking medical treatment lately... Would someone like him worry about losing his life?"

Fu Siming keenly sensed the hatred in the words, but didn't say anything more.

"I see."

Country S.

Gu Mai and Gu Mi sat facing each other at the long table.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke.

Finally, Gu Mi couldn't hold back any longer. "Speak your mind. Do you really think you're the head of the family just because you're sitting in the head's chair?"

His tone was full of disdain.

Gu Mai wasn't annoyed. Instead, he slowly took out an exquisite bottle from his pocket.

The yellowish-brown bottle contained a liquid that shimmered under the chandelier, like a witch's potion.

When Gu Mi saw that thing, a crack appeared in his eyes, but then he returned to normal.

Gu Mai toyed with the bottle with his fingers; in the quiet environment, the only sound was the medicine inside hitting the glass bottle.

Then he spoke softly, "My dear brother, it seems I have to thank you for allowing me to take the position of family head so quickly."

After saying that, he swung the bottle across the table, and the bottle rolled on the table, making a gurgling sound.

Then it came to a steady stop beside Gu Mi's hand.

Gu Mi suddenly stood up: "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm telling you, brother, you're sitting in this position now, so hold on tight. Don't wait until someday..."

He didn't say anything more, turned around and left the room.

When Gumi returned to his mansion, he began to wonder if Gumai really knew something.

Impossible! He had clearly handled it very thoroughly, how could Gu Mai possibly know?

Could it be...?

Thinking of this, he took a sip, his eyes filled with coldness and ruthlessness.

It was much easier for Gu Mai to take the position of head of the Sige family than he had imagined.

Although the old man's former brothers also wanted a share of the pie, they knew that the position of family head was absolutely impossible for them.

If they choose the right side, they can simply reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

Compared to the impulsive and reckless Gumi, Gumai was the one with a better chance of winning.

So Gu Mai only had to make a slight movement to secure his position.

Only the restless Gumi.

Before he went to Jiangcheng, he had someone place a surveillance camera on the old man's house.

Gu Mi's little tricks, which he thought no one knew about, were already reviewed by Gu Mai before he even returned for the funeral.

One of the most important clauses in the old patriarch's will was:

If the son harbors rebellious thoughts, he will have no chance of obtaining anything from the old man.

Gu Mai didn't rush back to his room, but instead turned around and went into the monitoring room.

The tiny baby in the incubator had tubes inserted all over its body just to maintain a faint breath.

His eyes were fixed on the thin child, lost in thought.

The doctor stepped forward and said, "Sir, the child's condition is not good. We need to find a heart donor as soon as possible."

"The black market has already spread the word that they will contact our team as soon as they find a suitable donor."

Gu Mai closed his eyes, feeling a rare sense of weakness, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, you all take good care of them, and report to me immediately if anything happens."

Then, glancing down at him, as if sensing that he still had a faint breath, she left the intensive care unit.

Because of premature birth and the sedative medications administered during pregnancy.

The child was found to have a congenital heart defect shortly after birth.

But wasn't this just a chess piece to begin with?

Why bother saving him? He's already achieved his goal, hasn't he?

Perhaps he couldn't bear to watch his loved ones die in front of him again!

He remembered the madwoman, and then gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.