Not to mention Secretary An's surprise, even Chen Rou, an outsider and bystander, was astonished by Mei Lu.
Her words were truly vicious, enough to kill someone's spirit.
But ask yourself, when his strong and beautiful wife, who was always arguing with him and had differing opinions, finally fell ill and had to step back and become his advisor, while he could control a listed company on his own, would Nie Rong, besides feeling heartbroken and sad about his wife's illness, sometimes feel fortunate that he could finally be the one to call the shots in the Nie family business?
This is the darkness of human nature, and it is also unavoidable.
It is said that Nie Rong's story of "taking a concubine at his wife's behest" was not only widely circulated in Hong Kong, but also envied by everyone.
But at this moment, Nie Rong was filled with remorse, wishing he could turn back time and go back to the beginning so he could save his wife and make up for his mistakes. But it was too late. From the moment he lost control of his pants to the moment he welcomed Mei Lu into the house, all the false admiration and adoration he received from Mei Lu came with heavy interest. That interest was the lives of his wife and his most beloved son.
According to reports, he was on the verge of being driven to his death by the woman he once considered the most vulnerable.
Uncle Ming was on the phone, Secretary An was giving the old man CPR, and Liang Lisheng rushed out to find a doctor.
But Nie Zhao simply watched calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him. He calmly watched his father suffer a heart attack, struggle for his life, and be in immense pain. He glanced at Mei Lu, who was tugging at her neck, and remained just as calm.
Finally, he turned his head and whispered as Chen Rou bent over, "My head hurts a little."
Nie Rong was not Chen Rou's client, and besides, the old man's death at the hands of his concubine was a fitting end, so she didn't care. But Nie Zhao was her client, someone she needed to care about, so she asked, "I'll go get you some painkillers."
Nie Zhao said no need, raised his left hand, and Chen Rou thought for a moment before offering her own left hand.
Nie Zhao was a man, so his hands were naturally large. Because he had never done any manual labor, his hands had a smooth, jade-like texture from the palms to the backs of his hands. He covered her calloused palm with his own, and his five fingers emerged from between her fingers.
After all, they weren't a real couple, and the original owner of the body was a very cute girl who loved her husband very much. He couldn't help himself by taking over her body, so it wouldn't be good for him to have an ambiguous relationship with her husband.
Chen Rou felt that Nie Zhao's behavior was a bit excessive and subconsciously struggled. Nie Zhao immediately said, "Hold on tight."
Chen Rou was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her cheap husband, only to see him with a serious expression: "It won't hurt if you hold it."
So is she a human painkiller? He doesn't feel pain when he holds her hand?
What kind of twisted logic is this? Why does she feel like he's being a pervert?
A wounded man with a pierced collarbone is no match for a healthy person in terms of strength. Chen Rou looked at Nie Zhao's seemingly pleading eyes, shook off his hand with a little force, and put both hands behind her back.
Although my father is hateful, I can't let him die of anger like this.
Uncle Ming has already called the cardiology department, and the hospital bed is waiting outside.
Nie Zhao nodded, and Uncle Ming immediately rushed to the door. The moment he opened the door, the doctors had already pushed the bed in.
Nie Rong was lifted onto a hospital bed. Doctors pushed the bed and performed emergency treatment. As the bed brushed past the wheelchair, Nie Rong opened her mouth towards her son, whose gaze was cold, and said, "Your eldest brother, Yu, Yu..."
He was pushed away halfway through his sentence.
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This is Hong Kong in the late 1980s, a world-class metropolis that was among the most prosperous in Asia.
It was a British colony, possessing Asia's largest global port for cargo transportation, and due to the policies at the time, it was also an international refugee reception center where refugees from all over the world could live and seek a living.
In this city, there are tens of thousands of gangs and organizations of all sizes, and no fewer than 100,000 thugs whose names can be counted. It is a developed city that flows with money, but it is also an extremely chaotic city full of all sorts of monsters and demons.
Every day, people here become rich and famous overnight, while others either mysteriously disappear or are found dead in public toilets.
However, some people die in vain, and even if they die unjustly, their names will be cleared forever. But this is not the case for others.
Now that we've finished talking about Han Yuzhu, it's time to discuss the deaths of Nie Zhen and his wife. From Nie Zhao's eyes, Chen Rou understood that the car accident involving Nie Zhen and his wife was also related to Mei Lu. She just didn't know what kind of story that was.
As Nie Rong was pushed away, Mei Lu also felt real fear, her eyes darting around as she watched the door.
She hadn't expected Nie Zhao to have so much information, nor had she expected to lose both her money and her person. She was probably trying to run away at this point. Chen Rou saw this and, after the door was closed again, said, "Aunt Mei, don't bother. What those pirates tried to do to me and Ahan but failed to do, I will make them do to your son."
He scolded again: "Behave yourself!"
The oppressive force emanating from the Chinese special police caused Mei Lu to slump to the floor.
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