Upon hearing this, Meng Zihan could no longer suppress her pent-up hatred.
In a hoarse voice, she recounted the entire incident of Zhou Qianyue leading people to break into her home and commit violence, word for word.
"I'm going to sue her! Sue her for intentional assault!" she said through gritted teeth. "She wanted to kill me, I'm going to sue her for intentional homicide!"
The young policeman took notes in his notebook, while the older policeman listened and asked, "Is this Zhou Qianyue you're talking about the daughter of Zhou Shixian of Hongyuan Group?"
"Yes! It's her!"
Upon hearing this, the older police officer exchanged a glance with his colleague and then closed his notebook.
He said businesslike, "Okay, we understand the situation. Take good care of yourself and we'll let you know if there's any progress."
After saying that, the two of them left without looking back.
Watching their retreating figures, Meng Zihan felt a sense of foreboding.
This premonition soon came true.
Less than an hour after the police left, the door to the ward was slammed open.
Zhou Shixian walked in wearing a crisp cashmere coat, reeking of smoke and cologne.
His hair was slicked back and shiny, but his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He walked to the bedside, looking down at Meng Zihan, who was covered in wounds. His eyes showed no sympathy, but rather disgust and anger.
"You've grown bold, haven't you? You even dare to call the police?" he said with a sneer. "Who gave you the guts to slander my daughter?"
Meng Zihan stared at him, hardly believing her ears.
She was lying here half-dead from the beating, and he not only didn't come to see her or pay her medical bills, but he even dared to come and confront her.
A surge of immense anger overwhelmed reason.
Meng Zihan screamed, "Zhou Shixian, are you even human?! It was your good daughter who led people to beat me up like this! I'm going to send her to jail!"
"Jail?" Zhou Shixian seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Let me tell you, you go and drop the case right now and tell the police that you fell on your own. Otherwise, you can weigh the consequences yourself."
Looking at his cold and ruthless face, Meng Zihan's heart turned completely cold.
She suddenly realized that she had been blind in the past.
She gave a bitter laugh, her voice hoarse and unpleasant: "Consequences? In my current state, what could be worse than this?"
“Yes.” Zhou Shixian’s eyes turned sinister. “Don’t forget how you begged me for help back then. I can let you live in an apartment and drive a nice car, or I can send you back to your shabby rented room! I’ll make you even worse off than before!”
This threat might have worked in the past.
But for Meng Zihan, who was almost dead, it all seemed ridiculous.
"Fine!" she glared at him. "Get out! Zhou Shixian, do you think I care about your stinking money? Let me tell you, even when I was poor, at least I didn't get beaten! What kind of life have I lived with you?"
"The company you gave me, I won't get a single penny of the profits. Isn't it just a tool for you to launder money? Do you think I'm stupid? I don't want it anymore! I don't want that lousy company anymore! I don't want anything!"
"You fucking want to die!"
Meng Zihan's words completely exposed Zhou Shixian's pretense.
He flew into a rage, suddenly reached out, grabbed Meng Zihan's hair, and raised his hand to slap her.
"Ah! Help! Murder!" Meng Zihan screamed shrilly.
"Stop! What are you doing!"
A doctor and a nurse happened to be passing by on their rounds when they saw this scene. They immediately rushed in and grabbed Zhou Shixian's arm tightly.
"This is a hospital! No hitting people!" the doctor shouted sternly.
Zhou Shixian was still furious, cursing under his breath: "That bitch, she's gone too far! I'm going to teach her a lesson today!"
The commotion in the ward attracted a crowd of onlookers, and the hospital security guards rushed over and restrained Zhou Shixian from both sides.
"Sir, this is a hospital. Please leave immediately!"
Dragged away by two security guards in full view of everyone, Zhou Shixian's face turned bright red, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Just before he was dragged out of the ward, he turned around sharply, staring intently at Meng Zihan on the bed, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Meng Zihan, you just wait!"
The door clicked shut, and Zhou Shixian's venomous threat echoed in the empty ward.
Meng Zihan lay on the hard hospital bed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Part of it was pain, but more of it was fear.
Zhou Shixian's heartless face chilled her to the bone even more than the kick Zhou Qianyue had given her.
She finally understood that in this man's eyes, she wasn't even a trinket, at most just a tool he was used to.
Now that this tool is not only disobedient but also trying to bite back, he naturally wants to get rid of it as soon as possible.
If this continues, not only will she not get justice, but she might also lose her life here.
The nurse came in with a cold face, placed a payment reminder on her bedside table, and said in a flat voice, "You already owe more than eight thousand yuan. If you don't pay soon, we'll only be able to give you the most basic medication. There are very few beds in the ICU, so you'll have to be transferred to a regular ward tomorrow."
Looking at the numbers on the list, Meng Zihan felt a wave of dizziness.
She couldn't even scrape together this small amount of her meager savings.
She couldn't just sit and wait to die.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in a chaotic jumble, but finally, a fat, big-eared face with eyes that squinted into slits when he smiled became the image that stuck in her mind: Director Zhang.
She struggled to pick up her bag from the bedside table; it was the bag the police had brought her, and everything inside was still there.
She pulled out her small Nokia phone and dialed Director Zhang's number one digit at a time.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and an impatient voice came through the receiver: "Hello? Who is it?"
"Chairman Zhang... it's me, it's Meng Zihan." Meng Zihan's voice was already choked with sobs as soon as she spoke.
Director Zhang on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then spoke with a hint of accusation: "Oh, it's Xiao Meng. What's going on? I haven't answered your calls lately, why are you suddenly contacting me now?"
"Chairman Zhang, I...I've been in trouble..." Meng Zihan's tears welled up instantly. She lowered her voice, making it soft and helpless, filled with grievance, "I've been beaten up, and I'm in the hospital now, I'm dying..."
A woman's tears and vulnerability are always the most effective weapons to break down a man's defenses.
Sure enough, Director Zhang's tone immediately changed, from impatience to concern, and even a hint of heartache.
"What? You got beaten up? What happened? Who dares to touch my people? Which hospital are you at? I'm coming right now!"
Meng Zihan sobbed as she recited the hospital name and ward number.
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