Chapter 443 Anger
Chi Wenyan's footsteps stopped abruptly, his chest heaving violently due to the forced suppression of anger, and the coldness around him almost froze the air.
He stared at the lawyer's back with a sinister look in his eyes.
Taking the long view? Yes.
He couldn't let Lu Liang get away so easily. He wanted to make Lu Liang pay a price more painful than death.
At this moment, the door of the examination room opened and the doctor came out. Chi Wenyan immediately shook off his assistant and stepped forward: "Doctor, how is she?"
The doctor took off his mask and looked at Chi Wenyan with a soothing tone.
"Mr. Chi, don't worry too much. The patient is mainly frightened and emotionally agitated, and her body is a little weak. The injuries on her body are superficial and not serious. I have already treated her. I recommend that she stay in the hospital for observation overnight. She mainly needs to rest well and calm down."
Chi Wenyan felt a little relieved, but when he saw Ji Wan being pushed out by the nurse, the heartache came back again.
She still had her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes trembling restlessly, like a frightened butterfly.
"Arrange the best ward." Chi Wenyan instructed his assistant in a deep voice, then leaned over and carefully held Ji Wan's slightly cold hand.
Her fingers curled slightly in his palm, but the subtle reaction made Chi Wenyan's heart skip a beat.
"Wanwan, don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was extremely soft and gentle, with a cherishment and care that he had never had before, "I won't let anyone hurt you again."
He lifted Ji Wan from the gurney horizontally, his movements as gentle as if she were a rare treasure. Ji Wan seemed to sense a familiar presence and unconsciously shrank into his arms, letting out a faint whimper.
Chi Wenyan held her in his arms and walked step by step towards the arranged VIP ward, his back looking resolute and cold.
Luliang, your good days are over.
He curled his fingers into fists.
Lu Liang never thought that he would end up in such a situation.
That woman Ji Wan actually dared to kick him down from the position she had promoted him to.
Improper conduct? That was simply a fabricated accusation. What caught him even more off guard was that she had actually dug up evidence of his alleged abuse of power for personal gain.
Those are just necessary means for him to survive in the workplace. Which executive has completely clean hands?
But that madman Chi Wenyan actually used his connections for this "little thing" and completely eliminated his foothold in the entire industry overnight.
All the headhunters avoided him, and his former confidants distanced themselves from him. Legal fees flowed like water, but he couldn't break his wasteful habits, still going to bars and clubs. His bank account was dwindling at a noticeable rate.
Now he is in a state of disgrace and can barely afford the property management fees for his high-end residential complex.
In the afternoon, the sun was glaring, and Lu Liang, wearing a wrinkled shirt, was wandering aimlessly in the community garden.
Several retired uncles and aunts gathered under the shade of a tree, and their chattering drifted into his ears intermittently.
"Hey, have you heard? It's the guy named Lu who lives in Building B. He made such a big noise a few nights ago." An auntie with curly hair lowered her voice, her face showing unconcealable excitement.
"Of course I haven't heard about it. My son saw it when he came home from overtime work at night. An ambulance and a police car arrived. They said that...tsk tsk, she was fooling around outside and was blocked in the hotel." Another old man in a flowered shirt took over the conversation with a disdainful tone.
"That's right. I heard that girl is not a good person either. She looks quite innocent, but I didn't expect that."
"They probably couldn't agree on the price, so they broke up. Otherwise, why would they call the police?"
"Oh my, young people nowadays, the world is really going downhill."
All kinds of unbearable speculations and imaginations, like poisonous thorns, pierced into Lu Liang's ears.
He felt a surge of unholy fire rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. What happened that night was clearly that bitch Ji Wan's fault. How did these gossipy women make it seem like he was having an affair?
Lu Liang couldn't hold it in any longer, and rushed over, growling with a sullen face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Several old men and women were startled by his sudden appearance, and then they saw that it was him, and their faces showed a mixture of contempt and anticipation.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lu?" The curly-haired woman said sarcastically, "What's it to you what we say? We didn't mention anyone by name."
"That's right. If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door." The man in the flowered shirt also joined in.
Lü Liang was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at them and said, "You are slandering me. What happened that night was not what you think it was."
"It's not what we thought. What's going on?" A young man, who had been silent the whole time, stood up. He was the curly-haired woman's son, his phone in hand. "I filmed everything that night."
He opened the photo album on his phone, and on the screen were several photos taken at night. Although a little blurry, he could vaguely make out the background of the hotel corridor, the figure of Lu Liang pulling a woman, and the chaotic scene where the police and medical staff appeared later.
The young man thrust his phone screen in front of Lu Liang, his voice full of sarcasm: "Look. Look for yourself. Hugging and kissing, pulling and tugging. Later, the police were even called. You said you weren't doing anything bad, but who would believe you? I don't think you and that woman are good people."
"You're talking nonsense." Lu Liang looked at the photo and felt his vision go dark, and a fishy and sweet taste rushed up his throat.
He wanted to argue, wanted to scream, but found that all the words were stuck in his chest and he couldn't utter a single word.
Those photos, taken out of context, are damned "real".
The discussions around became louder, filled with contempt and disgust.
"Look, look, I've been caught red-handed."
"It's really embarrassing."
"You're young and don't learn well..."
Lu Liang stood there, feeling the mocking glances from all sides and listening to those heartbreaking words. He felt his head spin. His dignity, the last bit of decency he had left, was completely ripped apart and trampled underfoot.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and his eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment.
Ji Wan, Chi Wenyan, just wait for me. Even if I, Lu Liang, become a ghost, I will never let you go.
Lu Liang stared at the screen of his mobile phone, his chest heaving violently, almost exploding.
The young man's smug face and the contemptuous eyes of his neighbors were like countless sharp knives, piercing him full of holes.
Just when his sanity was about to collapse, his eyes involuntarily fell on the figure of the woman in the photo.
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