"Assistant Pei, what does this mean?" she questioned.
“Madam, this was all arranged by Master Fu. If anything happens to him, Tiansheng will follow your arrangements.”
The lawyer held up the document, which, apart from not being titled "Will," contained only instructions for his final affairs, and spoke formally about it.
Song Xingyao was furious.
"What do you mean by this? He's not even dead yet, and you're already busy dealing with Tiansheng's affairs? The doctor said he'll wake up! What are you doing?!"
She shouted at the two people in front of her.
A few nurses who happened to be passing by glanced in this direction and were immediately pulled away.
Pei Jing had never seen Song Xingyao like this before, and he forced himself to explain, "This is all Master Fu's idea, Madam..."
Song Xingyao glared at him coldly. "Get lost. I told you, a will only takes effect after someone dies. Did he arrange it in advance? Am I obligated to listen to him? Unless he gets out of his hospital bed right now and tells me himself."
She crumpled the documents in her hand into a ball and threw it in front of the two of them.
The two left the hospital somewhat reluctantly.
Marketing headlines appeared in the afternoon.
#Is the suspected will of Tiansheng CEO Fu Siming exposed?
#Did Fu Siming die in a fire or accident?
#Where will leading company Tiansheng go from here?
#Jiangcheng Commercial Market May Undergo Major Reshuffle
...
Numerous trending topics appeared on Weibo.
Sun Jiming naturally saw it too, according to a message from the hospital.
Indeed, Song Xingyao was very angry in the afternoon.
It seems that Fu Siming is really going to die.
Even the expert medical team that used to live and work with the hospital has left.
Looking at these messages, Sun Jiming, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but smile.
The small bottle of liquor I was using to celebrate the victory didn't feel so spicy anymore; it became refreshing and palatable.
Looks like I should go check on this stubborn friend.
The whole world knows that Fu Siming is nearing his end.
Sun Jiming naturally didn't need to hide it, so he came to the hospital to see him in a grand manner, even bringing a lot of expensive tonics.
Perhaps his life was not long, because Sun Jiming had originally thought that the ward would be heavily guarded, but there was no one stationed there.
Only Song Xingyao, along with her child and a few caregivers, stayed outside the room with her.
Sun Jiming walked up to Song Xingyao and said, "Mrs. Fu, please accept my condolences. I feel very sorry for what happened to you. It would be a great loss for Jiangcheng if it lost a talent like President Fu."
There was no sign of condolence in his words; they were full of curses.
She ignored his polite words. "Minister Sun's visit doesn't seem like a visit to offer condolences, but rather like he's here to watch the spectacle. The doctor hasn't even announced my husband's death yet, but Minister Sun seems to know something, constantly saying 'please accept my condolences' and 'what a loss'."
She didn't hide her hostile gaze, but the hospital was a public place after all, and it wasn't good to make too much of a scene.
Seeing that she was still sharp-tongued, he was inwardly displeased, but outwardly he still pretended to be a genius who had been envied by heaven. "I deeply sympathize with Mrs. Fu's plight. If there is anything I can help you with in the future, after all, I have cooperated with President Fu before, and I will do my best..."
"Get out!" She stood up, shielding Fu Xunzhi behind her, and leaned close to Sun Jiming to speak.
Instead of getting angry, Sun Jiming smiled and raised his lips, not taking her words to heart.
He waved to the people following behind him to take the things they were carrying into the private lounge.
I disinfected myself, put on a sterile gown, and went inside.
Fu Siming lay on the bed, his body almost entirely wrapped in bandages.
Only half of his face was visible, with a ventilator inserted.
He looked so badly injured he was practically half-dead.
Sun Jiming glanced at the instruments in the ward, and seeing the steady monitoring lines, a smile crept onto his face beneath his mask.
He gently turned the oxygen inlet tube with his hand.
The lines on the machine immediately began to ripple.
He let go and slowly opened his mouth.
"Mr. Fu, what good does it do you to go to so much trouble to oppose me? Now you're lying in a hospital bed, with your wife and son watching over you outside every day."
The person in bed naturally didn't react at all.
Sun Jiming spoke up to himself, "If you ask me, if you had cooperated with me back then, it would have been a powerful alliance, and this wouldn't have happened. So what if Tiansheng won the bid? Without you, I think Tiansheng is now in complete chaos, like a headless fly."
"The villa in the western suburbs, that was your doing too, wasn't it? And the orphanage scandal, that was your doing too, wasn't it? But what's the big deal? I'm perfectly clean. Who can trace it back to me? What a pity. I even thought you were smart."
He reached out and forcefully pinched the oxygen inlet tube, watching the man on the hospital bed struggle helplessly. It felt so good.
The life and death of Fu Siming, the dignified president of Tiansheng, were so easily in his own hands.
He looked down at the man on the bed, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.
“If you hadn’t pressed me for details, I don’t think anyone would have dared to pin these things on me.”
He took a syringe from his sleeve.
With their backs to the outside, they couldn't see what was being said inside.
Sun Jiming expelled the air, and the transparent liquid seeped from the needle hole and dripped onto the ground. Then he inserted the needle into the indwelling needle on the back of his hand.
The medicine was slowly pushed in.
The next second, the person at the door suddenly burst in.
Sun Jiming didn't even have time to stop what he was doing.
Song Xingyao looked in the direction of the two of them with shocked eyes. Sun Jiming hurriedly turned around, but did not notice that the man behind him had already quickly pulled out the needle from his hand and sat up.
A weak, barely audible voice came through, "Sun Jiming, I've disappointed you."
Song Xingyao originally thought he wouldn't be so bold as to make a move in the hospital, but what shocked her even more was that Fu Siming had woken up!
She rushed between the two men, and by the time Sun Jiming reacted, a group of police officers had already poured into the room.
"You fucking lied to me?"
"Cough... You're too confident. You've delivered yourself to our doorstep. If you have anything else to say, go tell the police."
After he finished speaking, a policeman stepped forward and said, "Minister Sun, please come with us."
Only two people remained in the room, facing each other. Song Xingyao was still in a daze, staring at the man in front of her without blinking.
"Song Xingyao? Don't you recognize me?"
Her face was filled with shock and disbelief. Pei Jing and the others had just come with a lawyer to explain Fu Siming's funeral arrangements to her.
Then the man woke up...
"Fu Siming," she called out her name calmly, "you lied to me again."
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and Fu Siming could barely wrap his arm around her.
But it only hung loosely on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Song Xingyao, I lied to you."
The bandages on his body restricted his movements. Song Xingyao raised her hand to hit him, but seeing that he was covered in bandages, she had nowhere to strike. She could only push him away and stand up.
She turned her back to him and walked out.
Fu Siming let out a cry of pain.
Song Xingyao looked up and saw Pei Jing standing at the door. Pei Jing felt guilty, lowered his head, and went out to close the door.
A weak male voice came from behind: "Song Xingyao, I can't catch up with you now."
Song Xingyao turned around crying, "Fu Siming, you're a big liar!"
He then ran out of the ward.
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