Miss you
Xia Tangyue frowned. Ahua's words contained too much information.
"That guy surnamed Gu used to be the marketing director of Yaoying, but he secretly sold the research and development data to competitors. Unfortunately, there was insufficient evidence and he could not be sent to prison."
"At the time, Zheng was the president of Yaoying in Greater China, and I had a grudge against him because of this incident."
Ah Hua said angrily: "I don't know if he did it this time!"
Xia Tangyue sat down silently, thinking carefully about everything about Gu Jiaping and considering the possibility that he had hired someone to kill someone.
It's not that she favors Gu Jiaping, but the incident that Ah Hua mentioned happened a long time ago, and Wen Zheng has been away from Yaoying for more than a year. If Gu Jiaping really hated Wen Zheng so much, why did he wait until now?
What's more, the last time Gu Jiaping was suspended, he returned after just over a week, which had no actual impact on him at all. This also indirectly shows that someone within the Fu Ren Group has protected him.
Then is it necessary for him to do this?
Although Xia Tangyue felt that the probability that Gu Jiaping was the mastermind behind the incident was not high, she still told the police officer who had just come over the phone about this clue, and the other party said that he would verify it as soon as possible.
"Sister, let me take you back to the ward." Zhuang Chen supported Xia Tangyue and walked slowly: "I have asked for leave from the school. You should take good care of your injuries first. Don't worry about other things. I'm here."
Xia Tangyue nodded weakly. He was too emotional just now and his wound had split open again. At this moment, he even seemed to have the strength to speak. He could only let Zhuang Chen half-support and half-carry him to the ward.
Lying on the bed, the nurse gave her an injection of painkiller.
Zhuang Chen poured her a cup of warm water and asked her to take medicine. "Brother should be fine. Brother Yu's family has connections that can mobilize resources. Someone has already transferred the best surgical expert from the province. The surgical plan was determined overnight."
He said this to Xia Tangyue as well as to himself.
They all hoped that Wen Zheng could escape from the clutches of death.
Xia Tangyue wiped her tears with the back of her hand. When she heard Zhuang Chen mention Duanmu Yu, she remembered that she had not thanked him yet. After all, he and Zhu Shang had been guarding the door of the operating room all night. As friends, this friendship was really deep, and she should say thank you in person no matter what.
Fortunately, I exchanged contact information with them just now at the door of the operating room.
She took out her cell phone and turned to the chat box between Duanmu Yu and Zhu Shang. Her fingertips hovered above the screen for a moment, and finally typed a warm message: "Thank you and Zhu Shang today/Duanmu Yu stayed with us all night. When brother gets better, I will treat you to dinner." Before sending the message, she hesitated and added a warm smiley face emoticon.
The effect of the painkiller took effect quickly, and Xia Tangyue began to feel drowsy. Compared with Wen Zheng, her injuries were not serious. They were just scratches and bruises from the car accident. The most serious one was the cut under her ribs caused by the glass. After seven stitches, she was wrapped in clean gauze.
The doctor said that although the injuries were not fatal, he needed to be hospitalized for a week to avoid infection and to monitor whether there was any hidden internal organ damage. He had to rest absolutely during this period.
After thinking about it, Xia Tangyue sent a message to her family. She didn't want them to worry, so she said she was going on a business trip for a week. Anyway, she was on business trips frequently, so this reason would not easily arouse suspicion.
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During the few days of recuperation in the hospital, Xia Tangyue felt relatively comfortable with Zhuang Chen's help in taking care of her, but she was always worried about Wen Zheng's injuries.
He has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Although he is still unconscious, Xia Tangyue can finally sit by his bed and watch over him closely.
She gently held his bandaged hand, which felt cold. The warm brother Xiong no longer had the warmth he once had.
"Brother, can you please wake up soon?" Her voice trembled as her fingertips stroked his scabbed brow bone. The scars left in the car accident seemed to pierce her heart at this moment.
She kept telling him about the little things that happened around her, such as: Zhuang Chen burned his tongue while drinking porridge; the nurse was very accurate when changing the IV, and it didn't hurt at all; a small flower bloomed in the potted plant at the end of the corridor...
She took the time to break down every little detail and explain it to him. The lines on the monitor rose and fell steadily, and the ticking sound was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
She lay on Wen Zheng's side, rubbing against him gently, like a kitten seeking warmth, her hair scattered in his palm, as if she could pass on her warmth to him in this way.
After staying in the hospital for half a month, Xia Tangyue was finally able to be discharged.
The police officer reported that Gu Jiaping was not a suspect in the crime. He was on a business trip at the time of the incident and there were no unusual financial transactions in his accounts.
This also fits Xia Tangyue's guess.
The car accident case came to a standstill and reached a deadlock. Although Xia Tangyue was anxious, he had no way to deal with such a result.
She returned to the art gallery. The exhibition of "Rebecca" was still in full swing. The crystal chandeliers cut the exhibition hall into diamond-shaped spots of light and dark. The audience held up their mobile phones to take pictures of the paintings on the wall and whispered about the fluorescent paint flowing on the butterfly wings.
Xia Tangyue returned to the office in a depressed mood.
There were piles of documents on the table that needed her review, but she was in no mood at all. Thinking of Wen Zheng who was still unconscious, her heart felt like it was being grasped by an invisible hand, and dull pain spread in waves.
The expert invited by Duanmu Yu said that Wen Zheng's condition was now stable, his vital signs were stable, and he had a high chance of waking up. But half a month later, he was still sleeping soundly.
Xiaoyu knocked on the door gently and handed over a cup of coffee.
"Director? You look terrible today. Are you too tired from the business trip?"
Xia Tangyue told others that he was on a business trip, and no one in the museum knew about the car accident except Ahua.
She was silent, picked up the coffee and took a sip, forcing herself to cheer up. Xiaoyu continued, "Director, some time ago you asked me to help you connect with the business of Furen Group. Yesterday, the investment department sent an email saying that your new exhibition plan has been approved."
Passed?
Xia Tangyue was a little surprised.
She thought Gu Jiaping would deliberately block her from passing the plan, and she was planning to find another investor.
With the investment and endorsement of FuRen Group, preparations for the new exhibition can begin.
But Xia Tangyue was very depressed, and her mind was full of Wen Zheng, and she had no intention of thinking about curating. The wound under her ribs had not yet fully healed, and she would occasionally feel a dull pain, but she was unaware of it, and just mechanically scrolled through short videos to distract herself and make herself less painful.
Suddenly, a piece of news about Yaoying came into view.
Xia Tangyue was not interested in these financial news. It was only because Wen Zheng was the president of Yaoying in Greater China that she clicked on the push notifications.
The title clearly reads "Yaoying China's strategic reorganization: major senior personnel adjustments."
She casually pulled a few words, and the content roughly said that due to the increasing market turbulence, in order to integrate resources to cope with the competition, Li Cang, chairman of LUMINOVA Group, would concurrently serve as president of Greater China.
Xia Tangyue continued to scroll down, and all he saw were gossips about the LUMINOVA Group.
What about LUMINOVA selling a chemical plant, how Li Cang abandoned his wife and children, and how the prince met an internet celebrity at night... It was all a mess. Xia Tangyue left immediately, washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, and then came back, forcing himself to start working.
In the evening, she looked at the time. It was already time to get off work and the art museum was closed. She got up and drove to the hospital, intending to see Wen Zheng before going home.
When she took the elevator to the corridor, she ran into a man in a wheelchair.
He had gray hair and looked about 60 years old. He wore a dark gray shirt with good texture. His eyebrows were full of wrinkles, but he couldn't hide the sharpness of his eyes. A man in a suit was pushing him. The two looked like a master and servant.
Xia Tangyue took another curious look and happened to meet the eyes of the old man in the wheelchair.
Instantly separate.
She continued walking towards Wen Zheng's ward.
Eh? Wait.
She turned around suddenly and found that the old man in the wheelchair had already entered the elevator.
This person looked like Li Cang, the chairman of LUMINOVA Group, whom she had just seen on the news.
Was she dazzled? How could such a big shot appear here?
Xia Tangyue shook his head and didn't take it seriously. He pushed open the door of the ward and unexpectedly found that the comatose Wen Zheng had woken up!
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