"Sorry, no comment." Wei Qiao's expression improved slightly. He glanced at the bodyguards behind Si Mingyu to dismiss them, but he didn't intend to tell Si Mingyu about the hospital where Shen Zhi Qiu was. He didn't want to bother the young lady with another person.
Si Mingyu pursed his lips, glanced at Gu Qingyan on the ground, and even though he didn't want to talk to him, he couldn't let the Rong family get into trouble. So he said in a low voice, "If someone dies, although the Rong family is powerful in the capital, the Gu family is still a prominent and wealthy family..."
Wei Qiao laughed, "You've probably misunderstood. President Rong doesn't have any blood on his hands. He just told me to detain him before he left. I was just so angry that I beat him up."
Si Mingyu nodded. Then he could hit him however he wanted, as long as no one died. He was also angry at Gu Qingyan's actions and figured he would really have to suffer a bit before he would truly come to his senses.
Seeing that the wound on Si Mingyu's hand, which had just been treated, had reopened, Wei Qiao gave Si Mingyu a meaningful look, but Si Mingyu only glanced at it before putting his hand down. "It's alright, thank you for your hard work here."
Having said that, he didn't even glance at Gu Qingyan and strode towards the door.
"Lock him up," Wei Qiao said to the bodyguards standing guard in the living room, tossing aside his golf club.
The two bodyguards in the lead immediately stepped forward and pulled Gu Qingyan up. Gu Qingyan's mind was completely blank at this moment. He felt pain in every bone in his body and couldn't help but groan.
"Brother Wei, where should we lock him up?" the bodyguard asked.
Wei Qiao thought for a moment, and was about to suggest locking the person in the storage room on the first floor, when she heard the butler say, "There is an abandoned stable on the edge of the villa garden. It used to be filled with some junk, but it has been cleared out now. You can lock the person up there."
“Okay.” Wei Qiao agreed without hesitation. “It’s indeed a good place. I hadn’t thought of it before. Thanks, Uncle Li.” Then he called to the bodyguards, “Follow me.”
Gu Qingyan was dragged to the stable door.
Wei Qiao looked at the simple, drafty stable with a satisfied expression, opened the bars, and ordered, "Throw it in."
Seeing the height of the fence, Wei Qiao worried that Gu Qingyan might escape, so she instructed the bodyguard at the front, "Go find an iron chain and lock his legs to the pillar. In this cold weather, you don't need to stay here guarding him. Let him reflect on his actions in this freezing environment!"
"Brother Wei." The head bodyguard glanced worriedly at Gu Qingyan, who remained motionless, and whispered, "Since President Rong's only intention is to detain him, beating him and locking him up in this cold, smelly place... what if President Rong blames us..."
"I'll hold the sky up even if it falls, what are you afraid of?!" With a single glance from Wei Qiao, the bodyguard immediately shut up and went out to find the iron chains.
Wei Qiao stepped forward and kicked Gu Qingyan a few times. Seeing that he didn't have much of a reaction, only some weak groans, she noticed that he was not reacting much.
"Go and call the medical staff who examined Si Mingyu earlier to come and check on him. Don't let him die," Wei Qiao said to Xiao Lei. "After the medical staff leaves, put the chains on him. But one thing: if the doctor treats him, he is not allowed to give him painkillers or any pain-relieving injections. Do you understand?!"
Xiao Lei was walking towards the living room when he heard Wei Qiao's nod. He immediately nodded in understanding and replied, "Don't worry, Brother Wei, I know what I'm doing."
After standing in the cold wind for only a short while, Wei Qiao felt the cold wind desperately trying to penetrate his clothes. He glanced at Gu Qingyan and saw him shrink his body with a sliver of consciousness.
“Give him a thin blanket,” Wei Qiao said coldly, “but it can’t weigh more than 3 jin. That will ensure Gu Qingyan doesn’t freeze to death, but it will definitely not keep him warm.”
The bodyguard standing to the side couldn't help but twitch his lips. When it comes to tormenting people, Wei Qiao is the best. He even considered things like the exact weight of the cotton in the quilt, as if afraid the bodyguard wouldn't understand his meaning, and gave him a thick quilt.
After giving his instructions, Wei Qiao left the scene immediately.
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At the hospital.
"...The wound on her arm needs cleaning and suturing, which isn't a major problem. But the mother's condition is very bad; her emotional fluctuations have disrupted her hormonal balance, and weak uterine contractions have caused severe bleeding..."
The doctor had already returned to the operating room after explaining the situation, but his words were like a bolt from the blue, making the two men at the door anxious and unable to relax for a moment.
Rong Mo paced back and forth, his face extremely grim.
He tried to suppress his inner panic and pain. He couldn't stop, as if he would feel suffocated if he stopped. He could only stare intently in the direction of the operating room.
Lu Jia sat expressionlessly on the cold chair, his hands clasped together. His knuckles were white from the excessive force, and his nails dug into his flesh, yet he felt no pain.
His mind was filled with what the doctor had just said.
Just then, Rong Hong, who was on a business trip abroad, called.
Rong Mo answered the phone with trembling lips.
“Rong Mo, why isn’t Zhi Qiu answering her phone? I’ve called her several times. Is she out with Lu Jia and didn’t bring her phone? I brought her a lot of gifts. I’m at the duty-free shop at the airport right now. I saw a lot of young girls buying bags. I was thinking of asking her what color she likes so Dad can buy her a few more.” Rong Hong’s voice was very cheerful. He had been away for too long and was eager to go back and see his child.
“Dad.” Rong Mo choked up as soon as he opened his mouth. His whole body was tense, his breath caught in his throat, and his lips trembled involuntarily.
"What's wrong?" Rong Hong noticed something was off about Rong Mo's voice. He knew his son's personality all too well; he would never lose his composure like this unless it was something serious. He suddenly asked in a panic, "Has something happened to your sister?"
Seeing that Rong Mo didn't answer, Rong Hong became anxious, stopped in his tracks, and asked impatiently, "Hurry up and tell me! You're driving your father crazy with worry!"
Rong Mo took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner panic, and tried to keep his tone calm. "It's nothing, Dad. It's just that Zhi Qiu's due date is approaching. I've never been through this before, so I'm a little worried."
"What? What happened? Is Zhi Qiu alright?" Rong Hong asked anxiously.
"It's alright, Dad. The doctor just came out and said the situation is stable, so we shouldn't worry. You'll be able to see your grandchildren when you get back." Rong Mo lied, covering his face in pain, and then continued, "Dad, I'll talk to you later, Zhi Qiu is almost ready to come out."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Rong Hong exclaimed excitedly, "I'll be right back! Wait for me! Right away!"
Suddenly, the operating room door opened.
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