Xihe curled his lips and thought to himself that this was really funny.
She stood up and walked straight to the third row of the bookshelf and pulled out a book. Father Wen suddenly became anxious: "What are you doing?" and rushed forward to grab the book.
Xihe turned around and dodged: "Why are you so anxious to take my own things?"
A thick book with a brown cover and a golden key embedded in the middle.
Xihe took it out and held it in front of her eyes. In the setting sun, her fingertips painted with red paint hooked on the golden key looked particularly slender and white. She curled her lips, put it in her coat pocket, and threw the book on the table with a "bang" sound.
She said to the stunned father Wen, "Don't bother taking it, my daughter has already found it."
Father Wen's face darkened instantly: "Wen Sheng!"
"do what?"
Xihe tilted her head, her gaze falling on his constantly rising and falling chest, and suddenly said, "Brother should be in the first year of high school this year, right? I heard his grades are good? Well, as his elder sister, I haven't had time to wish him well yet, so... I wish him a happy high school life."
In the face of Wen's father's suddenly widened gaze, she smiled sweetly, turned around and left gracefully.
-
The car door opened with a click, and Cheng Die hurriedly hid her phone behind her.
Xihe glanced at him, closed the car door, started the engine, turned, and the car rushed out of Wutong Lane in an instant. Cheng Die grabbed the seat belt and said, "Where are you going? I, I'm telling you, I called the police. If you dare to do anything bad, the police will never let you go."
The car turned and merged into the traffic flow. Xihe stared at the front and said "Oh" lightly.
Cheng Die: “…”
At night, neon lights flicker on the streets and people have relaxed smiles on their faces.
The car drove through the streets and finally stopped at the municipal hospital. Xihe got out of the car. Cheng Die quickly unbuckled her seat belt and followed. The two went directly to the VIP ward on the third floor. As soon as they walked into the corridor, they saw a rural woman feeding her child at the door. There was a five or six-year-old boy with a snotty nose next to her.
People were coming and going around them. The three of them were wearing worn-out short-sleeved shirts and plastic sandals that cost only a few dollars. Sweat was sticky on their faces.
Cheng Die was confused and poked Xi He's arm: "Why are you here?"
Xihe didn't answer her, but walked over and said, "Hello, are you Zhang Dahai's wife?"
The woman subconsciously looked up, and suddenly two glamorous women appeared in front of her. She was instantly at a loss and stood up hurriedly: "I, I am, may I ask who you are?"
Xihe stretched out his hand: "My last name is Wen, and I was the one who transferred Zhang Dahai to the VIP ward."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her face was full of gratitude when she came to her senses. She almost cried: "It turned out to be you. Thank you, thank you. If it wasn't you..." She covered her mouth, and was so excited that she didn't know what to say.
The two children were at a loss when they saw their mother crying, and quickly hugged her thighs and called "Mom, Mom".
Xihe smiled and said, "Let's eat first. After that, I have something I want to discuss with you."
The woman hurriedly said, "No, no," and at Xihe's insistence, she had no choice but to hurriedly feed the child. Then she looked at Xihe nervously. Xihe didn't keep her in suspense. After knowing that she could read, she opened her handbag and handed her a document: "Take a look first."
The woman was confused: "Miss Wen, what is this?"
Xihe motioned for her to take a look first. When she had finished, he handed her another document: "As long as you agree, this will be Cheng's compensation to you."
The woman clutched the document tightly, her fingers gradually turning white, and her head was slightly lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.
Xi He didn't care and simply said, "The first document indicated that there was no problem with the document issued by the Cheng Group at the beginning. It was the people below who wanted kickbacks and maliciously framed you, using inferior construction materials as substitutes for good ones. This is what happened later and caused your husband to be injured in this accident."
"Jiang Lan, your husband's innocent injury was something we never expected, but Mr. Cheng did take all aspects of safety into consideration from the beginning. It's just that people's hearts are unpredictable."
"So, I hope you can appear as my witness in court in a few days."
"Of course, whether you agree or not, I will pay for your husband's medical expenses and help your child finish college, but I still hope you can help me... Jiang Lan."
"Cheng Que is my fiancé, and I love him very much."
His eyes turned red at the end.
Jiang Lan couldn't help but hold her hand: "Miss Wen..."
Xihe held her hand in return, tears streaming down her face. "Jiang Lan, can you help me?"
Jiang Lan nodded subconsciously: "Okay! Miss Wen, I promise you!"
…
After leaving the hospital, Cheng Die kept staring at Xihe.
At this moment, the woman has changed her appearance. Her eyes are firm, her lips are rosy, and she gives people a sense of decisiveness. It is impossible to imagine that she was crying so miserably just a few minutes ago, as if her husband was really going to go to jail... Bah, her brother will never go to jail!
Cheng Die couldn't help but ask, "Is what you just said true?"
Xihe spun the steering wheel: "What's true?"
Cheng Die hesitated: "You said you love my brother very much... is that true?"
He stared at her suspiciously. Why was she so unconvinced? Was she really into her brother, holding hands, shopping, and flirting with other men? And was he just taking it for granted when they saw him?
Xihe nodded: "Of course it's true, otherwise why would I bother saving him?"
Cheng Die: “…”
Doesn’t that make sense?
Xihe turned his head and looked at her, a smile flashed in his eyes, silly!
However, Cheng Que had actually thought of that document in his previous life, but at that time the document had been sold to a rival company by the original owner, and the computer traces were deleted. Those people even used the relatives of the victims to instruct them to make a scene downstairs of the Cheng Group. With public opinion and various evidences, Cheng Que was helpless in prison.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com