In the snow-white ward, a person whose head was completely wrapped in bandages and whose face was no longer recognizable lay on the hospital bed. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, he would probably be mistaken for a dead person.
Zhou Anguo sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped on his knees, leaning forward, his head slightly drooping, the wisps of hair obscuring his expression. Anyone who saw him would have thought he was a pitiful old father worried about his daughter. However, the expression hidden in the darkness was the opposite; he was both worried and happy, but without a trace of regret.
Lu Xuewei was very obedient to her, but as time went on, Lu Xuewei's arrogant and conceited personality gradually emerged. She was bossy and domineering towards her biological father, while her heart was only for her lover, Ji Fengzhu.
Considering how cruel he was to his mother and brother who raised and loved him, Zhou Anguo had no choice but to make more plans for himself.
After what happened with Lü Wuyou, Zhou Anguo realized that it was better to rely on himself than on outsiders. His daughter controlled the group, so why would it be as convenient as him? He had already had someone forge a transfer document. As long as Lü Xuewei died, he, her biological father, would be the biggest beneficiary, and no one could find fault with that.
Having tasted power, how could someone willingly relinquish it?
He deliberately withheld the wages of those palace servants to incite them to cause trouble, so he could take advantage of the chaos. The person he bribed was very tight-lipped, and he had leverage over him, so he would never dare to leak the secret.
Old ginger is spicier; how could a young girl like Lü Xuewei possibly outmaneuver a seasoned veteran like him? Zhou Anguo was smug, completely forgetting that a part of his plan had gone wrong.
Although Lü Xuewei was seriously injured, her life was not in danger, which shows how strong this woman's vitality is.
Two days later, Lü Xuewei woke up. She was naturally beautiful, so how could she accept the fact that she was disfigured? However, the unbearable pain on her face constantly reminded her of her imperfection.
He wanted to scream, to smash, to hit people, but his broken body couldn't do any of it; even moving was so difficult. To lose his once-proud looks in the prime of his youth, to lie in bed like a cripple—this was undoubtedly the greatest punishment.
"Xuewei, take good care of yourself. There will always be a way." Ji Fengzhu rushed over as soon as he knew that Lü Xuewei was in trouble, but when he saw her face, which was covered up so badly that her original features were unrecognizable, he couldn't help but feel fear and even a hint of disgust.
Ji Fengzhu lowered his brows slightly, his voice gentle and soothing, but the fact that he refused to look at her no matter what made Lü Xuewei realize that he was avoiding her.
"Brother Fengzhu, look at me! Why won't you look at me? Don't you love me anymore?" Lü Xuewei raised her hand, which was bandaged up like a rice dumpling, her words fierce and her eyes filled with resentment.
I've been so good to you, yet you couldn't even glance at me when I was at my lowest point. Is this what you call love? You scumbag!
Looking at the thing in front of him, which he couldn't even call a hand, Ji Fengzhu involuntarily took two steps back, afraid of being grabbed. The fear on his face was seen by Lü Xuewei, who saw a hint of hurt in her eyes, but more so resentment.
"You're afraid of me? You're actually afraid of me? I've been so good to you, even sharing the Lu family's interests with you, and this is how you treat me? Ji Fengzhu, do you still have a heart?"
Hysterical people always look particularly ugly, let alone Lü Xuewei in her current state. If she were the way she used to be, she might have been able to evoke sympathy and guilt in others, but now all that remains is fear.
"I...I'm sorry, Xuewei, I just can't accept it right now. You should take care of yourself first, and I'll come to see you again in a while." Ji Fengzhu hesitated, then turned and strode away, as if a ghost was chasing him.
"Xuewei, don't be sad. No matter what, Dad will always be by your side. No matter what you become, you will always be my most beloved daughter." Zhou Enguo held a bowl of chicken soup in his hands. The father's careful gestures and expressions, along with his daughter's face, demeanor, and actions, all spoke of his love for her. This gave Lü Xuewei, who was very sensitive, a little comfort.
"Dad..." Lü Xuewei choked up, feeling a pang of guilt. Her father had been so good to her, yet she was still suspicious of him, even considering kicking him out of the company sometime soon—it was truly wrong of her.
“You don’t need to say anything, Dad understands.” Zhou Anguo smiled as he fed his daughter the chicken soup, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze in March.
Squeak—A pair of people in police uniforms suddenly burst into this heartwarming scene, disrupting its harmony and adding a touch of everyday life.
"Hello, we are the police from Pingyang City. We received a report that someone is plotting murder here for financial gain, and we are here to investigate. Please cooperate, Mr. Zhou Anguo." The middle-aged policeman smiled and was very approachable.
Murder for money? Something flashed through Lü Xuewei's mind, and she unconsciously looked at Zhou Anguo beside her. His face still had a perfect, gentle smile, and he seemed to have no flaws, but she couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Despite Zhou Anguo's calm demeanor, his heart was pounding in his throat. He had done it flawlessly; how could anyone have discovered it? It must have been just a coincidence.
"Hello, officer, can you tell me whose money my father was after and whose life he was trying to take?" Lu Xuewei's voice was weak, but her eyes were unusually bright, as if they were burning with fire.
The middle-aged policeman looked at Lü Xuewei with sympathy. "We shouldn't reveal this information normally, but it's related to Ms. Lü, so I'll just let you know."
Intelligent people never need to say much. Lu Xuewei's eyes widened, and a thick hatred quickly welled up in them. A murderous intent emanated from her. If her physical condition allowed, she would probably pounce on him and strangle Zhou Anguo.
"It was you...it was you who killed me..." Her voice rose three octaves, becoming increasingly sharp and piercing. Lu Xuewei's body trembled slightly, her fists clenched tightly, her teeth grinding together, and her eyes began to turn red.
"No, it wasn't me. Xuewei, you are my daughter, how could I harm you? This must be a misunderstanding." Zhou Anguo was panicked and looked completely innocent.
"It must be you! You're a dirty, despicable, and shameless man. You're a gigolo, you've switched children, you've even killed your wife. What else can't you do? Officers, it must be him who killed me! You must help me!" Lu Xuewei felt a surge of anger rush to her head, and the words came out without thinking, like a flood that had been released and was unstoppable.
Zhou Anguo's face turned ashen, then utterly dejected. It was all over. This stupid woman had really gotten herself killed. He should have just killed her completely.
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