"Who is this?" Qin Anyu asked with an unfriendly expression, looking at Jiang Cheng who was pushing Song Yuwei.
“My husband,” Song Yuwei answered calmly, feeling there was nothing to be afraid of.
There was even a hint of smugness in her eyes. That scumbag! He cheated on the original owner back then, he probably never imagined that she would later find a super handsome guy with an insanely good face to marry.
"Song Yuwei, what you're saying is getting more and more outrageous. Listen to what you're saying; you don't even believe it yourself, do you?"
Qin Anyu scoffed and withdrew her gaze from the man. With his looks, height, and appearance, was a woman like her even a chance to get close to him?
Besides, how could he possibly like someone who can't even walk? So he was certain she was just talking nonsense to spite him.
Who knows, this person might be one of her relatives' children, or a kind friend or classmate who just took her out for a stroll.
There's no way he could be her husband. How dare she claim that he's her husband? She's utterly shameless.
I haven't seen her these past few days, and I never imagined her skin was thicker than a city wall.
"What's wrong? You don't believe me? I know you definitely won't believe me. After all, how could a stupid groundhog like you with such low understanding and narrow-mindedness understand people like us?"
Song Yuwei shrugged and sneered sarcastically.
After she finished speaking, Jiang Cheng behind her thought for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Wife, how could you use him to insult a groundhog? Groundhogs are so cute, how could someone like him be worthy of them?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yuwei covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.
Damn it! It still has to be her husband!
Qin Anyu's face darkened in an instant.
He stared at Jiang Cheng in shock, unsure if he had just been hallucinating.
How is this possible? He actually called Song Yuwei his wife!
Qin Anyu: "What did you just call her?"
Jiang Cheng looked at him with disdain, as if he found it strange. "Wife, is that so odd? She's my lawfully wedded wife."
Qin Anyu felt like he was about to crack open. He twitched his lips, very unhappy.
"Are you two teaming up to annoy me? I know you're definitely not her husband. Her husband is probably either missing an arm or a leg, or he's out of his mind. How could it be you? You're just trying to please her to annoy me."
Qin Anyu thought for a long time and felt that this was the only reason that could convince himself.
But he actually thought this reason was absolutely correct.
"You're really good at making things up."
Jiang Cheng left with those words, too lazy to argue with him anymore, and pushed Song Yuwei directly into the hospital.
Seeing this, Qin Anyu hurriedly followed, "Are you going to the hospital? Are you sick or is she sick?"
Song Yuwei rolled her eyes speechlessly. She was quite calm about what happened at her company, but to suddenly run into her ex-boyfriend at this time, especially since he was such a shameless scumbag who kept asking her what she was doing at the hospital, was just too much to bear.
"You fucking come to the hospital to get treatment for your illness. I'm not a doctor and can't cure your mental disability. Don't follow me around!"
After Song Yuwei finished speaking, Jiang Cheng seemed to understand what she meant, and suddenly sped up, leaving Qin Anyu, who was still stunned, completely forgotten.
The two people went to the hospital and went to the emergency department. The operating room light was still on, and there were many people gathered at the entrance of the operating room.
They said it was the artist's family or friends.
Moreover, they seemed to have ill intentions.
"You're the owner of that company, right?"
The leading man looked at Song Yuwei and asked, "I've heard that the company's owner is disabled."
"I am the person in charge of this company. May I ask what all of you are doing here?"
Song Yuwei couldn't help but feel curious. These people didn't seem to be there to care about the artist's injuries at all; instead, they seemed to be there to fight and cause trouble.
"Heh!" The leading man shrugged. "Since you're all here, how could you not know what's going on? Don't play dumb with us!"
Tell me, how do you plan to compensate us? My brother signed a contract with you and clearly stated that because of his special circumstances, he hoped you would provide him with a car and find him a reliable driver. But what kind of driver did you find for him?
He can't even drive! He messed up my brother's car on his first day of driving, it's all his fault! And the worst part is, he ran away!
This person appeared emotional, but what he said was extremely clear and logical.
Song Yuwei paused, then asked, "There are still no results, he's still in critical condition, and we don't know what his condition is. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to ask for compensation so quickly?"
The man was indeed taken aback, but he quickly found a reason: "This guy is in such a serious condition, and they've been trying to save him for half a day. Is there any chance my brother will survive?"
He's probably long gone. They'd probably just pull out a corpse or a useless piece of trash. If he's dead, that's fine, death is the end of it. But what if he's not dead? If he becomes a useless piece of trash like you, and we don't have your resources, how am I supposed to give my brother a good life? Won't his future be ruined?"
Song Yuwei pressed her throbbing temples. She used to know that if you wanted to find a reliable person, you should first look at their character, personality, and values before deciding whether to cooperate.
But she forgot that she didn't know this person's specific social background. If she had known this before, she wouldn't have encountered this problem. If she had investigated the kind of friends this artist had behind the scenes earlier, she would never have signed him!
Song Yuwei took a deep breath; the man in front of her looked as if he wanted to devour her.
She calmed herself down and then said to him, "There's no point in arguing here now. We should go to court and let the law decide whose fault it is!"
Instead of wasting time arguing back and forth, and because a hospital isn't really a suitable place for fighting, didn't you see the other patients were resting while you were shouting so loudly?
The man pursed his lips; he was beginning to think that this woman was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.
While I was pondering this, another man next to me suddenly spoke up: "Boss, I see you do have your own ideas. So, whose responsibility do you think this is? Do you think it's your responsibility, or that employee's? Or is it our responsibility?"
The man looked thin, had a smiling face, and spoke very politely.
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