She pressed down Madam An's hand with her fan, leaned over, and slowly put her red lips to her ear.
Old Man An, who was lying on the bed opposite her, watched her actions and suddenly came to his senses. He shouted anxiously and excitedly, "Shut up! Get out! Get out right now!"
Tang Xili turned a deaf ear to it, and the slightly warm breath fell on Madam An's ears.
His eyes, as cold as a pond, glanced at Mr. An casually and unrestrainedly.
Provocatively, under his panicked and anxious gaze, she repeated what she had just said to Mrs. An in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Finally, he told her whose child he was.
Mrs. An was shocked at first, then in disbelief. She turned her head to look at Mr. An who was shouting "Shut up" beside her.
She just stared at him blankly for a full ten seconds. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
The sophisticated monitor began to sound an emergency alarm, "Beep, beep, beep—"
The curve was rapidly becoming a straight line, and the alarm sounded like a sharp whine.
"Bang—"
Before Mr. An could press the emergency bell at the bedside, the doctors and nurses rushed in and hurriedly pushed Mrs. An away for emergency treatment.
Tang Xili leaned against the window, leisurely wiping the blood that was sprayed on her cheek by Mrs. An with a wet tissue.
There was no panic at all, nor was there any guilt or remorse for making someone angry to the point of cardiac arrest.
She just watched all this coldly, like an outsider.
It was not until the noise outside the corridor disappeared that he sighed with regret. Why didn't An Baoshan faint with him?
"The old guy is quite hard to kill." She complained and left the ward with a dull look on her face.
Calculating that the police should be arriving soon and she still had two patients to visit, she quickened her pace.
An Qian was listening to the noise outside in the ward. She saw a group of people running over and then pushing a bed back. She got out of bed and walked to the door to look out.
"Grandma?" He exclaimed in surprise when he realized that the person who passed by and was about to be rescued was Mrs. An, and then gritted his teeth.
It was that bitch Tang Xili, she must have done it!
Crazy, completely crazy.
Why haven’t the police come yet?
Seeing Tang Xili entering her second uncle's ward again, An Qian was very anxious.
I really want to rush up, slap that arrogant and brutal bitch hundreds of times, then pin her to the ground and stomp on her, then chop her into meat sauce and feed it to the dogs!
But she only dared to think about it, not to go, after all, she couldn't beat him.
——
Tang Xili quickly came to An Minghui's room.
Without giving him any preparation, he was told that neither of his two children was his biological child and that Qian Meng was having three affairs at the same time.
He also told Qian Meng about Gu Yuqing and An Minghui's secret affair.
An Minghui's expression was as colorful as a palette. He was half-believing and half-doubting that the child was not his, but at the same time he felt guilty because of his relationship with his sister-in-law.
Qian Meng was the same. She denied it guiltily while questioning the relationship between An Minghui and his sister-in-law.
The originally warm and quiet ward suddenly turned into a battlefield of a family ethics drama.
Seeing them arguing fiercely, Tang Xili was very satisfied.
Finally, she came to An Minghe's ward.
An Minghe suffered a moderate concussion and is still in a coma.
The younger generations of the An family all went to school. An Zhixue, An Xianyue and Wang Fan, who were not seriously injured, all went to the company. No family members were accompanying them, and there were only two senior caregivers in the room to take care of them.
Seeing a strange woman rushing in with a bunch of white chrysanthemums, the two nurses were surprised, "Who are you?"
Tang Xili didn't say anything, her cold gaze fixed on An Minghe, who was lying on the hospital bed with a respirator on.
Seeing that he was not awake, she threw the chrysanthemums on the ground in great disappointment, stepped on them several times in annoyance, and then left.
This sick and inexplicable operation left the caregivers confused.
One of them picked up the bouquet and muttered, "Did this person walk into the wrong room?"
When she saw the elegiac couplet with the patient's name on it, she threw the flowers to the ground in shock. "I was so scared! What's wrong with this person? Why would he send such a thing?"
Another guess: "Maybe there's some grudge..."
——
Tang Xili came out of the ward and stood at the elevator with her bodyguards waiting.
Watching the numbers on the screen above the elevator keep jumping up, she began to count down: "3, 2, 1..."
With a soft "ding" sound, the elevator door opened and several uniformed policemen walked out.
They saw several women standing at the elevator entrance. Their clothes and appearance matched the description given by the person who called the police. They looked at each other and came to Tang Xili together.
The leader showed his ID and said, "Hello, I am a police officer from the Xicheng District Public Security Bureau. We received a report..."
Before he could finish, Tang Xili raised her hand to stop him from saying anything further. "I'm the person you're looking for. I'm the victim's stepdaughter. I'm willing to pay compensation and cooperate with the investigation. Let's go."
When the police heard that she was the victim's stepdaughter, and that she had confessed so voluntarily and seemed to be waiting for them here, they were shocked.
So I immediately classified this matter as a family conflict.
When dealing with family conflicts between stepmother and stepdaughter, they usually focus on reconciliation first.
So, a few people took Tang Xili downstairs to find the person involved, Gu Yuqing, to verify the matter.
The group quickly arrived at the outpatient clinic on the first floor.
As he was walking through the hall, a man's voice, mixed with surprise, came from the side in a high-pitched voice, "Tang Xili?"
Tang Xili paused and looked sideways, and saw Chen Zui, dressed in black, walking towards her quickly.
Not far behind him stood a man in white.
His outstanding temperament and superior height make him stand out from the crowd.
He was wearing a black mask, with a few strands of hair scattered casually on his forehead, half covering his pupils.
All I could see was her thin and narrow double eyelids, the slightly raised corners of her eyes, and her long eyelashes, like a silhouette left by the breeze blowing through the treetops, which was particularly beautiful.
Lustrous and translucent agarwood Buddhist beads are wrapped around the delicate wrist bones.
The cold and abstinent feeling of the snow-like and jade-like flowers on the high hills described in the book seemed to have a concrete interpretation at once.
After just three seconds of eye contact, the light bulb in Tang Xili's brain lit up and inspiration suddenly came.
She reached behind her to Bella, "Paper and pen."
Bella immediately pulled a small notebook and a pencil from her bag and handed them to her expertly.
Tang Xili ignored Chen Zui who came over to say hello, and her eyes swept across the hall, walking straight to the empty chair in the corner.
The police and Chen Zui were all confused.
"Why did she leave?" the policeman asked.
Chen Zui replied: "How should I know?"
The police started to chase after them, but were stopped by Bella and Amy at the same time.
They were orthodox foreigners, but they spoke very standard Chinese, neither servile nor overbearing, and were modest and polite. "Mr. Policeman, our lady is working on her art, please don't disturb her."
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