CEO's office.

The man sat on a large black leather sofa with a laptop on the table in front of him.

He glanced at the cigarette box and lighter on the table, and Qi Jin immediately handed him a cigarette and lit it.

The man's sharp and handsome face seemed a little softer in the misty smoke, and his eyes staring at the computer screen were deep and stern.

A surveillance video was playing on the computer.

In the dim underground garage, a middle-aged man in work clothes appeared from the screen, holding a toolbox in his hand. After standing there for two seconds, he walked straight towards the light purple McLaren without hesitation.

Ling Che's eyes flashed. The man in the picture stood in front of the sports car and raised his head, staring at the direction of the surveillance camera.

The man's face appeared clearly in the picture.

The middle-aged man, about forty years old, had an unfamiliar face and was Chinese.

Then the man pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed the black muzzle at the surveillance camera.

With a "click", the surveillance went off.

The screen on the computer disappeared.

Ling Che bit his cigarette and stared at the dark screen.

There were so many cars in the underground garage, and this man went for Qiao Ruyi's car.

"Mr. Ling, this man is called Guo Tian, ​​and he's a car mechanic."

Qi Jin stood nearby and said, "After tampering with the young lady's car, he disappeared completely."

Car mechanic?

Ling Che looked at Qi Jin, who took out a bullet shell and handed it to him.

"This is the bullet casing he used to knock out the surveillance camera. I checked it, it's a normal bullet."

Ling Che picked up the shell with his fingertips and took a look at it in front of his eyes. It was indeed an ordinary shell.

A car mechanic actually carried a gun with him.

Where did he get this gun?

He held the bullet in his palm and said, "Send someone to find him. If he's alive, lock him up. If he's dead, feed him to the dogs."

"Yes."

Just then, Qi Jin's cell phone rang.

He responded briefly, then told Ling Che, "Young Master Ling, this is Director Song calling. They say the person who hit Young Master Song is sober now. They can take him away now and send him back tomorrow morning."

Ling Che put out the burning cigarette in the crystal ashtray, "Now that you're sober, spit out what you need to."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door.

Before Ling Che could reply, the door was pushed open a crack, and a head poked in.

"Boss Ling, can I come in?"

Qiao Ruyi stood at the door, half of her face exposed. She searched the office before she saw the man on the sofa.

Ling Che closed the computer and looked at the head that popped in, his eyes raised, "What do you think?"

Qiao Ruyi pushed the door open and saw that Qi Jin was also inside.

Qi Jin tactfully called out, "Young Madam," and then went out with the computer.

"What are you talking about?" Qiao Ruyi asked with a smile.

"It's not important." Ling Che waved at her.

Qiao Ruyi walked over in a good mood and sat next to him.

Ling Che ruffled her hair, played with it, and asked gently, "Are you done?"

"Reorganize your project department." Qiao Ruyi asked with a smile, "You won't cause me any trouble, will you?"

"What's mine is yours, and the entire Ling Group is yours too." Ling Che looked at her with gentle eyes, "Sooner or later, you'll have to get used to managing these people and maximize their value."

Qiao Ruyi chuckled, "Indeed, they are the evil capitalists."

"What did you say?" Ling Che frowned, with a slight threat in his voice.

"I didn't say that." Qiao Ruyi quickly denied, "It was Special Assistant Shen who said that."

"Shen Qian?" Ling Che looked towards the door. "Did he get too much bonus recently?"

At this time, it was the president's office outside the door.

Shen Qian was carefully calculating his savings on his mobile phone when he sneezed unexpectedly.

He rubbed his nose, and a beaming look appeared on his thirty-year-old face.

It’s enough money to buy a wedding house, enough money for my girlfriend to travel to Maldives and get married, and enough money for her to open a beauty salon.

"what--"

He put down his phone, leaned back in his chair and sighed, what a beautiful day it was.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang.

He quickly picked up the phone, "Boss Ling, what can I do for you?"

"I heard you scolded me?" The man's voice came faintly, and Shen Qian was so scared that he almost dropped the phone.

When did he curse???

When did President Ling hear it?

Before he could explain, he heard the man say coldly, "This quarter's bonus will be deducted."

"what???"

Shen Qian was struck by lightning. His wedding trip... was ruined?

"What? Don't you understand?" the man asked again.

Shen Qian had a miserable look on his face, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Just then, he heard a pleasant voice coming from the phone.

"It's okay, Special Assistant Shen. I'll make up for the bonus that Mr. Ling deducted."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Shen Qian looked at the phone in his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the closed door of the CEO's office with resentment, thinking to himself, "Evil capitalists!"

......

Hospital, inpatient department.

"Mom, stop crying."

As soon as Song Yanzhi woke up, he saw He Jinxiu crying beside his bed with swollen eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but found that there were few parts of his body that could move.

He said helplessly, "I'm fine now, I'm not dead——"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" He Jinxiu interrupted him with red eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense about life and death."

Song Yanzhi chuckled twice, his face pale. "It's okay, Mom. I'm fine. Don't cry. I'm telling you, I won the championship this time."

He Jinxiu patted his head and said, "I don't care about your championship or not. I just want my son to be well."

Song Yanzhi smiled and looked towards the ward. "Is this... a hospital under the Ling Group?"

"Yes," He Jinxiu said, "Ling Che had you transferred here. We provide the best medical resources and the doctors we hired are all top-notch. Ling Che is a really good kid. He's good for you and our family."

"Of course not. How could my brother not care about my life or death?" Song Yanzhi smiled. Now that the anesthetic had worn off, he felt the pain in his body again.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door.

He Jinxiu stood up to open the door and immediately laughed, "It's Lanlan."

She turned to Song Yanzhi and said happily, "Yanzhi, your uncle Song's Lanlan is here to see you."

Song Yanzhi was lying on the bed, and when he turned his head to the side, he saw the girl's cute face under her beautiful flaxen woolen curly hair.

He said poorly, "Oh, what kind of fate do I have? I have to let the young lady come to see me."

Without waiting for Song Xilan to speak, He Jinxiu hurriedly said, "When you were in surgery, your Uncle Song and his family were waiting outside to care for you. Lanlan even stayed up all night and only went back to rest after seeing that your surgery was successful and safe."

Song Xilan felt embarrassed and smiled shyly, "It's all my duty, Auntie."

Seeing the two of them looking at each other, He Jinxiu quickly found an excuse to go out and give them some space.

"How can it be natural for the eldest lady, with her noble body, to care about the younger one?" Song Yanzhi said sarcastically and was about to sit up.

Song Xilan quickly held him down and said, "Behave yourself. Why are you still moving around when your whole body is falling apart?"

She pressed the switch of the bed and adjusted Song Yanzhi's bed to a semi-reclining position. Looking at his pale face, she felt confused.

"Song Yanzhi, why are you so fragile? You're either getting beaten or bumped into."

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