She died tragically from late-stage cancer, but was reborn and pampered by a military officer!

You should know that Jiang Moche has been raised in the palm of your hand since he was a child and has never suffered any injuries.

He was stabbed and hospitalized while attending an event!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Yan pulled out his phone and said sternly, "Prepare materials immediately to sue the Luo family. This matter must not be tolerated!"

His undisguised anger startled Luo Zhengdong.

"President Jiang, I'm so sorry."

"It was indeed our fault that Xiao Jiang got injured today."

As he spoke, he bowed to express his apology.

Jiang Yan's anger gradually dissipated due to his sincere attitude.

The Luo family is a prominent family in the city, so we can't afford to make things too tense.

He put down his phone and sighed, "Never mind, it's not your family's fault."

On the way here, he learned what had happened. Although he said that, he couldn't help but feel resentful towards Luo Yusheng.

If it weren't for this little girl, my nephew wouldn't have had this accident.

Seeing her father bow his head in apology, Luo Yusheng stepped forward sensibly and said, "Uncle Jiang, this is my fault. I will definitely take good care of Mo Che."

She lowered her head slightly, and it was not hard to see her guilt and self-blame.

Seeing this, Jiang Moche, lying in his hospital bed, felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"I'm fine, don't blame yourself."

If time could be reversed, he would still rush forward to block the knife without hesitation.

As long as Luo Yusheng is alright, he'll do anything for her.

To ease the tension, he added, "Once I'm healed, you can treat me to a meal!"

Luo Yusheng nodded, and Luo Zhengdong seized the opportunity: "Xiao Jiang, once you've recovered, I'll treat you and President Jiang to a meal together!"

"Uncle formally apologizes to you!"

Jiang Yan, still with a stern face, said, "No need."

Jiang Moche's injury is still healing, and he has no appetite for this meal.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The reporters exaggerated and sensationalized the incident at the Children's Palace.

Various newspapers and online information portrayed the Luo family father and daughter as utterly heartless, mistreating their employees and even sending people to their door to collect debts.

Not only that, but it also resulted in the young master of the Jiang family being seriously injured.

The news caused a great uproar as soon as it was released.

A large number of netizens began to condemn Luo.

Song Qianqian sat on the sofa, the words in front of her becoming increasingly blurry, and her heart becoming more and more twisted.

She murmured, "If only this knife could have been used to stab Luo Yusheng."

All she has to do is act pitiful in front of Luo Zhengdong, and she can return to the Luo family and live a better life than before.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Hearing her words, Song's mother, who was not far away, immediately stopped what she was doing.

"Sissi, how have I raised you? How could you have such a vicious idea?!"

"After all, the Luo family has supported you for so many years, and their kindness still remains."

She was scolded by her mother. Song Qianqian was furious: "Stop taking their side!"

"The Luo family is just putting on an act. If they really had any good intentions, why would they have kicked me out?!"

"They're all liars!"

Song's mother frowned, feeling that her daughter was becoming increasingly unfamiliar: "You've also done things wrong, why don't you reflect on yourself?"

Before she finished speaking, Song Qianqian stood up and slammed the door shut.

After calming down, she sat at her desk and skillfully turned on the live stream.

She livestreams her drawing every other day, and has already gained a lot of popularity.

Before long, several thousand viewers were watching the live stream.

"Those who are interested can check out the link. I will donate all the proceeds from the sale of the paintings to Project Hope."

She still had a fake smile on her face, and her voice was sweet and clear.

Late at night, in the quiet hospital, Luo Yusheng was still taking care of Jiang Moche, who had difficulty moving around.

"Sheng Sheng, it's getting late, you should go back."

Jiang Moche watched her busy herself and reminded her again.

He had already said it several times, but she had refused each time, and this time was no exception.

"I'll talk to you after you're asleep."

Luo Yusheng dragged over a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed.

Jiang Moche pursed his lips.

The anesthetic had completely worn off, and the pain from the wound made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

He simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He was breathing evenly and remained motionless.

After observing for a while, Luo Yusheng tiptoed out of the ward.

Before leaving, she specifically instructed the staff on duty at the nurses' station to pay close attention to Jiang Moche's condition.

Knowing that Luo Zhengdong was still at the company, she had her driver take her there.

As soon as I stepped out of the CEO elevator, I saw my secretary waiting outside.

"Miss, you are here."

"There's a lot of talk about the company from the outside world, and President Luo is dealing with it in a real bind."

"Shareholders are complaining bitterly."

She knew the purpose of Luo Yusheng's trip and took the initiative to explain.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yusheng stopped in her tracks.

Through the crack in the door, she saw Luo Zhengdong sitting at his desk, looking worried.

The documents on his desk were almost higher than those on others.

She felt a pang of heartache.

The Luo family business is her father's life's work, and she absolutely cannot let public opinion ruin the company!

Luo Yusheng turned her head away: "Help me prepare a press conference tomorrow morning. I want to clarify things myself."

The secretary was slightly taken aback, then immediately jogged away to give instructions to her subordinates.

Luo Yusheng didn't sit idle either; she printed out all the arguments in her mind.

After finishing all that, she dragged her tired body back to her bedroom, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep.

Tomorrow, she has another tough battle to fight.