The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

In a VIP ward of a private orthopedic hospital in the suburbs of Beijing.

Song Yunyan lay on the hospital bed, his face contorted with pain and anger.

His right arm was in a heavy cast, and his left leg was also suspended and immobilized; even the slightest movement caused sharp pain.

Two weeks ago, he went to great lengths and spent a lot of money to finally get in touch with Vice President Zhao of the Wen Group, who was in charge of the Chengdong project.

After several rounds of "sincere" persuasion and offerings of "goodwill," the other party finally relented and tacitly agreed to let Song join the project consortium.

A week ago, the project was successfully won, and Song Yunyan's name was prominently listed among the successful bidders.

At that moment, he could almost picture the expression on Wen Yu's face when he learned of this.

The arrogant young master, who looked down on everyone because of his family background, had previously told him to stay away from Su Qingyao.

The results of it?

It was through his own abilities that he secured the project led by the Wen family.

Ha, this is simply the most resounding slap in the face to Wen Yu.

What skills can a spoiled young master who only knows how to fuss over women possibly possess when faced with real business acumen?

Overjoyed, he took his core team to a top-tier club to celebrate.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively.

Perhaps it was the sudden relaxation of his tense nerves after many days that led to an argument with another group of equally drunk rich kids in the hallway outside the restroom.

The alcohol made him lose his usual composure and self-control, and he even started fighting with the other party.

In the chaos, someone struck him hard, and his right arm and left leg were both severely injured.

When the excruciating pain struck, he realized that things were out of control.

I woke up in the hospital. The diagnosis was: fracture of the radius in my right hand and fracture of the tibia in my left leg.

Once sober, the group was "very sincere," immediately sending someone to apologize, their attitude so "sincere" it was impossible to find fault.

He also offered to cover all medical expenses, plus three times the amount of "lost wages" and "compensation for emotional distress," and even left his lawyer's business card, indicating that any subsequent issues could be discussed.

The process was impeccable, but the pain and frustration it caused felt like a meticulously planned humiliation.

On the second day of his hospitalization, in the early hours of the morning, a drunken homeless man broke into Song's office building, smashing the reception desk and some office equipment.

After the security guards subdued him, they took him to the police station. Once he sobered up, he burst into tears, claiming that he had just drunk too much and was "venting his emotions." He said he was willing to compensate for the losses with everything he had, and immediately produced cash far exceeding the actual losses.

Just after dealing with this inexplicable "accident," the next day, several migrant workers claiming to have "failed to get their wages" came and sat in protest at the company gate, holding banners and shouting "Song's family is heartless."

After the police were called, these people also "suddenly realized their mistake," left compensation money, and quickly disappeared.

For the next week, people with different pretexts came to "cause trouble" every day.

Complaints about product quality, claims of being defrauded by the company, and even "relationship disputes" have come knocking on the door...

Every time, it causes chaos and has a terrible impact.

Then, before the police intervened or the company attempted to take serious action, they proactively admitted their mistakes, paid compensation, and quickly disappeared.

The normal operation of Song's company was completely disrupted.

The employees were in a state of panic, seeing threats everywhere, and customers and partners called to inquire, severely damaging the company's reputation.

Song Yunyan, lying in his hospital bed, remotely directed operations, utterly overwhelmed with worry.

Ultimately, the company had no choice but to order all employees to work from home temporarily, lock the company gates, and suspend external reception.

He thought that this would finally bring him peace and quiet.

As a result, outside the tightly closed company gates, people were still smashing the doors and splashing paint late at night, and the figures captured by the surveillance cameras were blurry.

After the police are called the next day, people who "voluntarily surrender" will come and repeat the process of apologizing and compensating.

If Song Yunyan still can't react by this point, then all those years he's spent in the business world will have been for nothing.

This was a precise and deliberate harassment and attack against him and the Song family.

The goal is not economic loss, but to disgust him indefinitely, disrupt his company's normal operations, and ruin his reputation.

It kept him constantly on the go and prevented him from ever having a moment's peace.

Who else could be so generous and have such a large budget?

"Wenyu..."

Song Yunyan squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, but his face revealed a twisted smile that was a mixture of pain and mockery.

"Impotent rage, is that it? You're unhappy that I won the project? Since you have no real power to stop me from joining, you can only resort to such despicable tactics to disgust me?"

As expected, he's a spoiled good-for-nothing. What else can he do besides these thuggish tricks?

His contempt for Wen Yu deepened, convinced that the other was nothing more than a spoiled brat who bullied others and used despicable methods.

Although this harassment is annoying, it cannot fundamentally harm the Song family.

Once he recovers and is free to act, he will naturally find a way to deal with the situation, and may even use public opinion to exert pressure.

When he was in the worst mood, he thought of Su Qingyao.

That aloof and beautiful girl, yet she remained distant and elusive towards him.

Perhaps... I could take this opportunity to play the victim?

He endured the pain, picked up his phone with his uninjured left hand, found Su Qingyao's WeChat, and sent her a message.

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

There was no reply all day.

The next day, he tried posting a few more messages about the information on foreign neuroscientists that he had mentioned before.

Still no word.

When his patience ran out, he dialed Su Qingyao's number directly.

After a long wait, the caller ID chimed in: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

Once, twice, three times...

"grass!"

The anger, pain, and frustration that had been building up for days finally erupted at this moment.

Song Yunyan slammed the latest model phone in his hand to the ground!

The device slammed into the hard floor, instantly shattering the screen and sending parts flying.

A woman who went bankrupt, fell into poverty, and was reduced to dust, who had long been played by Wen Yu.

What gives her the right? What gives her the right to ignore him like this?!

When had Song Yunyan ever been treated so coldly?!

The ward was deathly silent, except for his heavy breathing.

The assistant silently cleaned up the broken phone on the ground without saying a word, then took out a brand new phone of the same model from his bag, already with the SIM card inserted.

Song Yunyan stared at the brand-new phone, his chest heaving violently, his face shifting between pale and ashen.

After a long while, the rage in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deeper chill and calculation.

He chuckled softly, the sound somewhat eerie in the quiet ward.

"Transfer to another hospital." He coldly uttered two words to his assistant, who stood with his hands at his sides.

The assistant paused slightly, "Mr. Song, your injury..."

I said, "Transfer to another hospital."

Song Yunyan repeated, his tone leaving no room for doubt, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Transfer to the Central Hospital of Beijing North City, immediately."