Chapter 8: She was really hit

The road was almost empty in this cold evening.

A luxurious car drove by, with a tall figure elegantly leaning against the back seat. Before closing his eyes to rest, he caught a glimpse of a silhouette not far away. "Stop the car," he said in a deep voice.

The luxury car's tires screeched as the driver stepped on the brakes.

As he skillfully stopped the car, Han Beicheng said, "Master, all the surveillance videos in the nightclub have been destroyed, as you ordered."

A trivial matter had attracted the attention of the no-nonsense Qiao Hanye. Could there be an important secret involved? Otherwise, why would his master, who had the power to control the business and political world, pay so much attention to it?

Qiao Hanye curiously watched the half-deleted video sent by Nan Feng. His attention was fixed on the news from Jiang City, aired just two minutes ago.

Looking at the figure standing on the bridge in front of him, Qiao Hanye could not help but wonder what she was up to.

"Master?" Han Beicheng called out in a low voice, unsure of what to do next.

Qiao Hanye looked up, his deep black eyes unfathomable. He looked at the hesitant figure far away get into a car, and the corners of his mouth curled upward into a meaningful smile. As if he knew exactly what the person was going to do, Qiao Hanye lightly tapped on the armrest with his fingertips and said in a deep voice, "Ram that car over."

"Huh?" Han Beicheng was stunned. He turned to his master insolently and then looked at the sedan a few meters away. The owner of the car seemed a little impatient. Wait a minute, why was this figure so familiar? Had he not seen this person before?

"Ram it over," Qiao Hanye repeated in a deep voice. He stared at Han Beicheng so icily that the latter trembled and clamped his legs together.

Han Beicheng gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the gas. The luxury car crashed into the sedan, but it cleverly avoided the driver's seat. A large part of the sedan, which emitted thick smoke, was dented. Although the driver fainted, there seemed to be no cause for alarm. It was, after all, a car accident instigated by an expert driver.

"Send the driver to the hospital," Qiao Hanye said after getting out of the car to check the other driver for injuries. Han Beicheng looked at the familiar face, unable to keep up with his master's thoughts.

'The master was interested in this person, yet he asked me to deliberately run her over. Are they trying to kill each other?' While Han Beicheng was figuring out the mess, he heard his master's order: "Tell Nan Feng that the driver has a severe concussion and needs to be sent to the hospital."

"..." Without missing a beat, Han Beicheng made the call.

The news reports stated that He Lanjin was bullied by Lu Zifan and was greatly humiliated in public. Due to this, she was very likely to commit suicide. He Lanjin wanted to take advantage of these reports and expose Lu Zifan for the crook that he was, so she looked for a place where she could safely crash her car.

After hesitating a few times, He Lanjin finally resolved to crash the car into the railing by the bridge. But as she was about to reach the railing, another car rammed into hers. The most interesting thing was that the other driver seemed to know exactly what she wanted to happen.

Following the incident, He Lanjin was brought to the hospital against her wishes. She was even weirdly diagnosed with a severe concussion and traumatic internal hemorrhage.

She looked at her entire body, which was covered in bandages. "You have very serious injuries, Miss," warned the doctor. "You should not move around recklessly."

Hearing the doctor's words, He Lanjin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Doctor, do I look like I'm going to die?" He Lanjin looked at her bandaged arms. Have all modern doctors gone blind?

He Lanjin could not understand. She was clearly alive and kicking. The doctor said that her injuries were serious, but she did not feel injured at all. He even wrote down a medical record for her and forcefully bandaged her inside and out, as if afraid that no one would know that she was "injured."

He Lanjin raised her bandaged hand to touch her forehead, which was also wrapped in thick gauze. The dressing on her upper body felt heavy and caused her fatigue.

"The news has been aired. You committed suicide because you were cheated on. There are plenty of men who are good with big tools. Why do you want to commit suicide because of a short mushroom? No, you don't look like a person who's about to die," huffed the doctor, who was wearing a mask. "You're so stupid." The doctor rolled his eyes at He Lanjin as he snapped shut the folder containing her records. He then turned around and left the hospital room, closing the door behind him.

He Lanjin's mouth twitched when she heard the doctor reprimanding her with a dirty joke. This... this was really a misunderstanding!

How was she to know whether Lu Zifan's mushroom was long or short? They were bound to be married, yes, but she never let him touch even her hand. She had no interest in the man at all, and only agreed to the marriage to please her parents.

She lay heavily on the VIP bed. The entertainment news on TV caught her eye. On the screen was a photo of the half-naked He Ruoxue and Lu Zifan in a passionate embrace and a video of Lu Zifan telling reporters that he had nothing to do with the matter. He Lanjin was so angry that she laughed out loud. The action made her stomach cramp.