Ling Chi Gets Out of Prison

Outside the police station, a low-profile commercial car was parked by the roadside, waiting.

The door slowly opened. Ling Chi spat on the ground, annoyed. He put his coat on his shoulder and walked across the road.

The driver respectfully asked him where he was going. Ling Chi closed his eyes with a fierce and arrogant expression. He leaned against the seat and said in a low voice, "The company."

The commercial car did not start for a long time. Ling Chi opened his eyes gloomily and looked forward.

The driver explained with a troubled expression, "CEO Ling told you not to go..."

"Because of you, the company ceded two projects and the land in an excellent area to Qu Xiao. Everyone in the company is complaining about you."

Ling Chi clenched his fists and hammered the leather seat beside him. He narrowed his eyes and said softly, "That's just great!"

"Qu Xiao is ruthless. I won't let her off."

Dark clouds filled the sky as muffled thunder rumbled. It was as if there was going to be a heavy downpour.

In the villa, Qu Xiao found the Butler packing up clothes and daily necessities for Shang Yan. She asked in surprise, "What are you doing with these?"

The Butler answered her question with a kind expression, "CEO Shang is going on a business trip tomorrow. It will take about seven to eight days."

Qu Xiao leaned against the door with milk candy in her mouth. She heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling over the floor...

She pursed her red lips and stared at Shang Yan, not saying a word for a long time.

Shang Yan was confused. He had no idea what she was thinking.

Qu Xiao lowered her eyes and fiddled with the collar of her nightgown. She complained unintentionally, "I'm your wife. I eat and live with you every day. But the Butler knew about your business trip before I did. If he didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known at all!"

Shang Yan suddenly understood the reason for her anger. All these years, he was used to traveling alone and seemed to have neglected Qu Xiao's feelings.

He silently pondered and said in a gentle voice, "In the future, Li will report my schedule to you at the same time."

Qu Xiao frowned and slightly stomped her feet as she said coquettishly, "Do we really need a third party to pass messages?"

When Shang Yan saw the Butler winking at him from behind, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a probing tone, "I'll tell you."

Qu Xiao raised her eyebrows and smiled. She pursed her red lips and rushed to Shang Yan's side. She bent down and hugged his neck, kissing his cheek. The Butler and the passing nanny lowered their heads and coughed softly. Shang Yan was stunned, and then his ears turned red.

"Will you be very busy when you're on a business trip? Can I call you? Or text you!"

"Will it disturb your work? If it will, I'll send you three messages every day, okay?"

Qu Xiao ran to the Butler's side and helped Shang Yan tidy up his suitcase, muttering non-stop.

Shang Yan listened to her non-stop words like a little bird. His eyes were deep and gentle as he stared at her back view. His heart was warmed as he said, "Okay."

Early the next morning, Qu Xiao sent Shang Yan to the airport and waved goodbye to him.

Then, she flipped through her contact list and asked her classmates and friends to help her find a doctor who knew rehabilitation. Qu Xiao wanted to work with one to treat Shang Yan's broken legs.

At the same time, she could also use the name of a doctor to rid some of Shang Yan's doubts about her medical skills.

...

In an underground bar in the bustling business district, the room was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.

Sitting beside Ling Chi were a number of seductive and charming pole dancers. He stuffed notes into their chests and frequently raised his wine glass to clink glasses with his friends.

The business world's second-generation heirs all heard about Qu Xiao and Ling Chi's incident and were afraid of angering him.

However, there was a bold one who took the initiative to sit beside Ling Chi. He opened his mouth and teased, "Ling chi, don't be angry with the crippled businessmen!"

"I heard that Qu Xiao is looking for doctors to treat Shang Yan's illness. How many years has he been sitting in a wheelchair for? There's no way to treat him. Qu Xiao choosing Shang Yan over you is a stupid decision."

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes and placed his wine glass to the side. He put his arm around the second-generation heir's neck with interest and asked coldly, "Who told you that Qu Xiao is looking for a doctor?"

The atmosphere in the private room of the bar suddenly became tense, and the dance music suddenly stopped.

The second-generation heir swallowed his saliva and stuttered as he went to Qu Xiao's WeChats moments and handed it to Ling Chi.

Ling Chi tugged at the screen, and the corner of his lips curled into a scheming smile.

He bent his thumb and rubbed it against his temple. He patted the second-generation heir's shoulder and got up to leave to dial a familiar number in the corridor.

"Hello? Help me find a new face who can act..."