NOVPUBChapter 327: 327, Crazy Woman (4)_1
Chapter 327: 327, Crazy Woman (4)_1
The two had just emerged from the ward when they ran into Shen Hao.
“Why are you all leaving?”
Fu Heng shot him a glance, “The lady is inside, who else do you think the Boss needs?”
“How’s the Boss doing?” Shen Hao asked.
“The antidote has been administered, he should be awake by tomorrow if all goes well.” Given the boss’s freakish recovery rate, he should be out of the woods after nursing that wound for a few days.
Upon hearing this, Shen Hao relaxed slightly.
“Alright, everyone go home for now and come back tomorrow.” Fu Heng rubbed his temples and said.
Shen Hao glanced at the ward not too far away and then turned around and left.
Jian Qing emerged from the bathroom after washing up, having changed out of her dirty, messy dress and now wearing a black casual outfit that accentuated her icy facial features.
She picked up her laptop and returned to the bedside.
Under the lamplight, the corners of her eyes and mouth seemed frosted over, carrying a calmness that hinted at a gathering storm. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
After a moment, the sound of key presses filled the room, echoing for a long time.
Who knows how much time passed before she closed her laptop and placed it on the bedside table.
Then, she lifted her gaze to the man sleeping on the bed.
She held his IV-free hand in hers, placing her red lips on his knuckles.
“Xiaojing, can you wake up soon?”
She spoke softly, looking at him with tender eyes.
Under normal circumstances, a certain someone’s heart would have instantly melted, and he would have held her in his arms, cooing at her. But right now, he did not respond for a long time.
…
Suburban villa area
The large house was quite desolate. A slender figure entered, dropping a bag before heading upstairs.
The hallway was pitch black and the woman had no intention of turning on the lights.
She walked straight to the room at the end of the second floor, pushing open the door and stepping inside.
In contrast to the hallway’s darkness, the room was brightly lit.
The air was filled with a peculiar smell.
Upon closer inspection, it was similar to the scent of disinfectant alcohol often found in hospitals, faintly mixed with a barely there medicinal smell.
By the side of the bed were medical instruments, and the intermittent beeping of the ECG machine sent chills down the spine in the dead of night.
On the bed, a man was asleep with an IV attached to his hand.
Seeing her enter, the caregiver in the room quickly rose to her feet.
The caregiver was a young woman, probably in her late twenties. Seeing the woman enter, she felt a little jittery.
“Mrs. An, you’re back.”
The woman was dressed in a black satin qipao adorned with exquisite peonies. Perhaps it was due to her thin figure that she couldn’t particularly radiate the elegance and grandeur typically associated with the qipao.
Ignoring the caregiver, the woman walked straight to the bedside.
“How was the situation today?”
A low, hoarse voice echoed, sounding as grating as a finger dragging across sandpaper.
The caregiver realized she was being addressed and hastily replied, “Young Master Chengchen’s complexion seemed better today and took his medication as instructed.”
If it weren’t for the generous salary this job offered, she wouldn’t stick around for dear life.
These people were all abnormal.
The woman smiled satisfied, a touch of relief flashing in her eyes.
“Alright, you can go back to your room to rest.”
“Yes.” The caregiver nervously nodded, then hurried downstairs.
Once the door was closed, the woman sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Suddenly, the man sleeping on the bed stirred awake.
Seeing the woman sitting by the side of the bed, his face lit up.
He opened his mouth, but could only emit “ah ah ah” sounds.
“Chengcheng, don’t be anxious, Mom is here.”
The sight of her son in such a state was too much for the woman to bear, so she quickly reassured him.
“Don’t worry, in a few more days, I’ll send you abroad. Mom has already found a good doctor for you there. Be assured, Mom will nurse you back to health.”
The man seemed calmed by her words, gradually recovering his composure.
The woman reached out to stroke his hair, a crazed look in her eyes, “Chengcheng, Mom has taken revenge for you. From now on, no one will be able to harm you, no one.”
Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes widened, his emotions surging.
What does she mean by that?
What has she done?
The woman seemed surprised that her words would incite such agitation in her son but was quick to soothe him by stroking his chest.
“Calm down, Chengcheng, you can’t get agitated.”
The man ignored her, his gaze fixated on her, his mouth making “ah ah” sounds.
The woman continued, “Chengcheng, don’t worry. By tonight, there will be no one named Jian Qing left in the world. She ruined you, so mom ruined her.”
Upon hearing this, the man’s agitation grew, his veins were bulging.
His mother actually dared to provoke Jian Qing?
How could this happen?
Jian Qing, that madwoman.
Right, and Quan Jingwu.
If that King Yama-like man found out, he would definitely not let them mother and son off lightly.
His limbs were paralyzed, leaving him completely immobile. All he could do was stare at his mother with his eyes.
Unfortunately, the woman was completely absorbed in her own world, utterly oblivious to his restlessness and fear.
“Chengcheng, rest assured, once the time comes, we, mother and son, will go abroad. No one will be able to find us then. Everything from the Xiang Group is yours, it’s ours. Those vixens shouldn’t even dream about taking a single cent.” The woman ensured, then tucked him in properly and said soothingly.
“It’s getting late, you should rest. Mom will come to see you tomorrow.”
Having said that, the hem of her qipao fluttered as she turned and left.
On the bed, the man’s eyes widened, gazing intently at the closing door.
No, don’t.
It’s over, it’s all over.
The sound of the door shutting echoed through the room, a wave of despair welling up in the man’s eyes.
He was wrong, he was truly wrong…
