【My Undercover Mom】(4)

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I was shocked. Zhang Yuqi?! What was she doing here?! Wasn't she perfectly fine this morning, sitting with me in the coffee shop? How could she be half-dead and left in this desolate place? I patted her cheeks, trying to wake her, but no matter how many times I called, she didn't seem to move at all; her whole body was limp.
Was she really dead? In a panic, I reached out to check her breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, she was still breathing.
But she had fainted and couldn't exert any strength on her own. I supported her body and turned to my male colleague, who was cowering to the side in fear, shouting, "Come and help me, she's not dead!" Hearing "she's not dead," my colleague slowly stood up and walked towards me.
I observed her closely. Although she was still breathing, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hands and feet were tightly bound with thick hemp rope.
This immediately caught my attention.
Logically speaking, she was Guo Shen's woman. With Guo Shen's power in the capital, who would dare to oppose him? The male colleague approached, looking at the unconscious Zhang Yuqi.
This woman, though pale and with a somewhat distorted expression in her unconscious state, her brows slightly furrowed, was only wearing a bodycon dress in this cold weather, her firm, alluring legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.
Her figure was curvaceous, her skin flawless—truly a rare beauty.
This male colleague, a petty thief, was now overcome by lust; the fear on his face had vanished, replaced by an obvious lewdness and obsequiousness.
I glanced at him inadvertently and immediately saw the hidden meaning in his eyes, feeling a wave of nausea and disgust.
I pursed my lips, recalling something from my childhood.
I was probably only ten years old then. One time, during a school holiday, I saw a dark brown kraft paper file folder on the table. I thought my aunt had forgotten it in her haste, so I hurriedly took a taxi to her office.
The moment I pushed open her frosted glass door, the file folder tucked under my arm fell to the ground.
A fat man, dressed impeccably, had his greasy hand on my aunt's thigh, and his other hand on her slender waist. His dirty hand rested on my aunt's snow-white, firm legs, encased in milky-white stockings.
The man was incredibly ugly, his hair and face greasy and disgusting. Just thinking about him sitting next to my aunt makes me feel nauseous.
It was another morning, a light snow was falling outside the window, and a cold wind was blowing slowly.
The branches outside were bare of leaves; the last bit of life had turned into rain in this early winter, scattering into nature and the soil, leaving only desolation.
In front of the hospital's white walls stood a white bed. On the bedside table sat a bouquet of white lilies and a fruit basket. Beneath the white blankets lay a pale face.
Zhang Yuqi felt a sharp, throbbing headache; the back of her head felt as if something had shattered it, the pain excruciating. Light streaming through the glass window fell on her cheek, casting a reddish glow through her eyelids, somewhat blinding.
Zhang Yuqi frowned, slowly opening her eyes, squinting slightly, only to see a bleak white expanse.
She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead with great effort, her mind quickly clearing as she tried to recall how she had gotten here.
She only remembered that she had been at Guo Shen's secret villa to commit adultery, but was then ambushed by two spies. After that, she had no recollection of anything.
Her head ached terribly, and her shoulders ached too.
"Hiss!" As Zhang Yuqi propped herself up on her arms, she felt pain flare up somewhere else in her body and cried out in pain.
After a careful examination, she noticed several new wounds, though she couldn't pinpoint their locations.
She struggled to sit up, her face ashen, her lips drained of color. Looking down, she realized her fitted skirt had been replaced with a blue and white striped synthetic hospital gown.
Was she...in a hospital? Zhang Yuqi, clutching the soft blanket, seemed lost in thought. Just then, a nurse walked in from the doorway, carrying a white metal tray. Seeing Zhang Yuqi sit up, the nurse called out loudly, "Hey, bed 3, you can't move around, lie down quickly!" Zhang Yuqi looked the nurse up and down; she looked to be in her early twenties, with a few oily pimples on her face. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hello, may I ask when I arrived at the hospital? Who brought me here?" The nurse deftly removed the IV drip, replaced it with a new one, and answered quickly, "Just last night. I'm not sure who brought you, but it seems like a police car brought you here. There's a policeman sitting in the lobby right now; you can ask him later."
"After saying that, she glanced down at Zhang Yuqi, rolled her eyes, and then instructed, "Your various external injuries are quite serious. Luckily it's winter; if the weather were even slightly warmer, they would easily become infected! Lie down and rest, don't move around too much, be careful the wounds reopen!" After giving these instructions, she didn't say another word, and with a "whoosh," she quickly disappeared behind the door.
Zhang Yuqi held her back, her brows furrowing even deeper as she pondered the nurse's words.
Police car? Police officers? Zhang Yuqi suddenly felt a chill. Could it be...? It shouldn't be, how could it be?
Even if it were police officers, it couldn't be them.
She racked her brains for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.
Zhang Yuqi slapped her head and shook it gently. Really, stop overthinking.
She began to keenly and carefully observe her surroundings.
The hospital room was small, but it contained only her bed. The room was neat and clean, and the lilies by the bedside emitted a faint, sweet fragrance.
Beside the window was a beige armchair, on which her clothes and high heels were neatly arranged.
On a small table next to it was the hospital's landline telephone.
But… who brought her to the hospital? Where was Chengzi? Where were the two traitors? Thinking of what had happened in the basement, Zhang Yuqi angrily slammed her fist on the bed, but this aggravated the wound on her shoulder, sending a sharp, intense pain through her.
"Hiss…" She couldn't help but gasp.
Zhang Yuqi had been in this line of work for years, but she never expected to be so caught off guard and fall victim to two mere bodyguards! Despite her anger, Zhang Yuqi quickly calmed down, her mind racing as she processed everything that had happened. First, she and Guo Shen were shot at the Imperial Capital Hotel; then two undercover agents appeared—but since they were Cheng Zi's, she wouldn't dwell on that. What truly mattered now was how many more people like them Guo Shen had under his command.
Undercover work was both the most dangerous and the safest form of espionage.
They lurk beside you, outwardly appearing as a docile and obedient sheep, working tirelessly without complaint. No matter how you treat them, they always seem perfectly compliant, gaining your trust. Unwittingly, you shed your thorns and hardened facade, revealing the softest part of your heart, exposing your deepest vulnerabilities, and sharing the secrets you've kept buried in the abyss of loneliness and solitude. You cling tightly to this source of comfort, desperately drawing warmth from it. You believe you've found someone you can truly trust, and you even feel a sense of pride. 　　But as you embrace this hard-won warmth, you unconsciously close your eyes, lower all your guard, and carefully sheathe your sword, wrapping it in soft cotton. With your eyes closed
, you believe 　　in a world of peace and tranquility. 　　In a place you can't see, the person you trust holds you in their arms, whispering sweet words in your ear, smearing your lips with sugar water, while their other hand grips a sharp, gleaming dagger, raised high, less than three inches from your back. If they loosen their grip, the dagger will pierce your heart in the next second, and you'll die with your eyes wide open, without even a cry of pain. You'll die with your eyes 　　wide open, forever lost, slumbering in endless darkness and cold. 　　Zhang Yuqi originally thought that being an undercover agent was like a fox beside a tiger—you could appear intimidating, but you still had to maintain a high level of vigilance, never letting your guard down. On the surface, you had to wear a fawning smile, saying little, but listening intently for every inch of information that might be useful. 　　She thought this way, and that's how she got to where she is today, never expecting that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. 　　She truly believed herself to be a shrewd and wise oriole, reaping fame and fortune without a second thought. She never imagined she was actually a clumsy, ridiculously foolish mantis, dancing on a pedestal. 　　So focused on her unfulfilled prey, she was too arrogant and complacent, momentarily forgetting herself, and failed to notice the gaze behind her—a gaze filled with undisguised greed and lust. 　　The mantis's target was the cicada, but it hadn't realized that the cicada was actually treading on something far more powerful than an ant, but the true oriole. 　　It remained silent, obediently perched at the feet of the cicada and mantis, watching the two ant-like creatures above it sway and preen, a cold glint in its eyes, a slight, mocking smile playing on its lips. 　　Zhang Yuqi realized she was that ridiculous, clown-like mantis, completely unaware that she had been foolishly trying to outsmart everyone else. 　　She thought for a while, then felt a cold sweat break out on her back, and her whole body trembled involuntarily. 　　She had a strange premonition that this shooting, along with the appearance of the undercover agent, was no accident. Behind it all, there must be a mastermind. Those currently in the public eye were merely puppets, each with a string attached, their every movement controlled by the manipulator's whim. 　　Zhang Yuqi understood. Her first priority was to resolve the current situation and all the trouble before catching the real mastermind. 　　This absurd stage play should come to an end. 　　Sitting on the hospital bed, Zhang Yuqi glanced up. The IV drip the nurse had just started was being changed; the gently swirling liquid licked the bottom of the clear glass bottle. 　　The transparent liquid flowed down the plastic tube, into the bluish vein in her left hand. 　　Zhang Yuqi frowned, shifting slightly in her body. She felt pain coursing through every inch of her skin, as if a million ants and insects were tearing at her wounds. 　　"Sigh, I can't worry about that now," she thought. 　　Gritting her teeth, Zhang Yuqi laboriously raised her other arm to reach for the IV in her left hand. 　　Without hesitation, she easily pulled the needle out, pressed the bleeding spot, and glanced at her slightly bluish hand, her movements fluid, efficient, and practiced. 　　She glanced up sharply. There was a small observation window on the white hospital room door. Through it, she could see that the corridor outside was almost deserted, with only a few people who looked like family members hurrying back and forth. No one seemed to have time to look inside. 　　Besides, the nurse had just changed her IV drip; she probably wouldn't be coming to check on her again anytime soon. 　　Thinking of this, Zhang Yuqi quickly looked away, turned around, threw off the covers, and stood on the floor. Without even putting on her shoes, she rushed to the sofa, picked up the telephone receiver from the table, and quickly and accurately dialed a series of numbers she already knew by heart. 　　"Beep..." Soon, after only a few seconds, the other party answered the phone but did not speak. 　　Zhang Yuqi lowered her voice: "It's me. 　　" A heavy sigh came from the other end, followed by a man's voice: "What is it? 　　" Zhang Yuqi's feet were on the cold floor, her brow furrowed, her hand gripping the microphone handle tightly. Her voice, though soft, was clear: "I've run into trouble. There's a spy among Guo Shen's men, and I suspect there's more than one. There might be a bigger conspiracy behind this. 　　" The other person paused, then slowly spoke: "This has nothing to do with you. Just do your job. If there are any changes, I'll try my best to inform you. Don't provoke anyone else. 　　" Zhang Yuqi was stunned, not expecting this attitude. She became anxious: "But..." "No buts." 　　The man on the other end abruptly interrupted her before she could finish speaking. After uttering those four words, he seemed to realize his tone was a bit harsh, took a deep breath, and exhaled a heavy sigh. His tone softened slightly, but to Zhang Yuqi, it remained utterly cold. 　　"You need to understand your place. You're Guo Shen's person now. Just do what you're supposed to do and don't interfere in anything else. Got it? 　　" Although the last two words were a question, Zhang Yuqi sensed no doubt in them, only a palpable sense of impending doom. 　　She had no right to refuse, so she could only give a muffled reply. The other person hung up before her, leaving only the dial tone. 　　Zhang Yuqi gently placed the receiver back down, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. 　　Suddenly, the door behind her creaked open. Zhang Yuqi was startled and instinctively pulled her hand away from the telephone, turning around to grab her shoes and clothes lying to the side. Her palms were already slippery with sweat. 　　Looking closer, she saw it was the same nurse from before. Seeing Zhang Yuqi's condition, the nurse's almond-shaped eyes widened as she rushed over, her mouth slurring, "Bed three! What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to move around so much?! Who's going to be responsible if your wound reopens?! How can you treat your body like this?!" The nurse rolled her eyes, rattling off a string of words as she swayed over, trying to help Zhang Yuqi to the bed.

Zhang Yuqi was a little helpless. Hadn't this person just left? Why was she back so soon? So she said, "I just wanted to change my clothes. The hospital gowns are uncomfortable.
" The nurse, unaware of who this woman was, rolled her eyes again and dragged Zhang Yuqi back onto the bed. "Making a statement so complicated? Why change clothes? Sister, you're not going on a date!" She then looked away from Zhang Yuqi and called out towards the door, "Come in!" Come in? A statement? Zhang Yuqi unconsciously raised her eyelids, following the nurse's gaze.
When she saw the dark blue police uniform peeking out from behind the white door, her eyes flickered slightly.
It was that little boy.
I stood in the doorway, feeling a little awkward seeing two women staring at me. I coughed lightly, gripped my notebook and pen tighter, and forced a composed expression before entering. I nodded politely and asked the nurse, "What happened just now?" I'm a man, after all, and I was worried about accidentally seeing something inappropriate in a woman's room, so I asked the nurse to check first. But instead of checking on me, I heard questions coming from inside.
The nurse scoffed at me, "It's this lady again. She said she should lie down and rest, but she insisted on changing her clothes. I caught her red-handed, saying she wasn't used to wearing hospital gowns. Officer, since you brought her here, please keep an eye on her. I can't bear the responsibility if anything happens.
" With that, she rolled her eyes and swayed gracefully as she walked out.
I chuckled inwardly, thinking to myself, "This nurse isn't very old, but she's got a sharp tongue; she talks like a machine gun."
I was about to close the door, but then I thought better of it—a man and a woman alone together, it wouldn't look good. So I coughed a few times to cover my unease, took a few steps forward, sat on the sofa, and adjusted my hat to look a little more presentable.
After doing all this, I looked up at Zhang Yuqi sitting beside the bed.
When I found her in the suburbs yesterday afternoon, she was extremely weak, barely breathing. Blood was constantly flowing from her back, arms, and legs, soaking her dress. Dark red liquid streamed down her beautiful legs.
My male colleague, after indulging in his fantasies, was too frightened by her blood-covered state to approach her.
Whatever the situation, saving her life was the priority.
I didn't dare think too much, nor did I dare delay.
Without hesitation, I carried Zhang Yuqi out of the abandoned factory and drove her back to the hospital that very night. I didn't go home myself, only instructing my male colleague to return to the police station and drive the police car back.
The doctor said Zhang Yuqi's injuries were severe, and it seemed she had been drugged; she needed a stomach lavage, which would be very complicated with many procedures. So, I didn't go home last night either. I called my aunt to tell her I wasn't coming back, briefly explained the situation, and sat in the lobby all night.
I made some files. Because I was worried about Zhang Yuqi's condition, I didn't sleep at all until dawn, when I finally managed to doze off briefly on a bench.
My head still hurts a little.
Now, Zhang Yuqi didn't seem to be in much better shape. Her complexion was terrible, her eyes were sunken and bluish, probably due to excessive blood loss. Her skin didn't seem as fair and smooth as the last time I saw her; instead, it appeared somewhat bluish-black.
She was already quite tall, but now, wearing a hospital gown, her overall appearance was even worse. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her bare feet rested on the cold floor, her beautiful figure was completely obscured by the oversized gown.
I felt a growing unease. I picked up the remote control and turned the air conditioner up two degrees.
At the same time, I silently felt grateful for her uniform and the fact that the hospital had given her priority access to a better room with better facilities.
Zhang Yuqi looked at me, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn't decipher.
I opened my notebook, picked up my pen, coughed a few times, and asked, "Are you feeling alright now? Is there anything else bothering you?" Zhang Yuqi shook her head calmly. "No, I'm fine.
" Her voice sounded weak, carrying a sense of illness.
"Okay, that's good. I want to ask you a few questions..." I was about to ask the questions I'd spent all night preparing when she suddenly interrupted me: "Did you bring me to the hospital?" I paused, then nodded slightly. "That's what I want to ask you today. I found you in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. You were in the hospital during the day, so how did you end up so far away this afternoon? And with such serious injuries?" Zhang Yuqi didn't answer my question. She chuckled softly and instead asked, "Officer, what were you doing in that desolate place so late at night?" I was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what she meant. Looking at the woman smiling softly in front of me, I gasped. She was indeed a formidable person. Despite being seriously injured, she could speak so calmly and even ask me a question. Luckily, I reacted quickly, or I would have been outmaneuvered.
Thinking of this, I frowned. "Please cooperate with our work and don't ask questions that aren't relevant to you.
" Zhang Yuqi shrugged, looked at me, and tilted her head without saying anything more.
I tapped the table with my pen and then asked, "Please answer me, what were you doing in the suburbs? Why were you seriously injured? Do you know who injured you?" Zhang Yuqi sat calmly, a smile playing on her lips, yet giving off a cold, oppressive aura: "I don't know.
" She paused, then raised her eyes and said, "Officer, after I left the coffee shop, I went back to the hospital. On the way, I was suddenly knocked unconscious, and I don't remember anything after that. You're asking me so many questions, but I can't answer them.
" Her tone was extremely calm and composed, maintaining her regal demeanor.
After questioning this woman in the coffee shop, I had gained some understanding of her, so I remained calm and continued, "Ms. Zhang, from what I understand, since Mr. Guo Shen is still in the hospital and this matter has reached the police, no one should dare to cause you any trouble for the time being. I don't think anyone would intentionally invite trouble.
So, according to you, the person who attacked you must be someone connected to the shooting.
Ms. Zhang, you still haven't told the truth. Who is the mastermind behind the shooting? How much do you actually know?" I felt I had spoken very flawlessly, providing a thorough analysis of the current situation, offering my own perspective, and subtly revealing my true purpose—to get Zhang Yuqi to answer my questions directly.
Zhang Yuqi's eyes flickered slightly, then she chuckled softly, "Officer, if I really knew who orchestrated the shooting, I would be careful to stay out of the way. I wouldn't be foolish enough to walk right into someone's clutches, would I?" I had a headache; it seemed I wouldn't get any answers from her today.
So I slammed the notebook shut, put the pen back in the breast pocket of my shirt, and nodded sternly to Zhang Yuqi: "That's enough for today. Please think it over carefully. If you choose to continue hiding it from the police, it will not do you any good for your personal safety, life, or property. I hope you can think it through. Get
some rest. Goodbye."
"After saying that, I strode out with my notebook in my lap, closing the door behind me.
Hearing the 'click' of the lock closing, I inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, stretched, and walked outside. After a whole day and night of this, I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, especially with such a tricky case and a client who absolutely refused to cooperate. Sigh."
I was scratching my head, feeling annoyed, when my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. I took it out, answered, and held it to my ear. My aunt's gentle voice came from the other end: "Lingling, where are you now?" I tilted my head and walked out, answering as I went, "Still at the hospital. Just finished giving my statement and I'm heading back to the police station soon.
" My aunt's voice was like a warm spring breeze, waking me up considerably. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm on my way to meet a client. I'll pass by the hospital on the way. Wait here, I'll bring you some food to tide you over. You haven't eaten since last night, have you?" Hearing her say that, I felt my stomach rumbling. My face flushed, and I awkwardly hummed in agreement.
My aunt seemed to be laughing, and then I heard a "pfft" from the other end of the line: "Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon. If you go back to the police station now, you don't know when you'll get anything to eat. Wait for me!" "Okay, Auntie, drive carefully.
" After a few more brief pleasantries, we both hung up the phone at the same time.
My whole body ached, and I was starving, so I grabbed my laptop, sat down on a bench in the lobby, closed my eyes, and took a short nap to soothe my nerves.
This nap turned out to be quite something; I actually fell asleep. Later, my aunt told me that as soon as she entered the hospital lobby, she saw her brilliant and capable nephew sprawled out on the bench, drool running down his face.
My aunt woke me up, and I groggily wiped the drool on my sleeve and sat up to look at her.
My aunt stared at me for a while, then laughed, "This child, you've only been working for two days, how come you've changed so much? I almost didn't recognize you when you came in.
" I knew she was teasing me, so I chuckled and smiled ingratiatingly.
My aunt glanced at me and handed me a lunchbox, saying, "I didn't prepare anything fancy, time was too short, so I just made some soup. Have some to warm yourself up.
" As she spoke, she deftly unscrewed the lid of the lunchbox and handed me a soup spoon.
I sniffed, sat up, took the spoon, and glanced at my aunt unintentionally.
She was still dressed the same way she did for work, her flaxen hair tied up in a neat bun, looking very capable and refined.
She wore a beige dress, her full, firm legs encased in light pink stockings.
Her profile, bathed in the hospital's soft white light, appeared gentle and warm, her makeup impeccable.
The sweet aroma of soup wafting in the air warmed me, and my earlier unhappiness and irritability slowly dissipated.
Today, my aunt had made me yam and pork rib soup, nourishing and good for the stomach. The excess oil had been skimmed off, leaving a few bright green cilantro leaves floating on the surface. Beneath the clear, transparent broth lay several appealing pieces of pork ribs and yam slices. The soup was as clear as tea, looking incredibly appetizing.
I was truly hungry, and seeing such a fragrant pot of soup, I eagerly picked it up and took a large gulp, choking and coughing, my face turning bright red.
My aunt, with a doting smile, chided me, "How old are you? Still eating so hastily.
" As she spoke, she reached into her bag for tissues.
I coughed, feeling a little embarrassed; after all, the lobby was full of people, and I was wearing my police uniform—it was a bit awkward.
I took the tissues and said to my aunt, "Auntie, wait a moment, I'm going to the restroom.
" My aunt smiled and nodded, taking my notebook and placing it on her lap. "Go ahead, I'll watch your things. Come back soon.
" I replied and hurried to the corner of the first-floor restroom.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yuqi watched the young policeman leave, her previously stiff posture collapsing, revealing a pained expression.
She wasn't even a paper tiger anymore; at best, she was just an inflatable plastic doll. She'd been putting on a perfectly poised and imposing aura, but behind it all, she'd been harboring more than one fear. She silently thought, "This young policeman is clearly just a greenhorn, yet his questions always hit the nail on the head, and his logic is incredibly sharp. If I weren't a seasoned veteran with plenty of experience, I'd probably be completely fooled. This guy is worth paying attention to."
Zhang Yuqi touched the newly wrapped bandage on her shoulder, glanced around at her surroundings, and judging from the room's decor and the view outside, this was probably the Imperial Capital Hospital. Guo Shen should be in the VIP room on the third floor.
It was time to go see him; after all, besides being Zhang Yuqi, she was also Blood Rose.
Thinking this, Zhang Yuqi's gaze sharpened again. She turned around, resolutely got out of bed, grabbed her clean and dried bodycon dress and high heels from the sofa, and strode into the bathroom to change.
The woman in the mirror, though pale, still exuded an incredibly powerful aura; a fallen queen was still a queen.
She forced a perfectly measured smile, turned, crumpled the synthetic hospital gown into a ball, and tossed it into the trash can. Without giving the item she considered garbage another glance, she walked out with her head held high, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back.
Chen Jiaqian sat in the lobby, clutching her nephew's laptop, listlessly looking around.
In her memory, hospitals always seemed to look like this: white walls and floors, pale white lights streaming in from all directions, a few wilted green plants in front of the walls, some leaves already turning yellow.
All around, people came and went, everyone heads down, focused only on walking, their eyes barely glancing at those around them.
There were young, beautiful women, wearing pink skirts and exquisite makeup, yet their eyes were bloodshot; there were middle-aged men with large bellies, standing next to no-smoking signs, cigars dangling from their lips, their brows furrowed as they stared at the white paper clutched in their hands, their slightly greasy faces obscured by the bluish-white smoke; there were elderly women with white hair, their backs hunched, perhaps never to straighten again, carrying lunchboxes in their rough hands, the plastic lids worn and faded, like the fading life of all the elderly.
Everyone was in a hurry, stepping over the souls of others as they moved forward.
They were all racing against time, a race against death.
Heads bowed, their faces obscured, they tried to use indifference and rage as a protective shell to shut themselves off from the outside world.
Though they kept everyone at arm's length, they were always shrouded in a layer of smoke, a deep, complex mixture of joy and despair.
As Chen Jiaqian looked at all this, she couldn't help but recall the past, the sadness and despair of loss, which still pained her to this day.
Despite the heartache, there was also a sense of relief. Thankfully, time had passed, so many years had gone by, Lingling had grown up, found a job, and was now settling down and establishing a stable life – that was the best outcome. She could finally
face herself with a clear conscience and have done right by her brother. Thinking this, Chen Jiaqian raised her head with a faint, contented smile. But as she looked up, her smile froze instantly. Her throat felt constricted, as if something was blocking it, leaving her breathless and unable to utter a sound.
Chen Jiaqian's eyes widened, her lips and hands trembling involuntarily. Before her stood a figure she couldn't believe.
Chen Jiaqian jumped to her feet, without thinking, and strode over.
Perhaps the noise was too loud, for the person turned around. Their eyes met, and both pairs of beautiful eyes widened slightly.
Chen Jiaqian felt a nameless fire surge up from the depths of her heart, but she forced a cold smile, each word dripping with ice: "What a coincidence, to run into you here.
" Zhang Yuqi recognized the newcomer, paused for a moment, then smiled naturally: "What a coincidence.
" She said nothing more.
Chen Jiaqian stared at the elegantly dressed woman before her, feeling her mind bubbling. She was like a volcano, her face covered in an impenetrable layer of ice, while her heart churned with fiery, scorching lava.
Images from the past flashed through her mind—this woman, what face did she have to appear before the public?! When the Chen family faced immense difficulties, when her younger brother passed away, leaving behind his infant daughter Chen Hailing, and when she endured hardship and humiliation to support her family, she had thought countless times that this woman must be dead, even feeling sadness and pity at times.
But she never imagined that one day, she would turn on the television and see entertainment news from the capital.
She wasn't usually a fan of gossip, and as she naturally picked up the remote to change the channel, her hand trembled. The woman with fiery red lips on the screen made her eyes widen involuntarily, just like now.
That woman, wearing a perfectly tailored red floor-length gown, with sophisticated and beautiful makeup, her slender, snow-white arms linked with another man's.
She recognized the man; he was a well-known real estate tycoon in the capital, rumored to also operate in many other businesses, a man not to be trifled with.
How could these two be involved?! Later, after repeated inquiries, she finally learned that the woman was no longer the kind and generous woman she knew. Now, she was Guo Shen's only publicly acknowledged girlfriend, a notorious underworld figure known as the "Blood Rose," a ruthless killer.
Chen Jiaqian still remembers the feeling of being struck by lightning when she heard the news.
The person she had worried about for so long was living a life of luxury, had become a gangster's woman, and had completely forgotten the mess her family had left behind.
Hahaha.
That feeling of laughing until her whole body ached was etched into Chen Jiaqian's bones; she feared she would never forget it.
And now, she even encountered her at the hospital. What was even more infuriating was that this woman seemed completely indifferent, as if she wasn't surprised at all by her appearance.
Chen Jiaqian coldly curled her lips, sizing up the woman in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest: "Life is so carefree now, so luxurious. No wonder they say money is a wonderful thing; it can make a wife forget her husband, and even make a mother abandon her own flesh and blood. Tsk tsk.
" Her words were spoken casually, but her heart was in turmoil.
Zhang Yuqi smiled faintly, her expression still perfectly calm: "What do you want?" Those four simple words made Chen Jiaqian's breath catch in her throat. The emotions she had been suppressing suddenly exploded, and she raised her hand to slap Zhang Yuqi across the face.
Zhang Yuqi gently shifted her body, watching Chen Jiaqian's slap miss its mark. Her long, curled eyelashes arched upwards, and her freshly applied red lips curved into a perfect smile. She glanced at Chen Jiaqian, who nearly lost her balance, and said calmly, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. My boyfriend is still in the hospital upstairs.
" After regaining her balance, Chen Jiaqian heard Zhang Yuqi's words and almost burst out laughing. "So you're in a hurry to see your lover, huh? No wonder, Miss Zhang. Based on our years of friendship, let me give you a piece of advice: women, it's better to have some self-respect! Before going to find a new lover, clean up your own mess first!" Zhang Yuqi ignored her, turning and walking away.
Chen Jiaqian wanted to chase after her, but a wave of nausea washed over her.

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