Chapter 98 Update

Chapter 98 Update

Hao Jixin came early in the morning to take Xie Qingfeng to the hospital.

Frequently glancing in the rearview mirror on the way, he was puzzled that it was Jing Yi, the movie star, who had answered the door that morning. What was going on?

Was the movie star Jing Yi staying at the master's place last night?

Doesn't Jing Yi have a room here?

But he didn't dare to ask, fearing a covert retaliation from Jing Yi later.

Ignoring Hao Jixin's gaze, Jing Xi took out a gift he had prepared in advance and handed it to Xie Qingfeng.

"I meant to give this to you yesterday, but I forgot. Have a look, do you like it?"

His words were true; the gift had been bought well in advance.

The plan was to surprise the Grand Master with it today, but after what happened with Bi Shi, he had completely forgotten last night.

Fortunately, it's not too late now.

Xie Qingfeng clearly didn't expect a gift, having been apart for less than a week.

Jing Xi, worried he might refuse: "You always buy things for me, and when I saw something suitable for you, I bought it too."

The implication was that it was a reciprocal gesture; he felt awkward just accepting gifts without giving anything in return.

Xie Qingfeng was genuinely curious about what he could have bought and took the not-so-small tote bag.

Looking inside, he saw several boxes of different sizes.

The boxes were exquisitely wrapped and tied with ribbons, obviously prepared with great care.

Xie Qingfeng's heart softened, and his eyes and brows relaxed as he looked down.

He set the tote bag aside, unwrapped the first gift, and found a tie clip inside.

The diamond-encrusted tie clip sparkled in the black velvet box, looking not only expensive but also elegant.

Hao Jixin, hearing the rustling behind him and unable to resist his curiosity at a red light, repeatedly peeked back. Wow, the Grand Master is finally seeing some return on all his generosity?

The next moment, his curious gaze met Jing Xi's threatening look. Another peek and he'd be in for a workout.

Hao Jixin: Scared now.

He quickly ducked back, deciding that his life was more important than his curiosity.

Xie Qingfeng, looking at the valuable tie clip, glanced helplessly at Jing Xi beside him: "What made you think of giving me this?"

He hardly ever wore suits, so most of the time, it would just gather dust.

Jing Xi replied, "For future shareholders' meetings, in case you need to attend. I saw it and thought it was suitable, so I bought it."

Xie Qingfeng considered the possibility.

Jing Xi, seeing Xie Qingfeng didn't ask further, breathed a sigh of relief, fearful of his refusal and not daring to let the Grand Master know.

It wasn't just about finding something suitable; he had personally inquired from the high-level shareholders what gifts they'd most like to receive from a loved one.

Hence, the selection of gifts in this tote bag.

All of them were personally chosen by him, each handpicked after work every evening.

Before heading to the hospital to meet President Zhu, Xie Qingfeng finished unwrapping his gifts, eventually gazing at a collection of sparkling tie clips, cufflinks, ties, a latest-model wristwatch, and even a rose encrusted with diamonds.

Xie Qingfeng, looking at the dazzling array, took a deep breath: "How much is left from that one billion on the card?"

Jing Xi, who had been enjoying the sight of the Grand Master unwrapping his love-filled gifts, was startled by the question: "Huh?"

As Xie Qingfeng carefully put everything back, he turned to Jing Xi with an especially gentle smile: "How much is left on the card?"

Jing Xi, sensing something ominous despite the Grand Master's tender smile, hesitated before replying softly, "Not... not much left."

"How much is 'not much'?" Xie Qingfeng felt a headache coming on. He had given Jing Xi the card without expecting anything in return, but there was no need to buy these extravagant gifts just to please him.

Jing Xi slowly extended three fingers.

Xie Qingfeng hesitated: "Thirty million?"

Jing Xi guiltily touched his nose: "Three hundred."

Hao Jixin, who was driving in front, didn't dare to look back but was all ears. He choked on his spit when he heard this.

Damn, Jing Yi, the movie star, managed to spend almost a billion in less than a week, leaving just three hundred.

Xie Qingfeng, rubbing his temples helplessly, finally looked at Jing Xi, who was guiltily glancing at him and dared not make a sound: "Give me the card number, I'll transfer some more money to you."

"Huh?" Jing Xi was clearly not expecting this, "You're... you're not going to scold me?"

Xie Qingfeng glanced at him: "Why would I scold you? Don't tell me you spent all your money on these gifts?"

Jing Xi quickly shook his head: "Of course not, most of it went into investigating those people in the company. These gifts are just a small part."

Xie Qingfeng hummed in response: "You don't need to buy these things specifically for me, I won't use them." Then, seeing the droopy-eyed, puppy-dog look of disappointment, he softened and added, "Rather than diamond flowers, I prefer real ones."

If he didn’t find a way to stop this, he might as well start a diamond shop in the future.

Such things… the little emperor really could do it.

After all, the little treasury he had now was a masterpiece of the other party's private efforts.

Real flowers… at least they’re affordable.

Jing Xi suddenly perked up, his eyes sparkling, realizing… the National Teacher likes roses!

Hao Jixin, ahead, opened his mouth in astonishment at this unexpected turn of events. So, Master, are you sure you’re not just worried that Jing Yi Emperor will soon squander his fortune and have no money to spend?

Xie Qingfeng and his group arrived at Director Zhu's hospital room just at eight o'clock.

Director Zhu had recovered a bit in the past two days. He could move his hands now and, having eaten and drunk well in the hospital, even seemed to have gained a little weight.

Seeing Xie Qingfeng, he quickly asked Liang Chenglei to help him sit up: “Master Xie, thank you for making the trip.”

Xie Qingfeng shook his head: “No need for thanks. When will they arrive?”

Director Zhu replied: “They should start arriving around half-past eight, one after another.”

He had followed the master's instructions to pretend to be seriously ill and refused visitors until today, when the master was to come.

Since it was not immediately apparent who was harming him, they decided to use today to spread the news.

Everyone who was a relative, friend, or had previously collaborated with him was duly notified and invited, as he was now ready to receive visitors.

They didn’t believe the person behind the scenes who harmed him would miss this opportunity to see the extent of his recovery.

Hence, today's plan was set into motion.

Soon the preparations were complete, and Xie Qingfeng, along with his companions, sat in a small room adjacent.

Inside, there was a monitor displaying live surveillance of the visitors in the hospital room.

Soon, the company's shareholders began to arrive one after another, catching up at first, then quietly complaining and playing the victim, unaware that Jing, their main subject, was not in sight.

President Zhu listened quietly, eventually looking at them with feigned sympathy, little did they know that the very person they were complaining about was listening in.

With Jing Yi's nature of not letting any offense go unaddressed, it wouldn't be long before their shady deeds were brought to light.

President Zhu mentally mourned for them; why couldn't they learn from the missteps of Rong Dongfeng and others?

For two straight hours, visitors came in waves.

But there was still no movement next door, meaning the person intending to harm him had not yet appeared.

It was almost 11:30 by the time all of President Zhu's relatives had visited.

President Zhu wondered: Could his prediction be wrong? Could the person wanting to harm him be this patient?

Just then, Liang Chenglei, who was seeing off guests outside, returned, knocking on the door to discreetly inform, "President Zhu, another visitor has arrived."

President Zhu's eyes brightened: "Who is it?"

Liang Chenglei's special notice suggested that there was something unusual about this visitor.

Liang Chenglei replied, "It's the personal assistant of Mr. Wang, the head of Wang Group."

Hearing it was someone from the Wang family, President Zhu frowned, but their company had indeed collaborated with them in the first half of the year.

The Wang family, a century-old household, had assets spread all over, with numerous industries in City B needing spokespersons.

Some of their artists had cooperated with the Wang family's industries, but these matters weren't his direct concern.

The appearance of someone from Mr. Wang's side to visit him was quite unexpected.

Worried about being overheard outside, President Zhu didn't dare to ask the Grand Master directly. He coughed softly, feigning weakness, and signaled Liang Chenglei to let the visitor in.

Liang Chenglei pushed the door open, followed by a young man in a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

President Zhu squinted his eyes; this special assistant from Mr. Wang's side seemed quite young.

The assistant handed over a gift, politely introducing himself and offering some flattering words while scrutinizing President Zhu up and down.

In the adjacent room, Xie Qingfeng frowned as he watched the person on the screen, glanced at Jing Xi, and pointed towards the door.

Jing Xi hummed in acknowledgment and walked out, his expression turning cold: Finally, he has arrived.

President Zhu was inquiring about the assistant's purpose: "I didn't expect Mr. Wang to remember me. We only met once at a banquet the year before last. I'm flattered he still recalls me. Sadly, I'm not in the best of health now, but I'll surely visit him once I recover."

The assistant smiled: "President Zhu is too modest. We just happened to hear about your situation. Morally and emotionally, it felt right to come and check on you. May I ask when the doctors expect you to be discharged?"

Just as President Zhu was about to speak, the door to the guest room suddenly opened and Jing Xi strode out.

President Zhu's brow twitched as he turned to look at the assistant, who now resembled a smiling tiger, almost tempted to throw the freshly peeled apple in his hand at him.

Dressed like a gentleman, but it was this bastard who almost cost him his life!

The assistant's attention shifted to Jing Xi, eyes narrowing behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "So, Mr. Jing is also here."

Stepping forward, he extended his hand for a handshake.

Jing Xi ignored him, hooking a chair with his foot and sitting down boldly: "And who are you?"

The assistant's face briefly fell, but he quickly composed himself and reintroduced himself, ending with a smile: "Actually, I'm also a fan of Mr. Jing. May I have your autograph before I leave?"

Jing Xi suddenly smiled: "Sure."

The assistant was pleasantly surprised by his easygoing response: "Mr. Jing is indeed..."

Before he could finish, Jing Xi interjected: "But there's a condition."

The assistant paused: "What condition?"

Jing Xi adjusted his tie, lifting his eyelids, a cold, dangerous edge in his demeanor: "Why don't you start by telling us how you conspired with others against President Zhu? Who are your accomplices?"

The assistant's face changed, his expression stiffened momentarily, but he managed to maintain composure: "I don't understand what Mr. Jing is talking about."

Jing Xi scoffed: "Playing dumb? Didn't your accomplice warn you before sending you here, that he didn't believe President Zhu was unharmed? He was so sure because the person backing him is formidable."

The assistant's lips were tightly pressed together, silent, but cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Jing Xi continued: "Now that you've seen him yourself, President Zhu is sitting here, healthy and well. Do you think your silence will still be effective?"

He was faced with only two choices.

Either he confesses himself, or... he is made to confess.

The latter was clearly not a pleasant option.

The assistant was internally conflicted, evidently not expecting to be identified so quickly.

But how did they know?

Jing Xi: "My patience is limited. I believe you are aware of my actions and dealings these past few days."

Unless he is completely clean with no dirt to his name, Jing Xi wouldn't mind helping to publicize his notoriety.

The assistant's complexion turned ashen, his shoulders slumped.

Whether he speaks or not, it seems he won't be able to continue his dealings in City B's circles.