Chapter 102: Let Me Take Her Away

Gu Huaiyuan looked at his own grandson lying on the hospital bed, his mood exceptionally heavy: "Zhang Ma only has one daughter; the Old Master said we must make proper arrangements for her."

He looked toward Gu Tingyan: "What is your intention?"

Gu Tingyan lowered his eyes and said: "Give her fifty million in a lump sum, or see what she herself wants."

"Whatever I can give, I will give."

He was grateful that Zhang Ma had taken the fatal blow for Qin Shu; otherwise, the one who died would have been Qin Shu.

Such a life-saving grace could not be repaid with money.

Gu Tingyan held his son's hand, his pitch-black pupils gleaming with cold light: "Dad, did you know about Qin Shu's car accident?"

Gu Huaiyuan met Gu Tingyan's icy eyes, his heart trembling slightly; he was silent for a moment and said: "I did not."

Gu Tingyan looked up to meet his father's eyes, his voice cold: "I will investigate; I will not let anyone involved in this matter go."

Gu Huaiyuan paused and said indifferently: "Hmm."

Why they could bully Qin Shu so much was simply because they saw that the girl had no one behind her to support her, making it easy to bully her.

A woman without background or power cannot escape the Five Finger Mountain of the powerful and influential.

Qin Shu was not like Chu Sheng; Chu Sheng had a biological father who stood up for her and considered her in everything.

But Qin Shu, she did not.

Behind Qin Shu there was only the Qin Family Old Madam, and the Qin Family had long since fallen.

In the hospital room.

Qin Shu lay on the hospital bed without waking up; Gu Tingyan had guarded her side for two days and two nights without closing his eyes, terrified that she would never wake up again.

Gu Yichen regained consciousness; he moved his legs, his left leg in a cast. Lin Jingshu was guarding him by the hospital bed, and hearing the movement, she immediately stood up: "Chenchen, you're awake."

"Are you hungry? Grandma will boil some porridge for you."

Gu Yichen stared at his leg with pitch-black eyes for a moment, saying nothing.

Lin Jingshu did not dare tell him the truth, pretending to be busy serving him chicken soup: "The doctor said your leg is injured, you must rest and recover well."

Gu Yichen's eyelashes trembled, and he was even more silent than before.

He murmured softly: "Mom."

As he spoke, he pulled out the needle in his hand and prepared to turn over and get out of bed.

Lin Jingshu was scared to death; the next moment, Gu Yichen landed in a broad, powerful embrace as Gu Tingyan gathered his small body into his arms.

"I will take you there."

He lay quietly in Gu Tingyan's arms as he was carried to Qin Shu's hospital room; seeing that Qin Shu had not yet woken up, he held Qin Shu's hand and laid his head down by her hospital bed.

Lin Jingshu urged him to go back to bed and lie down, but he stubbornly clutched Qin Shu's hand and refused to let go.

Gu Tingyan felt a dense, prickling pain in his heart: "Just let him stay here."

Not long after, the little guy exhausted his energy and closed his eyes to sleep.

He just guarded Qin Shu like this, trusting no one else.

Gu Tingyan waited until he was fast asleep before gently carrying the child back to his own hospital room and tucking him in.

A Zhong dragged his injuries through the hospital room door and looked at Gu Tingyan: "Chen Ma jumped from the building and died."

"She was the one who drove the car that hit the Madam."

"She said that you kicked her once back then, which made her harbor hatred."

"That maid is Chen Ma's daughter; she pushed the Young Mistress down the stairs under Chen Ma's instructions."

The culprit had committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

Lin Jingshu heard A Zhong's report from the side, her face showing deep grief and shock: "Chen Ma, how could she do such a heinous thing!"

Gu Huaiyuan glanced indifferently at Lin Jingshu from the side, and he looked coldly at Gu Tingyan: "Send that maid to prison."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "Let the matter end here."

"The Gu Family can no longer withstand such turmoil."

Gu Tingyan gripped the stack of evidence; every item cleared Lin Jingshu completely. Indeed, Lin Jingshu did not need to commit murder herself; she only needed to give a slight hint.

There were plenty of people willing to risk their lives for her.

Now that there was no proof left, legally speaking, Lin Jingshu was also completely clean.

Gu Tingyan gripped the paper tightly, raised his eyes to look at Lin Jingshu: "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Lin Jingshu said with a cold heart: "You actually suspect your own biological mother?"

She looked at Gu Tingyan and said word by word: "If it has anything to do with me, may I suffer a fate worse than death."

Gu Tingyan threw the evidence into the trash can and looked at A Zhong expressionlessly: "Call the police, let the police investigate."

A Zhong said in a low voice: "The police have already been called."

Lin Jingshu's fingers tightened, her complexion looking poor.

Gu Tingyan settled Gu Yichen down and returned to the room next door to guard Qin Shu.

By the hospital bed, Qin Shu's fingers trembled, showing signs of waking up; Gu Tingyan hurried over: "Huahua."

Qin Shu slowly opened her eyes amidst the man's calls; the luster of the past had vanished from her eyes, leaving only a pool of stagnant water.

The first thing she saw upon waking was Gu Tingyan, and she turned her head away in disgust.

Gu Tingyan's body stiffened slightly, deeply stung by the look of disdain and loathing in her eyes.

He stood there at a loss, his fingertips trembling, and raised his hand to touch Qin Shu.

Gu Tingyan called out to her with a trembling voice: "Huahua."

Qin Shu spat out two words indifferently: "Disgusting."

These two words were truly lethal without a trace.

The person who knows you best knows best how to sting you, saying the most heartbreaking, irreparable words in a casual tone.

Gu Tingyan lost his composure, filled with grief, and looked at her, nearly losing his voice: "Hua-hua."

Qin Shu did not want to see him; she closed her eyes, not even wanting to glance at him.

Gu Tingyan's heart began to tremble and spasm with uncontrollable pain.

Gu Tingyan did not want to provoke her further; with scarlet eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "Rest well, I will go find someone to take care of you."

The man's tall and upright back disappeared from the hospital room, his body staggering.

As Gu Tingyan walked out of the hospital room, Qin Shu's attending physician handed him a medical report.

"Mr. Gu, your wife has severe postpartum depression; she already had some psychological issues beforehand."

"Losing the child has damaged her heart vessels, and the blow was immense."

"She needs to rest quietly; try to go along with her as much as possible and do not provoke her."

Gu Tingyan looked at the stack of medical reports, his face turning pale in an instant, his figure barely able to stand steady.

Ji Yanli looked at him coldly: "Give Xiao Hua to me, I will take her away."

"If she stays by your side, all she will ever feel is pain."

Gu Tingyan's face was deathly pale; he raised his eyes, his fierce gaze fixed on Ji Yanli, and sneered: "Don't even think about it."

The man's voice was as cold as ice: "She is my person, Gu Tingyan's; even if she dies in this lifetime, she will die in the Gu Family."

"Ji Yanli, put away those little thoughts of yours."

Ji Yanli clenched his fists and swung at Gu Tingyan's face, his voice filled with grief and indignation: "Five years ago, I gave her to you."

"What have you brought her?"

"Gu Tingyan, a cold-blooded and callous person like you is not worthy of saying you love her!"

Gu Tingyan was struck by the punch, his back hitting the wall; he raised his hand and swung it toward Ji Yanli: "Worthy or not, she is my woman."

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"