Chapter 274: A Broken Bone Takes a Hundred Days to Heal

"Go," Zhu Yiwen commanded.

Shi Youxuan and Shi Ran each supported him on one side as he got into the car, while subordinates protected the family of three from behind, and the car sped away, kicking up dust.

Sheng Hanyu kept his eyes fixed on the car until it was out of sight before withdrawing his gaze, his face so dark it could wring out ink.

Wang Yong said cautiously, "Brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, let's go back."

Shi Youxuan's intention was to go to the hospital for a check-up, but Zhu Yiwen refused to go.

He had the driver take the car back home, then had a doctor come to the residence to examine him.

A full set of hospital diagnostic equipment was brought to the residence, and after the examination, it was transported back by truck.

It was a massive undertaking, and the results came out: a humerus fracture, which required a splint for immobilization, followed by gauze wrapping and being hung in a sling around his neck.

A broken bone takes a hundred days to heal; he needed to rest well.

The doctor suggested that Zhu Yiwen be hospitalized, as the hospital had comprehensive rehabilitation equipment, and staying there would lead to a faster recovery!

He refused to go, and Shi Youxuan, concerned for his health, kindly tried to persuade him a few times.

As a result, not only did he refuse, but he also resorted to sarcasm: "Are you worried I haven't lost enough face, and want me to lose face in front of the whole country?"

"If I'm not home, it's more convenient for you and Sheng Hanyu to go on dates, isn't it?"

"I didn't."

"If you didn't, you wouldn't have told Sheng Hanyu about my affairs; now you can't blame me for being ruthless." A flash of cruelty crossed Zhu Yiwen's eyes.

Shi Youxuan asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

"That's none of your concern, but from today on, you are not allowed to step one foot out of this residence, otherwise... Hmph!"

From that day on, Shi Youxuan was placed under house arrest in the residence and could not leave.

Sheng Hanyu also encountered "accidents" twice in succession.

First, the brakes on his car were tampered with, and then, while he was inspecting the company, a flower pot suddenly fell from upstairs, missing Sheng Hanyu's head by only a hair's breadth.

From a high-rise of over ten stories, if that had hit his head, he would have died without a doubt!

Witnesses said it was thrown by a young man, and he was not an employee of the company.

Wang Yong was furious, jumping with rage, and immediately called his men to go find Zhu Yiwen to settle the score!

"It must be that shameless thing doing dirty work. I'll expose all those little things he does; let's see if he can still act all high and mighty! I'll make it so he can't even survive in L Country!"

Zhu Yiwen's proclivities—he thought no one knew, but in fact, there were still people who knew, just very few, and everyone, out of respect for his reputation and usual good standing, simply didn't bother to expose him.

Most of the businesses under Wang Yong were in the entertainment industry, a place that specialized in producing celebrity gossip.

Wang Yong not only knew all about Zhu Yiwen's preference for men, but he was even very familiar with the pimp who introduced Xiao Qing to him.

This kind of thing was top secret to others, but it wasn't difficult for him to find out.

"Don't get involved in this, I'll handle it myself," Sheng Hanyu stopped him.

The housekeeper came to report that Sheng Hanyu was outside asking to see the Head of the Family, but Shi Youxuan refused: "Don't see him, tell him to leave."

Zhu Yiwen, however, told her to go back to her room, then had the housekeeper invite Sheng Hanyu in.

The two met in the Study.

The housekeeper served tea, then went out and closed the door.

Sheng Hanyu pointed to the bandage wrapped around his arm: "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern. President Sheng, what brings you to my humble abode? I wonder what advice you have?" Zhu Yiwen was not naive enough to think he had come to visit him.

Sheng Hanyu picked up the teacup, gently blew away the tea leaves floating on top, took a sip, and set it down: "I wouldn't dare offer advice. I just came to ask Chairman Zhu, can we call it even for the two previous acts of retaliation?"

"Retaliation? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Heh..."

Sheng Hanyu sneered: "Daring to do it but not daring to admit it—this isn't your style of doing things, Zhu Yiwen. Could it be that because I've arrived, your stature has shrunk?"

His words had a hidden meaning, mocking Zhu Yiwen for the refined demeanor he had feigned in the past, simply because L Country had no opponents that could match him.

Once he encountered a powerful opponent, his true colors were revealed, and he no longer pretended.

But Zhu Yiwen truly didn't understand. He suppressed his anger and said, "I really don't understand what you're talking about. Please clarify."

Soon, he understood.

Sheng Hanyu turned on the television; the news was broadcasting the very video of Sheng Hanyu and a group of people preparing to walk into the company when a flower pot fell from above.

The company's surveillance was newly installed, and it had captured this video just after being set up.

In the video, a figure flashed by on the fifteenth floor of the company and disappeared. Although it was quick, Zhu Yiwen still clearly saw whose back it was.

"It wasn't me. I really don't know about this," he denied.

"Then what about this?"

Sheng Hanyu took several photos and an appraisal report out of his bag, threw them on the table, and pushed them over.

The photos were taken after the car had been tampered with, the appraisal report was provided by the garage, and there was also a clear fingerprint report.

With fingerprints, there was no denying it. Zhu Yiwen knew he had come prepared, and his purpose was self-evident. It was just that he didn't want to let Sheng Hanyu succeed, and in an instant, he had already made a trade-off in his heart.

He looked at them twice, then shook his head: "I don't know about this either; it wasn't someone I sent."

But Sheng Hanyu didn't seem to believe him. He sneered: "Chairman Zhu, you really have opened my eyes. If you did it, you did it; it's no big deal. Anyway, the relationship between you and me is already like fire and water. However, daring to do it but not daring to admit it is not the behavior of a gentleman..."

"Slap!"

Zhu Yiwen slammed his good hand on the table: "Sheng Hanyu, don't make false accusations! If I, Zhu Yiwen, fight you, I fight you in the open; I wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics."

"Give me three days, and I will give you an explanation."

"And if you can't give me an explanation in three days?" Sheng Hanyu smiled faintly, his eyes and brows full of mockery.

Zhu Yiwen said with a cold face, "Whatever conditions you propose, is that acceptable?"

"Acceptable."

That was the sentence he wanted.

Now that his goal was achieved, Sheng Hanyu left, satisfied.

After he left, Zhu Yiwen's expression immediately turned very ugly; he told A Qing to prepare the car, as he wanted to go out.

……

Chengjiao Meishu.

Xiao Qing received the call and, knowing Zhu Yiwen was coming, was incredibly happy.

He busied himself tidying up the room, then went to the kitchen to boil old hen soup; once everything was tidied up, he went to the doorway and waited expectantly, and after waiting for half an hour, he finally saw the familiar car, with the person he missed sitting inside.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he went over to open the car door and said with concern, "Slow down, let me help you."

Just after saying that one sentence, tears welled up in his eyes; Xiao Qing bit his lower lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

"How cruel, how did you get hurt like this? It must hurt a lot, right? I boiled hen soup to nourish your body; don't leave these next few days, stay here and let me take good care of you. What use is your house being so big if there isn't anyone by your side who knows how to care for you..."

Xiao Qing muttered incessantly, carefully supporting him as he helped him into the main gate.

A Qing and the others automatically remained outside, patrolling around the Villa, and did not follow inside.

The two of them arrived in the living room.

Xiao Qing let Zhu Yiwen sit on the sofa, knelt halfway at his feet, one hand supporting his knee, while the other hand gently touched Zhu Yiwen's injured arm.

This time the tears could not be stopped and fell down in streams: "Does it hurt? Can you sleep well at night? Did the doctor say when it will get better? Did they say what you need to pay attention to..."

Xiao Qing's appearance was not a pretense; he was truly concerned for him.

A trace of reluctance flashed through Zhu Yiwen's heart.

Xiao Qing wiped his tears and stood up: "I'll go see if the chicken soup is ready."

"Don't go, I have something to tell you."

"Mm."

Xiao Qing agreed obediently, leaned back against his legs, and stared at him with his beautiful, large eyes.