"Okay, I'll head back immediately."
After receiving the call from her secretary, a flash of anger, barely perceptible, flickered in Su Ziyu's eyes.
The car started.
Li Qianfan asked with concern, "Wife, what's wrong?"
"Telling you won't help."
Su Ziyu stepped on the accelerator, and the car lurched forward.
Li Qianfan, genuinely worried about her driving, quickly grabbed the handle. "That's not necessarily true. After all, my advertisement made it very clear. I'm not only the War God's only son, but also..."
Su Ziyu interrupted him, "Who in this day and age still believes advertisements?"
Li Qianfan coughed dryly, unsure how to retort.
The car passed an intersection.
To pass the time, Su Ziyu recounted the events.
Yesterday—
Old Chairman Mo of Golden Group, the city's largest real estate company, suddenly collapsed while dining at a hotel and was rushed to Guangming Hospital.
Su Ziyu immediately assembled her elite team for resuscitation.
However, Old Master Mo, already in critical condition, remained unconscious.
It was not surprising that Guangming Hospital, despite its best efforts, could not wake Old Master Mo.
Normally, Old Master Mo's family would either transfer him to another hospital or take him home to prepare for the funeral.
But the Mo family did neither.
"The Mo family said that if I couldn't wake Old Master Mo, Guangming Hospital would be acquired by Golden Group at a low price."
Su Ziyu's tone was indifferent. "And I would have to marry Mo Hai Shan's youngest son, Mo Bin, the current chairman of Golden Group. Mo Bin, who already has venereal disease, is probably the only one in Qingyun daring enough to marry me. If I refuse, the Mo family will use their connections above to shut down my hospital, arresting me for medical malpractice."
What?
It's 2022, and this is still happening?
Li Qianfan was quite surprised after hearing this.
"I sent someone to investigate last night."
Su Ziyu glanced at him and continued, "Only then did I learn that the Mo family has been trying to seize the hospital my father painstakingly built for two years."
Su Ziyu certainly would not agree.
Thus, the Mo family, who had known for a long time that Old Master Mo was beyond saving, intended to use his death to secure their final gains.
Su Ziyu's eyes dimmed as she continued, "But even if I figured this out, what then?"
No era can escape the natural law of "the survival of the fittest."
This morning, Su Ziyu, bearing heavy gifts, visited several influential figures in Qingyun City, hoping for assistance.
But they all refused to see her.
Disheartened, Su Ziyu decided not to struggle any longer. Seeing Li Qianfan advertising himself by the roadside, she simply accepted his offer.
She would rather marry a "street vendor" than Mo Bin.
"After that old man dies, we'll consummate our marriage tonight."
Su Ziyu accelerated again and said, "This way, I'll have something to hold onto when I'm in prison. If you have any conscience at all, help me take care of my parents. They don't know about the hospital situation yet. When I get out, I'll treat you well. I'll bear you children and never lay a finger on you without reason."
"Wife, then go with peace of mind!"
Li Qianfan was instantly filled with gratitude—
More than ten minutes later.
The car arrived at Guangming Hospital.
"Dean."
As soon as Su Ziyu parked the car, her young secretary, Zeng Ting, rushed to greet her.
"I just heard from them that a master physician is coming from Sijiu. They're likely bringing the master physician to prove that our hospital misdiagnosed and caused the patient's death, thus achieving their sinister objective."
"Let them stir up whatever trouble they want."
Su Ziyu, having completely despaired, was surprisingly calm.
Zeng Ting sighed and then noticed Li Qianfan.
She didn't know who Li Qianfan was but nodded at him politely.
The three of them quickly went to the consultation room on the second floor.
There were more than ten people inside.
Seven or eight consulting experts and five or six men.
One young man with a sallow complexion's eyes lit up when he saw Su Ziyu.
As his Adam's apple visibly bobbed, his lecherous gaze fell upon Su Ziyu's delicate feet.
Judging by his reaction alone, he was clearly a man experienced with women.
Li Qianfan was almost certain this was Mo Bin, the one who dared to pursue Su Ziyu.
He didn't need to bother with Mo Bin for now and walked to the table, picking up some lab reports.
Everyone else also saw Li Qianfan, but upon noticing his worn-out Warrior shoes, they simply ignored this commoner.
"Su Ziyu, because of your mistake, my father is critically ill."
A middle-aged man with a square face and large ears looked at Su Ziyu with sinister eyes. "Are you ready for your hospital to be shut down and for you to go to jail?"
"Mo Hai Shan. As for whether the hospital will be shut down or if I'll go to jail,"
Su Ziyu met the man's gaze and said indifferently, "We'll talk about it after your father dies."
Li Qianfan, who was examining the patient's charts and lab reports, inwardly exclaimed, "Damn, my wife is so commanding."
Mo Hai Shan, after a moment of stunned silence, erupted in fury. "How dare you curse my father to death!?"
In his roar, Mo Hai Shan lunged at Su Ziyu, raising his right hand high, intending to slap her face.
Just as Li Qianfan's thoughts began to form—
He saw Su Ziyu's left shoulder dip suddenly. Twisting her waist and lifting her leg, her flat, delicate sandals slammed heavily onto Mo Hai Shan's neck.
Did they think Su Ziyu, a third-degree black belt, earned it by bragging?
She had completely despaired and had already made arrangements for Li Qianfan. What was there left to fear?
Bang!
The large and robust Mo Hai Shan, as if struck by a heavy hammer, collapsed onto the table.
His nose was broken on the spot.
"You dare to hit someone?"
Mo Bin and the others were greatly alarmed and rushed towards Su Ziyu.
But they were all stunned by Su Ziyu's beautiful side kick.
They could only glare in anger but dared not make a move.
"Now, what else am I afraid to do?"
Su Ziyu's voice was chilling as she looked at Mo Bin's crotch.
Her right foot, which had just landed, was itching to move again.
Mo Bin immediately sensed danger and hastily retreated.
The consulting experts also snapped back to reality at this moment, quickly backing away to the wall.
"You are dead."
Mo Hai Shan, covering his nose with his hand, glared at Su Ziyu with a ferocious expression and threatened her.
Su Ziyu smiled indifferently—
Before she could say anything, she heard someone say lazily, "You're not a god, how can you declare my wife dead?"
Who was speaking?
Everyone, including Su Ziyu, subconsciously turned their heads to look at Li Qianfan.
"Who are you?"
The quickest to react this time was Mo Bin.
The words "my wife" spoken by Li Qianfan were particularly sensitive to Mo Bin, who had long desired to conquer Su Ziyu.
"Allow me to introduce myself."
Li Qianfan walked to Su Ziyu's side and casually put his arm around her waist. "I am Li Qianfan. Su Ziyu's newlywed husband, and the boss's wife of Guangming Hospital."
"He's hugging me!?"
Su Ziyu's delicate body trembled, her mind going blank for an instant.
This was her first instinctive reaction to being intimately embraced by a man.
However, no one else paid attention to Su Ziyu's feelings.
They were all filled with astonishment—
What?
This guy wearing clothes from a street stall is the Dean's new husband?
Mo Hai Shan and the others were stunned and subconsciously looked at Su Ziyu.
Su Ziyu regained her senses, her pretty face flushing slightly, but she remained silent.
This was tacit agreement.
She really wanted to grab Li Qianfan's arm and perform a suplex on him.
However.
She still had the bright red marriage certificate tucked in her pocket.
If a legal husband hugged his wife's waist, wouldn't that be a normal occurrence?
Coupled with the current situation, Su Ziyu really didn't want to do anything that would make her enemies happy and her friends sad, so she allowed him this moment of flirtatiousness.
But in her mental notebook, she made a heavy mark for him.
"Wife, don't worry."
Li Qianfan looked at Su Ziyu with deep affection. "Isn't Old Man Mo suffering from liver and kidney failure due to salt poisoning? Don't worry, with a few needles from your husband, he'll wake up."