Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

hotel.

Fu Zheng had just met with Director Li and his team. He drank some wine and his stomach began to churn again.

His coat was hanging on the hanger, and he was only wearing a neatly-ironed shirt with the collar slightly open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

He sat on the sofa, his legs crossed naturally, his leather shoes on the wooden floor, his brows furrowed, his eyes focused on browsing the contents of the document in his hand.

Special Assistant Yang saw that he looked unhappy and asked, "Mr. Fu, are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Zheng supported his stomach with his hand, "Old problem."

Special Assistant Yang poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of Fu Zheng, "How about asking someone to buy you some medicine?"

"Go."

Special Assistant Yang sent the name of Fu Zheng's medicine to his assistant and asked the assistant to buy it from a nearby pharmacy.

After flipping through the document, Fu Zheng closed the folder and placed it on the table. "Make a copy and send it to Ji Ze. If he says there's no problem, then agree to it."

"it is good."

At this time, Special Assistant Yang's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone, looked at the number, and answered the call, "...Okay...Okay, I got it. You keep watching."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, glanced at Fu Zheng's unhappy expression, and said, "It was Zhang Cong who called. He said..."

"what?"

"He said that Huo Dongcheng went to Qionglin Villa in the afternoon and hasn't left yet."

Fu Zheng frowned even more tightly, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "What's going on?"

"He said that at 9:10, Huo Dongcheng came out of the villa carrying a computer bag and got into the car, but it didn't start. It seemed that it broke down, so he went back to the villa and hasn't come out since. The light in the room next to Miss Wen on the second floor was on."

Ever since Wen Liang moved to Qionglin Villa, Fu Zheng asked Special Assistant Yang to find someone to keep an eye on Huo Dongcheng, especially when he went to Qionglin Villa.

Huo Dongcheng let Wen Liang live there, he definitely had ulterior motives and would resort to some conspiracy.

That time, Wen Liang was drugged when he went to see Lin Jiamin. He always believed that Lin Jiamin and Huo Dongcheng had reached an agreement.

It’s a pity that he concealed it very well in front of Wen Liang.

Fu Zheng sneered when he heard this, "It seems that he plans to stay there?"

How could it be such a coincidence that the car broke down at no other time but just when Huo Dongcheng was in Qionglin Villa?

"That should be what it means." Special Assistant Yang touched his nose.

Fu Zheng took out his cell phone, dialed Wen Liang's number, and threw it to Special Assistant Yang, "Tell her that I have a stomachache and ask the driver to pick her up."

Assistant Yang hurriedly picked up the phone, and heard that the call was connected. A warm and puzzled voice came from the microphone, "Hello, Fu Zheng?"

Special Assistant Yang glanced at Fu Zheng, who put his index finger in front of his lips and nodded at him.

"Fu Zheng?"

Seeing no sound in the microphone, Wen Liang shouted again.

"Ms. Wen, it's me." Special Assistant Yang spoke.

"Assistant Yang? What's going on?"

Special Assistant Yang glanced at Fu Zheng and sighed, "Boss Fu drank a little wine at a social gathering tonight. Unexpectedly, his stomach disease came back and he was in so much pain that he almost fainted. Please come to the hotel and take a look!"

Wen Liang's voice immediately became tense, "Has he been sent to the hospital? Why is he drinking again? Is he trying to kill himself?"

Special Assistant Yang was stuck for a moment and looked at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng shook his head slightly.

"No, Mr. Fu didn't go. He just asked someone to buy medicine."

"Send him to the hospital, in case he's bleeding!"

"..."

Special Assistant Yang glanced at Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang then said, "You have to carry him over. If he blames you, just put the blame on me."

"……Yes."

"I just checked. The nearest hospital to the hotel is Min'an Hospital. You guys hurry over there. I'm also getting ready to leave. Please keep in touch with me."

"……Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Special Assistant Yang looked at Fu Zheng innocently, "Fu...Mr. Fu, shall we go?"

I really can't blame him. He just said something a little bit serious and wanted Miss Wen to come over quickly. I didn't expect...

"You just happen to have stomach discomfort, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a doctor diagnose it."

Fu Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and stood up from the sofa.

……

Wen Liang had been planning to take a rest, but after receiving the call, he immediately changed his clothes and went out, quickly calling an online taxi.

"Aliang? It's so late, what are you doing?"

Wen Liang heard Huo Dongcheng's voice as he walked down the stairs.

She looked up and saw him putting his coat on.

"Brother Dongcheng, are you leaving?"

Just now, the aunt suggested that he stay, but he did not agree. Instead, he called his assistant to pick him up.

"Well, the assistant has arrived at the community."

"Fu Zheng has a stomachache and is at Min'an Hospital. I'll go see him."

"Oh? Then why don't you let my assistant take you there? This place is a bit remote, so it might not be easy to get a taxi."

"Will it be too much trouble for you?" Wen Liang hesitated.

Her order has not yet been accepted by a driver, and even if it is accepted, it will take time for the driver to arrive.

"What's the trouble? Min'an Hospital. It's on the way. I can go with you to see him."

"Then thank you, Brother Dongcheng."

"You're welcome."

Wenliang canceled the online car-hailing service.

After getting in the car, Huo Dongcheng asked his assistant to go to Min'an Hospital first.

He looked at Wen Liang beside him and saw that she looked worried. She kept checking her phone from time to time, as if waiting for some news. He comforted her, "Don't worry. The medical care in Beijing is very strong. She will be fine."

Wen Liang sighed, "Fu Zheng is really something. He knows that his stomach is not good, but he still drinks. He doesn't take his body seriously."

Huo Dongcheng smiled, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Although her tone was complaining about Fu Zheng, it revealed a sense of intimacy, unlike when she was facing him, always so calm, polite and distant.

Hospital VIP ward.

"If you feel unwell, come to the duty room and call me immediately." After giving the instructions, the nurse looked at Fu Zheng one more time and left.

According to the patient's own account, his condition was not serious. The doctor on duty had prescribed a gastroscopy for him tomorrow, but he refused and insisted on being hospitalized for observation for one night in a VIP single room.

He is really rich and willful.

Special Assistant Yang sent the nurse away and told Wen Liang the ward number.

Fu Zheng took the medicine, opened his laptop and started working.

After an unknown amount of time, anxious footsteps were heard in the quiet corridor.

"Miss Wen should be here, Mr. Fu..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Fu Zheng closed the computer, got up, walked to the bed, quickly lay down on it, and covered himself with the quilt.

Listening carefully, it seemed like two footsteps were intertwined.

Special Assistant Yang walked over, opened the door and took a look, and the expression on his face froze in an instant.

Wen Liang had come close and asked quickly, "How is Fu Zheng now?"

"Inside..." Special Assistant Yang found his voice again, nodded to Huo Dongcheng, made way for the two to come in, and said while pouring water, "Boss Fu just took medicine and fell asleep. Why is Boss Huo here at this time?"

"I was just about to go back to Nuanju when I heard that your President Fu was ill, so I sent Aliang over," Huo Dongcheng glanced at Fu Zheng on the hospital bed, then saw the laptop on the coffee table, and smiled meaningfully, "Special Assistant Yang is really busy. He is still working overtime at this time."