After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Wu Ziqi was not upset by Vivian's expulsion. She looked at Vivian and said, "Please don't be so naive. We are all very sad about what happened to Editor-in-Chief An. Miss Jiawei sent me here just to see if there is anything we need to do. I hope you don't misinterpret our intentions."

Vivian glared at Wu Ziqi: "My aunt and I don't need your hypocrisy. If it weren't for you and Li Jiawei, my aunt wouldn't have left Meishang. If she hadn't left Meishang, she wouldn't have encountered all this!"

Wu Ziqi looked at the emotional Vivian and said nothing more. She took out a bank card from her bag and handed it to Vivian: "There is 500,000 yuan in this card. I hope it can help you reduce some of your recent burdens."

Vivian glanced at the bank card with disdain and sneered, "We don't need your money. My aunt and I don't need the 500,000 yuan. Do you think I will forgive you if you give us 500,000 yuan? You are wishful thinking."

"I know you don't need it, but this is a small token of our company's appreciation. Besides, we didn't do anything wrong, so we don't need your forgiveness." Wu Ziqi put the bank card on the bench. "The password is six zeros." She pointed to the package on the ground. "It contains some toiletries and daily necessities. You should be able to use them."

After that, Wu Ziqi ignored Vivian and walked to the glass window of the intensive care unit, looking at An Ling inside. Looking at the instruments around her and the gauze wrapped around her body, as a colleague for many years, she felt indescribably sad when she saw this scene.

But now, this is all she can do to help. Before leaving, she turned to Vivian, who was glaring at her, and said, "Ms. Jiawei said that if you need anything, you can call her anytime."

Vivian looked at Wu Ziqi's departing back, angrily picked up the bank card on the bench, and threw it in the direction where she left with all her strength: "Who wants your fake kindness, who wants your money!"

After throwing the bank card, Vivian still felt unsatisfied, so she kicked the package at her feet hard, kicking it far away, out of sight and out of mind. After venting her anger, she picked up the half-drunk milk tea and took a deep sip, still angry and still not satisfied.

Seeing Vivian venting her anger, the policewoman stood up helplessly and picked up the bank card. There was 500,000 yuan in the card. She had worked for five or six years, but she had not yet saved 50,000 yuan in the bank card.

When Vivian saw the policewoman pick up the bank card, she asked, "Why did you pick it up?"

The policewoman smiled and said, "There is 500,000 yuan in here. Do you know how much you can do with 500,000 yuan?"

Vivian bit the straw and drank her milk tea in silence.

The policewoman sighed and advised, "I can see that your aunt is not short of money. But have you ever thought that she is so badly injured and has so many wounds that she will definitely have scars. Women all love beauty, and she will definitely want to repair the scars in the future. Do you know how much it will cost to repair the scars?"

At this point, the policewoman took Vivian's hand and put the bank card in her hand: "Take it for your aunt. She still has a long life ahead of her. This 500,000 yuan can solve a lot of problems. Don't be stingy with money."

After hearing what the policewoman said, Vivian finally tightly grasped the bank card in her hand, tears falling down her face.

Seeing that Vivian did not refuse the bank card, the policewoman smiled and walked over to the other side, picked up the package, unzipped it and checked the items inside: "Toothbrush, toothpaste, face towel, facial cleanser, thin blanket...your colleague prepared everything. It seems that I can call my colleague and don't need to prepare extra things for you."

Vivian looked down at the items in the package, feeling mixed emotions and a bloated and sour feeling in her heart.

She turned her head and looked at the corner at the end of the corridor, forcing a smile.

Wu Ziqi walked out of the hospital, got in the car, and called Li Jiawei: "Jiawei, I'm out of the hospital."

Li Jiawei asked: "How is An Ling? Is he seriously injured?"

Wu Ziqi replied, "He's seriously injured, his whole body is wrapped in bandages, and he's still in the intensive care unit. I asked the doctor, if he doesn't have a high fever tonight due to inflammation, he can be transferred to a general ward tomorrow. Also, the 500,000 you asked me to give you has already been given to Vivian."

Li Jiawei sighed. Just now, she learned from other channels that the police had summoned Mr. Wang, and it was very likely that Mr. Wang had kidnapped and tortured An Ling.

She said, "Give the girl in the company who has a good relationship with Vivian a few days off and let her stay with Vivian in the hospital. If there is anything we can help with, let her tell us in time."

Wu Ziqi nodded: "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, just stay at home and take good care of yourself for the next two days."

Li Jiawei replied: "My fever has gone away, nothing serious is wrong."

Wu Ziqi asked: "When will you come back to work?"

Li Jiawei sighed: "I won't be going back to work recently. I have something to do and need to go back to Xishi. Please take care of the company's affairs. If there is anything, call me in time."

Wu Ziqi replied: "Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Jiawei was in a low mood and lay on Xiao Yi's chest. Xiao Yi stroked her hair and asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you so unhappy?"

Li Jiawei gently and continuously tugged at his pajamas and said, "I just feel that things are unpredictable. The last time I saw An Ling, I could still feel the ambition in her eyes. Although she left 'Meishang', I never thought that she would be devastated. I have always been optimistic about her future. But I didn't expect that in less than half a month, she would encounter such a thing!"

Xiao Yi comforted her, "Don't think too much. Now we just need to do our best to help her. And if you hadn't pursued her for falsifying accounts, she might have been in jail now."

After hearing what Xiao Yi said, Li Jiawei suddenly raised her head and asked uncertainly: "Xiao Yi, if I had investigated the matter thoroughly and she had been in prison, would her life not be in danger?"

Xiao Yi was stumped by Li Jiawei's question. After thinking for a while, he said, "Weiwei, none of us can predict the future. As long as our starting point is good when we make a decision, no matter what bad things happen afterwards, we should not make irrelevant associations and regret the previous decision!"

Li Jiawei hugged Xiao Yi's neck and said, "I know. How can there be such a cruel person in the world who would paint on a person's wound and put glass fragments into the wound and then sew it up!"

Xiao Yi was actually very scared, after all, Li Jiawei and Universal Pictures had already had several conflicts. He couldn't imagine what crazy things he would do if the torture An Ling suffered happened to Li Jiawei.