bestfiction Chapter 238 I'm Not Going
Chapter 238 I'm Not Going
While listening to Shen Feiwan speak, Chen Youen searched on the computer, but she found nothing.
"What happened to his wife and children? I can't find any relevant information on your computer."
"Car accident." Shen Feiwan's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone; she must have been walking briskly. "His wife and children were in a car accident, and it was quite serious."
“A car accident…” Chen Youen frowned. “Although it sounds cold-blooded of me to say this, isn’t this for the best? It’s a good opportunity to hold him back. So you don’t need to rush over there. I’m afraid you might suddenly die on the way, you know?”
"Don't worry," Shen Feiwan's voice held a weary smile, "I'm not that easy to kill. As for people like that—"
Her tone suddenly turned cold. "He's a spy now, do you think he has any conscience? I don't think his wife and children can keep him here. So I have to go there myself and find a way to forcibly keep him here."
"Forced? What are you going to do, Wanwan? The real world is completely different from the online world. Don't you dare get yourself involved."
Shen Feiwan's soft laughter suddenly came from the other end of the phone, "Don't worry. Although I'm very anxious, I'm still rational. You should focus on conserving your energy so you can help me with things later."
"So what are you planning to do? Can you give me a hint? Maybe I can help you right now."
"It's not convenient for me to talk here right now." Shen Feiwan's voice suddenly became muffled, with background noise. "There are a lot of people here, I'll send you a message. I'll hang up now."
The moment the call was disconnected, Chen Youen received a message from Shen Feiwan.
Shen Feiwan said, "I asked Hua Ling for help to use legal means to keep him out of the country. Once he's caught committing a crime, he won't be able to leave. I'll get back to work now."
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Nancheng Airport.
Hua Ling personally came to pick up Shen Feiwan.
The moment she saw Shen Feiwan, she was shocked. "Good heavens, you look terrible. Did you not sleep well last night?"
It wasn't just that she didn't sleep well last night, but Shen Feiwan didn't tell anyone everything.
She smiled and said, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come all this way, Sister Hua. I could have just taken a taxi to the hotel myself."
Hua Ling smiled, her red lips curving upwards. "My nightlife is just beginning at this hour, no trouble at all. By the way, I've already found the person you wanted. Shall we go to the hotel to discuss it in detail?"
"So fast?" Shen Feiwan was somewhat surprised.
Hua Ling raised an eyebrow. "Of course, for these kinds of gray-area matters, you should come to me. Efficiency guaranteed, completion guaranteed!"
As they talked, the two got into Hua Ling's carriage.
Hua Ling handed Shen Feiwan a bottle of water, "Although this honey trap is low-level, as long as Chai Ming takes the bait, he'll be in big trouble."
As she spoke, she looked at Shen Feiwan with a half-smile, "If you want his crime to be even more serious, I can add some other stuff to it."
“No need,” Shen Feiwan interrupted decisively. “I don’t want any of us to get into trouble. Actually, this method is a last resort in an emergency.”
“Hmm,” Hua Ling nodded knowingly, “I understand, then let’s proceed as planned.”
Hua Ling was a smart person; she didn't ask any questions that Shen Feiwan didn't reveal, and just focused on doing what Shen Feiwan asked her to do.
She asked the driver to turn on the car stereo, and soft music flowed gently, perfectly filling the silence.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Hua Ling handed Shen Feiwan a room key. "Since we've decided to proceed as planned, I'll make the arrangements and keep you updated on the progress. I won't see you upstairs."
Shen Feiwan unbuckled her seatbelt and took the room key. "Thank you."
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It suddenly started to rain, and the night scene in the southern city unfolded in the rain.
Upon returning to Nancheng, Shen Feiwan was suddenly filled with a myriad of emotions.
I drew back the curtains and saw that right across the street was Bo's office building. At this hour, the building still had lights on; I wondered who was still working overtime.
The rain outside the window suddenly intensified, and the raindrops pattered against the glass.
Shen Feiwan stared blankly at the rain, when an untimely thought suddenly popped into her mind—would her gunshot wound and fracture ache on such a gloomy, rainy day?
However, she quickly dismissed the idea, as there were more important things waiting for her to do.
She's actually very sleepy right now; she almost fell asleep while taking a shower in the bathroom.
Now that she was finally in bed, she didn't dare to sleep too soundly. She turned her phone volume up to the maximum, afraid of missing any messages from Hua Ling.
Inside the Bo Group building, which stood in stark contrast to the Bo Group building, Song Yanzhou pushed open the door to the president's office.
As soon as he entered, he saw that Bo Junxing, with one hand in a cast, was still signing documents.
He blurted out, "Are you crazy? I didn't believe it when I heard you were still working overtime today. Your hand and the injury on your chest, are they all healed?"
Bo Junxing didn't even look up, using his uninjured right hand to open the next document. "I've been recuperating for more than half a month and only came to the company for one day. These are just things I did on the spur of the moment."
Song Yanzhou pulled out a chair opposite his desk and sat down. "You're just making a fuss. You should stay home and recover tomorrow."
"By the way," he said, then suddenly leaned over to ask Bo Junxing's opinion, "Old Master Meng has been hospitalized recently, and I'm planning to visit him in the next couple of days. Would you like to come with me?"
Bo Junxing glanced at the cast on his left arm. "Go like this? I think it's better to forget it. My father has already gone, so I won't go."
"Now you're minding your image?" Song Yanzhou laughed at him. "Why didn't you think about that when you came to the company today?"
Bo Junxing didn't say anything more, and stood up while buttoning his suit jacket with one hand.
The way he buttoned his shirt aggravated his wound, and he frowned almost imperceptibly. "I'm getting ready to go home now, aren't you leaving?"
“Come on, of course I’m going home too.” Song Yanzhou stood up and asked again, “Are you really not going to see Old Master Meng?”
"Don't go."
"You've got so much free time."
"You're the one with free time."
“The key is that you can’t just stay at home recovering. I’m afraid you’ll become withdrawn if you don’t go out, especially since you were dumped so badly.”
Bo Junxing: "...Remember to ask for personal leave when you go to the hospital to see a patient, otherwise your salary will be deducted according to the rules and regulations."
"Damn it, I was thinking of you, and you're still eyeing the measly little bit of my basic salary! You bloodsucker!"
Bo Junxing didn't want to talk to this annoying friend.
He initially only had arm pain, but now his damn chest is starting to hurt too.
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Shen Feiwan didn't get to sleep for long.
She was woken up around 3 a.m. by a phone ringing at full signal.
Struggling to open his eyes, he saw that it was indeed a call from Hua Ling.
She adjusted her tired voice and then answered the phone.
"Hey, Sister Hua, did it work out?"