Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Hospital Encounter (1)

Fu Qing Han didn’t lift his eyes from the papers. He only said blandly, “Did you find his information?”

“We did, but that’s what’s strange.” Song Jun Hao frowned. “Based on the surveillance we pulled and the movement analysis, he was the one who tried to assassinate you. But when we found him, he was already unconscious, and…”

Song Jun Hao hesitated, stopping mid-sentence.

Fu Qing Han lifted his gaze slightly, signaling him to continue.

Song Jun Hao was Fu Qing Han’s most capable subordinate. He had grown up in the Fu family and had developed a habit of keeping his emotions off his face, yet now he looked unusually hesitant. “Second Young Master, this man is named Han Cheng. He’s thirty this year. His parents died early on. He’s not married, and he survives on odd jobs and welfare. Because he had polio, he’s almost completely lost control of his hands. And based on his past, his relationships are simple – he’s always been honest and well-behaved.”

At that point, it was perfectly clear.

How could someone with disabled hands become a killer with powers?

But it really had been him.

Fu Qing Han’s distinct knuckles rested, loosely interlaced.

There was no extra emotion in his eyes. Calmly, he said to Song Jun Hao, “Go to the hospital later and take a look at him.”

“Yes, Second Young Master.”

A disabled man whose hands could barely move had tried to assassinate him. A twenty-year-old girl had saved his life in a fantasy-like way.

The direction this was going seemed more and more interesting.

Fu Qing Han removed his gold-rimmed glasses and gently rubbed his temples. He stood, his tall figure instantly blocking the sunlight, yet forming a strange scene, as if countless beams and shadows burst from behind him.

That light looked hazy, as if tiny flecks of brightness danced softly.

It didn’t feel quite real.

And beyond the floor-to-ceiling window was the city’s sprawling, glittering prosperity.

Song Jun Hao lowered his eyes, still thinking over the information he had uncovered.

…

Jiang Shi Yue watched Song Li Na get sent back to the ward. She yawned lazily, then called Li Wen. The message was simple: soon there would be another video that needed him to spread.

Li Wen had been cursed out badly yesterday because of the haunted house video, but it had also unexpectedly gained him tens of thousands of followers. In the internet age, popularity was money. A good thing like that was nearly impossible to find.

He practically wanted to sign a long-term friendly partnership with Jiang Shi Yue, and he kept painting her a beautiful future.

“When we make money, I’ll take sev-”

But Jiang Shi Yue cut him off. Generously, she said, “Great. When we make money, we’ll split it fifty-fifty.”

Li Wen froze. The “you take three” that almost slipped out got choked back. Inside, he was crying. The equipment was his, the fans were his, the marketing was his, and he handled filming and editing too, yet now he had to split the money down the middle.

It was killing him.

But then Jiang Shi Yue added, “Actually, logically, the split should be me seven and you three. But I’m too loyal to friends, so I’ll let you earn a bit more.”

Li Wen: …

Then thank you. Thank you and your whole family.

Of course, he didn’t dare say it. He had seen Jiang Shi Yue’s fighting ability. He used to think his persona was a villainous street thug, but now someone even more villainous had appeared.

What else could he say!