Fu Yanhe sipped his dicine with an elegant and noble grace, his fingers clutching the bowl, slender and symtrical, emanating a sculptural texture: "No need."
He knew his little wife harbored many secrets.
Secrets, after all, were more interesting when he unearthed them himself.
Wu Fang nodded with a straight face, and after Fu Yanhe finished his dicine, handed him the tablet that had been prepared early on: "Young Master, there has been activity on the 094 front. Last night, a batch of drugs in country Y was hijacked by them."
Liu Fang, who had just co in to conduct Fu Yanhe’s daily physical examination, expressed a hint of surprise: "Didn’t 094 open their own biological research institute? Logically, they should have more dicinal resources than us."
"Why the crazy act of robbing our dicine?"
"It is said that 094’s Group 01 leader, Money-Grubber, urgently needed a thousand-year-old ginseng for a prescription. Such ancient ginseng is hard to find, and the only one available happened to be in our possession. Once they caught wind of it, they ambushed our brother transporting the herbs."
Wu Fang’s mouth twitched, recalling the ssage received yesterday, a look of indescribable frustration appeared: "The one leading the ambush this ti was their Group 02 leader, Siase Cat. He certainly didn’t walk away empty-handed; he even left a card for our brothers."
"He claid it was for the dical expenses of the injured brothers."
is an internationally renowned dical company, while Net is a well-known technology company worldwide.
But Net only masquerades as a technology company, with many projects under its umbrella covering dicine, jewelry, clothing, shopping malls, and so on.
One is in dicine, the other in technology - their forces didn’t overlap, and they developed amicably on the international stage.
Until two years ago.
The young master encountered Group 01 leader Money-Grubber in country M and both took a liking to the sa herb. Not only did he pay to have it delivered to him, when Money-Grubber offered a high price to buy it, he refused her.
And not just a refusal, but he teased her, saying that if she revealed her real face, he would give her the herb.
This directly infuriated Money-Grubber, and the two fought from country M to Daxia, both seriously injured, and the grudge began there.
All those cats from 094 hold grudges.
With the young master holding down the fort at Net’s headquarters, things were fine, but with him gone, they turned the place upside down. In these two years, Net’s dicinal supplies have often been robbed by them, almost becoming a habit.
However, ever since the young master was injured and returned to his country, the most aggressive of them, Money-Grubber, had also disappeared, her whereabouts unknown.
Fu Yanhe flipped through the information on the tablet with an indifferent look: "It’s just a ginseng; let them have it."
"Don’t bother reporting to about such minor matters in the future."
His main focus wasn’t on Net, but on the unknown poison in his body and the truth behind the car accident that had occurred.
Wu Fang: "..."
Just a ginseng?
That’s a millennium blood ginseng, which could cause a frenzy if word got out!
Only the young master could dismiss the value of such a treasured ginseng so casually.
Wu Fang nodded: "Understood."
Fu Yanhe looked up slightly, glancing at Liu Fang standing beside him: "Has the blood test report co out?"
Liu Fang nodded solemnly, handing over a file: "It has."
"Young Master, a component of a biotoxin nad Getrich, which caused a brief global panic three years ago, has been detected in your blood."
Wu Fang, stunned, blurted out: "Getrich? How is it Getrich?"
Getrich – a na that sounds harmless and auspicious, yet its actual effects are brutally cruel.
Those infected with Getrich initially experience great discomfort, chills, fevers, breathing difficulties, and chest tightness. Over ti, patients develop symptoms such as vomiting blood, convulsions, and coma.
In the later stages, as the toxin perates every organ, the internal organs gradually corrode and harden until the victim dies in agony from the poison.
This thing, they say, was developed based on historical foreign alchemy, with ssy ingredients and composition, and as of now, there is no antidote.
Liu Fang himself had broken into a cold sweat upon detecting the presence of Getrich.
At the sa ti, they felt relieved, grateful that the young master had been fortunate enough to encounter the highly skilled Lady Doctor.
Otherwise, the young master would have only been able to await death in agony.
A dark haze flashed across Fu Yanhe’s extrely black pupils, his hand gripping the tablet tightened slightly, and the veins on the back of his pale hand bulged.
He had been poisoned after he returned to the Fu Family.
The Fu Family was just a wealthy clan in Haicheng, and their company’s projects did not include pharmaceuticals, so how could they have gotten their hands on Getrich, the drug that had been popular internationally three years ago?
The dining room fell into a silent stillness.
Monts later, Fu Yanhe’s cold black eyes half-closed, his pale lips slightly parted, and a cool voice slowly rose, "Check the Fu Family."
There must be secrets within the Fu Family that he had not yet discovered.
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After being driven out of the Fu Family and arriving at the mall, Shen Yanhe, who had been planning to find so part-ti work, heard the ding-dong of her phone.
With a boxing gym’s sparring partner recruitnt flyer in hand, she pulled out her phone with her free hand and glanced at it.
On the large-font WeChat account, she saw that soone with a Siase cat avatar and the nickna ’Make a fortune’ had sent her a photo.
The photo showed a well-preserved ginseng root.
[Make a fortune]: Got the item.
Shen Yanhe’s eyes flickered slightly, her step faltered, and she tapped on the screen.
[He Miao]: Thank you.
[He Miao]: I’ll treat you to a al when you’re back in the country.
Without waiting for ’Make a fortune’ to reply, Shen Yanhe opened Song Shiwei’s chat box, sending her a ssage to ask where she was, then pocketed her phone and continued to look at the part-ti job flyer in her hand.
The flyer offered 600 yuan a day for a part-ti sparring job at the boxing gym, with the gym taking a 10% commission, which was significantly more profitable than handing out flyers for 50 yuan a day.
After a mont’s thought, Shen Yanhe, holding the flyer for the boxing gym, slowly followed the marked route towards the gym.
At that ti.
Song Shiwei, the person Shen Yanhe was worrying about, stood in a bridal shop, arms crossed, watching with an expressionless face as Fu Yu, eyes bloodshot and face filled with rage, blocked her way.
Jiang Yun was right; Fu Yu had gone mad upon learning of Qi Yunqian’s engagent to Song Shiwei, confronting Song directly and cornering her in the bridal shop.
"Song Shiwei, what kind of love potion have you fed Yunqian brother?" Fu Yu’s eyes were rimd red, her delicate and beautiful face slightly contorted.
"Yunqian brother had clearly said he would marry ! Why did you have to interfere?"
Song Shiwei raised an eyebrow and looked at Fu Yu indifferently, remaining silent.
Her hand holding the phone casually slid across the screen.
Ignoring her, Fu Yu mistook Song Shiwei’s silence for a broken pride from prison ti, her tone becoming increasingly imperious, "Yunqian brother is mine!"
"Song Shiwei, if you have any sense, break off the engagent with him on your own initiative!"
"Don’t forget." Fu Yu walked toward Song Shiwei, drawing closer, venom filling her beautiful eyes, "You are now a penal laborer, a woman with a criminal record, and you are not worthy of Yunqian brother."
"Your existence only brings him disgrace!"
Fu Yu glared at her maliciously, "Song Shiwei, why are you even alive? Your life is not only a disgrace to Yunqian brother but also to the Song family."
"Did you know? After you were imprisoned, in the attempt to exonerate you, your brother had his leg broken and can now only struggle to survive abroad, and your mother, because of the sha you brought to the Song family by going to jail, died from anger..."
"Slap!"
Before she could finish, Song Shiwei slapped her across the face.
Song Shiwei was just retracting her hand, still tingling from the force of the slap when a low voice tinged with anger suddenly ca, "Song Shiwei! What are you doing?"
She looked up to see Qi Yunqian, who was supposedly too busy at the company to accompany her to choose a wedding dress, striding toward her furiously.
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