Hou Wendong walked into the VVIP hospital room and approached Li Hanyu. He slightly bent forward, using both hands to present a small note.
Li Hanyu, always perceptive and sensitive, imdiately noticed the change in Hou Wendong’s attitude toward her, now more respectful than before.
She slowly extended her hand to take the note, briefly scanning its contents, then discreetly folded it twice and neatly tucked it into her jacket pocket, saying softly:
"Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Hou."
Hou Wendong maintained a perfectly asured smile, responding with elegance:
"Madam, you flatter . It’s my duty."
Li Hanyu casually asked once more:
"Is the scene properly handled? How exactly did those two people die?"
Hou Wendong knew the answer Li Hanyu wanted to hear, and replied accordingly:
"Rest assured, Madam, the scene was handled very cleanly. Li Shang also ntioned that no clues were left behind.
As for those two bodies, their deaths were horrifying, they certainly suffered inhuman torture. The pain they experienced was probably a hundred tis worse than being blown up directly."
"Good, that’s very good!"
Li Hanyu’s lips curved into a chilling smile, a mixture of maternal tenderness and the satisfaction of revenge.
Hou Wendong held his breath, watching this elegant woman slowly walk toward the large fish tank.
The bluish glow of the repair liquid flickered across her face, casting fragnted shadows of light and dark.
Her reflection intertwined with Qian Huan’s broken body on the glass, resembling a distorted Madonna and child.
"Huan’Er, mommy avenged you..."
She lightly touched the cold glass with her fingertip, tracing her son’s mangled silhouette,
"But that’s not enough, is it?"
Watching this seemingly warm scene, cold sweat dripped down Hou Wendong’s back. He discreetly retreated toward the door, closing it gently.
"Don’t worry, mom will make sure to preserve your legacy until you wake up."
Li Hanyu’s voice echoed in the room like a dream,
"Luckily, you have a devoted and loyal follower under you, so mom was able to figure out a way..."
Just then, the door opened again.
Wang Xinfa ca in, followed by Du Changle, who looked like a Maitreya Buddha.
Wang Xinfa’s suit was impeccably tailored, and the diamond on his tie clip shimred under the light, clashing with the bleak atmosphere of the hospital room.
His gaze lingered on the fish tank for a mont, then fell on Li Hanyu’s injured eye, and his brows imdiately furrowed in an arc of concern.
The gloom and madness on Li Hanyu’s face vanished, replaced by a mournful expression, her change so swift it was like switching masks.
"I’m sorry, there’s a eting on the Executive Governnt side, I..."
Wang Xinfa quickly stepped forward, grasping Li Hanyu’s shoulders, his voice full of compassion,
"What did the doctor say?"
Li Hanyu leaned against his shoulder, her single eye glistening with tily tears while the bandage covering her other eye made her even more pitiable:
"The doctor said, Qian Huan’s condition is very bad..."
Her fingers tightly gripped Wang Xinfa’s suit lapel, like a helpless little woman, softly sobbing.
Du Changle stood nearby, his round face full of humble smiles, yet his eyes discreetly scanned the entire hospital room.
From the data on the life monitor, to Qian Huan’s appearance in the fish tank, to Li Hanyu’s delicate and pitiable expression.
Du Changle’s squinty eyes, like a scanner, were gathering all the information.
Like the most considerate husband, Wang Xinfa gently comforted Li Hanyu for a long ti before seemingly rembering sothing, and introduced:
"Oh, my mory! This is Du Changle, after hearing about Qian Huan’s incident, he insisted on coming over to visit."
Li Hanyu wiped away her tears, gratefully looking at Du Changle:
"Although I don’t work at the Executive Governnt, I’ve heard your na many tis, I know you are a capable aide under the mber of Parliant, thank you for coming to visit, thank you so much."
Du Changle’s face broke into a simple smile, his round face easily evoking goodwill.
Wang Xinfa gently patted Li Hanyu’s back, his tone gentle to the point of cruelty:
"Qian Huan’s condition is indeed heartbreaking, but the proposal has already passed with the Executive Governnt, it can’t be delayed.
I’m planning to have Changle temporarily manage the Second Prison, what do you think?"
Wang Xinfa’s voice was gentle, his face smiling, but to Li Hanyu, it only conveyed a chilling indifference.
She had anticipated that Wang Xinfa would find soone to replace Qian Huan, and she was ntally prepared for it, but she never expected Wang Xinfa to act so quickly, unwilling to wait even a day longer.
This kind of decisiveness and coldness was beyond Li Hanyu’s imagination.
Du Changle took a step forward, apologetically interjecting:
"Madam, please don’t worry, I have already agreed with the mber of Parliant before coming that I would only temporarily take on the role of Prison Director at the Second Prison, to help through this difficult period."
He paused for a mont, his small rounded eyes filled with sincerity:
"As soon as Prison Director Qian awakens and recovers, he can resu his duties at the Second Prison, at which point, the mber of Parliant will transfer back to the Hidden Sect’s special operations departnt.
Don’t laugh at , Madam, having spent so much ti at the Hidden Sect, I’m really a bit reluctant to leave."
His earnest appearance would make anyone think that Du Changle was an honest man being pushed into a tough spot by Wang Xinfa.
With words said to this extent, Li Hanyu had no room to say "no."
If she were to express even the slightest dissatisfaction, she might receive Qian Huan’s death notice by night.
"There’s no need."
Li Hanyu wiped away her tears and looked up at the reflection in Wang Xinfa’s glasses. Her voice choked with determination:
"There’s no need to temporarily manage it. From now on, let’s trouble Changle with it."
At the first "no," a coldness flashed in Wang Xinfa’s eyes, but then they gradually ward, and the corners of his mouth curved with satisfaction.
"Originally, I disagreed with sending Qian Huan to the Second Prison, but it was his late uncle who insisted on him going there for so toughening up."
Li Hanyu stood up, gently breaking away from Wang Xinfa’s hand, and walked to the fish tank. Her fingers lightly stroked the glass, her voice trembling:
"Now look, he’s been so toughened up that he doesn’t even have a piece of intact skin left and is going to join his uncle in the afterlife..."
The hospital room fell into a brief silence.
Du Changle tactfully cleared his throat:
"Madam, you overstate it, Prison Director Qian is young and capable, just unfortunately hard by vile people. But I believe with Madam’s care, his awakening is just a matter of ti..."
Li Hanyu quickly interrupted Du Changle’s blessing; this wasn’t a blessing, it was a death sentence.
This man hasn’t even beco a prison director yet, and he’s already so insidiously scheming. If he really takes charge of the Second Prison, how can Qian Huan survive?
Li Hanyu’s face turned even more delicate, full of maternal radiance:
"Let the mber of Parliant decide about the ss at the Second Prison; I just hope my son can wake up. Once he wakes up, I won’t allow him to return to such a dangerous place as prison.
I only have one son, I don’t expect him to succeed, I just want him to stay by my side.
If he can wake up then, I hope the mber of Parliant can find a safe and leisure place for Huan’Er, just give him a relaxed role."
Wang Xinfa’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, casting a aningful glance at Du Changle.
Du Changle’s whole body trembled with fat, instantly piling on a look of fear, the corners of his eyes wrinkled like chrysanthemums.
"Don’t say such foolish things."
Wang Xinfa didn’t let Du Changle speak further, he stood up and moved to embrace Li Hanyu from behind, his sigh full of pampering,
"Is Qian Huan only your son?"
The warm breath brushed past her ear,
"He is my son too..."
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