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In the ward, the mont after Ai Jiang closed the door, Han Jingnian turned to his assistant, Zhang Te, "Check it out."
Zhang Te, who understood what he ant, imdiately nodded his head and proceeded to make a phone call.
Secretary Sun, who had been with Han Jingnian for many years, sensed he had more pressing matters to attend to. Taking the hint, he said, "President Han, I’ll co get these docunts tomorrow morning. I have to go ho now, my two kids are waiting for to cook dinner."
Han Jingnian nodded, accepting Secretary Sun’s words.
Once Secretary Sun had left, Zhang Te imdiately went to Han Jingnian’s bedside, "Tonight, Mada went to the Beijing Grand Hotel for a dinner party with Gu Yuzhi. Among the guests is old Song, who is notorious for drunkenly harassing female collaborators... "
Before Zhang Te could finish, Han Jingnian stretched out his right hand and pulled the IV needle from the back of his left hand.
His action was quite rough, causing a sudden surge of blood from the puncture site on the back of his left hand.
"President Han, what are you doing?" exclaid Zhang Te, as he rushed to the bedside and pressed the ergency call button.
Han Jingnian ignored Zhang Te’s alarm, and simply took a cotton ball to apply pressure on the bleeding wound.
Watching this painful scene, Zhang Te subconsciously covered the back of his own left hand, then looked at Han Jingnian. Seeing him showing no sign of pain, he spoke up, "Go get the car ready. I need to visit her place."
"President Han, You can’t go now. You have a fever, and Doctor Xie said you need to rest. Rest! I can go in your place. I guarantee that Mada is fine... "
During Zhang Te’s rant, Han Jingnian disregarded him completely. He took off his hospital clothes, stepped into the bathroom and began to change.
"President Han, I will record the entire process for you. I swear on my life that Mada..."
Before Zhang Te could finish, Han Jingnian erged from the bathroom, fully dressed. He swept a cold glance at him, "Do I need to repeat what I just said?"
Zhang Te was so frightened that he couldn’t utter another word, yet he still hesitated, unable to find reassurance.
Han Jingnian narrowed his eyes, "Zhang, Cheng!"
At that, Zhang Te didn’t dare to waste another second. He turned and rushed out of the room to start the car.
After Zhang Te left, Han Jingnian went back into the bathroom. He was still running a fever, but he swiftly washed his face, shaved his beard, put on his watch, and took a plaster. He applied it on the wound on the back of his left hand as he hurried out the door.
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From her hiding spot at the hospital, Ai Jiang, who had never left, watched Han Jingnian get into the car and leave the hospital. She couldn’t help but smirk.
Tonight, was there really a docunt that Secretary Sun failed to bring? Or did she silently steal the docunt while Sun wasn’t looking, just as an excuse to co to the hospital?
And tonight, was it coincidental that Xia Wan’an’s colleague couldn’t attend the party? Or did she lull Gao Lin into bribing the colleague?
The reason she had Xia Wan’an attend the party tonight was twofold: one, there was the overbearing old Song at the party, who could leave Han Jingnian believing she was actually being entangled and rush over; and two, Gao Lin planned to deal with Xia Wan’an tonight.
She had cunningly laid this trap for so long, waiting just for today, to expose the cunning face of Xia Wan’an in front of Han Jingnian!
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