Lian City, hospital.
Qing Sihui lay on the hospital bed as a nurse came to change his dressing.
A thumb-sized scar marked his face, and his side and lower back bore burns of varying degrees, the largest being as big as a palm.
However, the liquid had splashed onto him like water droplets, leaving behind mottled black wounds.
After enduring the pain to tend to his wounds, he sat up in bed and looked at Lan Shu, who was sitting beside him. "Did the police look for you yesterday?"
Lan Shu's arm and the back of her hand were injured, and she had been hospitalized for observation for a day, scheduled for discharge today.
Before her discharge, she had specifically come to see Qing Sihui.
"Yes, they asked about the specific situation that day." Lan Shu's expression was calm. "But that woman is your friend, so you'll have to handle it yourself."
Qing Sihui had brought the woman he was casually seeing, and everything was going according to plan, but he hadn't expected to get injured in the end!
Truly a case of a rooster trying to steal a fish but ending up losing its own bait.
Thinking back on his foolish actions, Qing Sihui wished he could kill the woman who threw sulfuric acid.
"I'm glad you're alright."
Qing Sihui harbored some suspicion towards Lan Shu, but seeing her cooperate so well with the police investigation and her sincere demeanor, showing no hint of acting, he chose to trust her.
"Speaking of which, I'm very sorry," Qing Sihui sighed.
Lan Shu looked at the bandaged Qing Sihui, a piece of gauze on his face and another wrapped around his arm, appearing rather disheveled. She found it amusing but didn't let it show too obviously.
"It was all an accident. No one wanted it to happen, so you don't need to blame yourself too much." Her tone was gentle, and her beautiful eyes met Qing Sihui's, her lips curving into a slight smile.
That smile was as pure and beautiful as a snow lotus on Mount Tianshan.
Qing Sihui looked at her, deeply captivated by her smile. "Yaoyao, haven't you remembered our past yet?"
Lan Shu shook her head. "Let's just go with the flow."
She truly couldn't recall their past, but little did she know that in her subconscious, Lan Shu was repelling that dark past experience.
Knock, knock, knock—
At that moment, someone knocked on the hospital room door.
The door opened, and Qing Sihui's secretary walked in. "Mr. Qing, Miss Lan is here too."
Seeing his secretary enter, Lan Shu immediately stood up. "Since you have something to discuss, I'll be going now." She said to Qing Sihui, "Rest well, and I'll come see you again when I have time."
"Alright."
Qing Sihui nodded slightly and watched Lan Shu leave the room.
After the door closed, he asked his secretary, "What is it?"
"Qing Muye's companies have all gone bankrupt, and even his sole remaining company, Zhuo Rui Technology, is barely holding on. Now that Zhuo Rui Technology is struggling, it's the perfect time to acquire it."
Then, the secretary briefly summarized the situation of Qing Muye's various companies for him.
Listening to the secretary's analysis, Qing Sihui nodded. "How much usable capital does the company have now?"
"Several projects are underway simultaneously, and all the funds have been invested. Currently... I'm afraid there isn't any extra capital." The secretary replied truthfully.
Qing Sihui's expression turned cold, and he glanced at the secretary. "If there's no capital, why are you talking to me about an acquisition?"
"But this is the best opportunity. Once it's missed, it's truly missed," the secretary said cautiously, adjusting his glasses.
"I understand."
Qing Sihui raised his hand to rub his temples and waved him away. "You can go."
"Yes." The secretary answered, turned, and walked towards the door.
After taking only a couple of steps, Qing Sihui called out from behind him, "Contact finance and find out exactly how much liquid capital we have left."
He had waited many years, all for the purpose of taking everything from Qing Muye.
This time, he could not miss it.