Chapter 179 — Young Master Bing

So although Li Cihua cut a domineering figure outside, before the man behind the scenes he remained careful and cautious, watching every step.

"Boss..." Li Cihua dialed the number of the man behind him.

"Say it fast if you have business, I am in a meeting." Once the call went through, the impatient voice of the man behind him came over the line. Everyone else treated Li Cihua with utmost deference, but this man alone never took him seriously at all.

"Boss, Li Yao and Zhang Long... have been in a car accident..." Li Cihua said carefully.

"If they crashed, send them to the hospital. With their constitutions, minor injuries mean nothing. Why tell me? Anything else?" the boss behind the scenes said impatiently.

"Boss... it is not a minor injury..." Li Cihua said with a bitter face. "Boss, their tire blew out on the national highway, and the car rushed straight off into a mountain gully..."

"Seriously injured?" The voice of the boss behind the scenes sank, as if he had finally begun to take the matter seriously.

"Dead..." Li Cihua said.

"What? Dead?" The boss's voice showed clear shock. "Wait a moment, I will step out of the conference room to speak with you."

"All right." Li Cihua hastily agreed.

After a while, the voice of the boss behind the scenes came again from the other end. "What happened? Killed in a car crash? Two Huang-stage masters?"

"Boss... it happened like this..." Li Cihua dared not conceal anything, and told how he had met Wei Zhao yesterday, how Wei Zhao had refused to cooperate when he sought talks with him, and how he had then sent Li Yao and Zhang Long to get rid of Wei Zhao...

"Wei Zhao..." The boss repeated the name. "Was this affair his doing?"

"Boss, I am not certain... but judging by appearances, it must have been a master on Li Yao's level..." Li Cihua said.

"On Li Yao's level, which is to say early Huang-stage? Are you certain?" the boss asked.

"Basically certain." Li Cihua said.

"Very well, I understand this matter," the boss said flatly. "I must return to my meeting, but do not think I will not hold you responsible. Behave yourself for a while. Besides, Xiaobing will come to your place to play for a few days..."

"Yes, yes, you mean Young Master Bing? Wonderful. Boss, rest assured, I will certainly entertain him well." Li Cihua hastily promised. This Young Master Bing was called Zhao Qibing, the boss's illegitimate son by another woman. Of course, few people knew of this, and Li Cihua was one of those in the know.

On the surface, Zhao Qibing was a rising young entrepreneur in the province, but without the support of the boss behind the scenes, he could never have grown from small beginnings to greatness.

Hanging up the phone, Li Cihua breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by the boss's tone, at least he had no intention of replacing him, and his pursuit of the matter was far milder than he had imagined.

Yet the boss's decision to send his illegitimate son to his side showed that he was more or less displeased with him. Sending Zhao Qibing over carried at least some meaning of watching him. Li Cihua knew very well what kind of man Zhao Qibing was, a typical spoiled young master, perhaps repressed too long by his illegitimate status and now bursting out, even more arrogant and dissolute than the boss's younger son.

So this could also be called a good opportunity. As long as he catered to his tastes and made Zhao Qibing comfortable and satisfied during his stay here, then everything would be settled.

At this thought, Li Cihua's mood brightened again...

When Wei Zhao returned to school, it was just the fourth period after the break exercises.

"Boss, you are too awesome, skipping class every day..." Kang Xiaobo turned around and whispered.

"It is still the police station business, not finished yet." Wei Zhao said.

"Oh, so that is it," Kang Xiaobo said, and hearing it was still police business, he asked no more.

"Are you free this weekend?" Wei Zhao suddenly remembered Tang Yun's talk of a barbecue at her home, and asked.

"Weekend? Yes, what is it, Boss?" Kang Xiaobo had nothing much to do anyway, and hearing Wei Zhao had plans for the weekend, he grew excited at once.

"Tang Yun's mother has invited us to her house for a barbecue this weekend. Are you going?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Tang Yun's mother? No way? Boss, you have already made great progress?" Kang Xiaobo stared with wide eyes, looking at Wei Zhao in disbelief. "Visiting her home so soon?"

"Can you stop overthinking?" Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. "I only gave her a recipe, she probably tried it successfully, and is inviting us to eat as a token of thanks. Are you going or not?"

"Going, of course I am going." Kang Xiaobo nodded hastily.

"Then we will be in touch on the weekend." Wei Zhao shook his head to see Kang Xiaobo even more eager than himself.

...

Guan Xin worked a day-and-night shift, twenty-four hours on duty and twenty-four hours off.

However, Guan Xin was in a poor mood. She had waited with a glad heart for Wei Zhao to come and have his dressing changed, only to wait a day and a night without his coming. Distracted and dazed until the end of her shift, Guan Xin at last could not help asking the head nurse in the same department whether Wei Zhao had come for dressings these past few days. The head nurse had some recollection: Wei Zhao's last dressing change had been several days before, and he had never come again since...

Hearing the head nurse's words, Guan Xin felt disappointed... She did not know why she so looked forward to seeing Wei Zhao, even looking forward to coming to work while resting at home, something that had never happened before...

Was it because Wei Zhao had taken a bullet for her? Or was it something else... Guan Xin did not know. In any case, not seeing Wei Zhao left an empty feeling in her heart.

She worried about his wound in her heart. A gunshot wound did not heal so easily. By all reason, he should not have recovered, so why had he stopped coming for dressings? Was he deliberately avoiding her...

A young woman's thoughts are always complicated. Once Guan Xin began to let her imagination run wild, she fell to worrying over gain and loss...

When she got home, she saw her grandfather merrily and energetically turning the soil in the small courtyard, apparently planning to plant something.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Guan Xin walked into the small courtyard of her family's villa.

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