Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

"Mr. Qin..."

Zhang Huizhen's voice carried a deliberately softened huskiness and seduction, completely different from her usual dignified and noblewoman image. She leaned slightly forward, the snow-white skin and deep cleavage at her neckline faintly visible, her gaze complex as she looked at Qin Luo, her red lips slightly parted.

"I...I came to beg you...to show mercy and spare my son Kangxiong..."

As dawn broke, the morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the Mindu Yipin residence, casting hazy patches of light on the floor. The bedroom was silent, save for Qin Luo's steady, long breaths.

After an unknown amount of time, faint, unsteady footsteps could be heard outside the door, along with a barely audible click as the door lock closed.

That was when Zhang Huizhen left.

She arrived with a desperate determination and meticulously crafted allure, but left only a disheveled and exhausted state, her steps faltering, needing to lean against the wall every now and then to barely move. Her expensive dress was wrinkled, her stockings seemed to have a small tear, and her exquisite makeup was now smudged with sweat, tears, and the weariness of sleepless nights, appearing dull and forlorn.

With her last ounce of strength, she pressed the down button for the elevator, leaned against the cold wall of the car, and stared blankly at the changing floor numbers.

Last night, she set aside all dignity and pride, using every trick in the book to try and move that young but cold-hearted man. For her son, Fu Kangxiong, she was willing to pay any price. The lawyer's chilling words still echoed in her ears—"At least fifteen years," "Unless the victim forgives or withdraws the case"... Qin Luo was that key.

However, no matter how much she pleaded, hinted, or even humbled herself to try to trade in the most primitive way, Qin Luo's attitude remained unchanged.

He listened calmly, occasionally taking a puff of his cigarette, his eyes so deep that no emotion could be discerned. He made no promises regarding Fukuo Yasuo's fate, nor did he show the slightest sympathy or wavering.

Qin Luo wasn't heartless, but there were certain bottom lines that couldn't be crossed. Xiang Siyi was implicated because of him and nearly suffered misfortune, which had touched a nerve with him. Fu Kangxiong had to pay the price.

Moreover, he had already secretly laid a deadly trap. Once the seven-day period was up, Fukangxiong would die silently in prison, beyond saving even by a miracle.

How could he possibly change his plans to save someone who was destined to die just for a night's dew?
Zhang Huizhen's efforts were destined to be in vain.

……

Dragging her exhausted body back to the cold, empty villa, long devoid of the warmth of family, Zhang Huizhen didn't even have the strength to change out of the clothes she was wearing, clothes that filled her with utter humiliation. The servants were startled to see her return in this state, but no one dared to ask any questions, quickly bowing their heads and avoiding her.

Zhang Huizhen intended to go straight back to her room and lie down, but as she passed the master bedroom, she subconsciously stopped. The master bedroom door was ajar, and there was no light or sound inside.

An ominous premonition suddenly gripped her.

She gently pushed open the door. In the dim light coming from the corridor, she saw Fu Yongnian wearing pajamas, lying stiffly on the luxurious carpet in the bedroom, his body rigid and his posture contorted. One hand was still reaching towards the bedside table, as if trying to grab something, but ultimately failing to reach it.

Zhang Huizhen's heart clenched, she held her breath, and walked closer, trembling.

Fu Yongnian's face was pressed against the carpet, his eyes wide open, his pupils already dilated, his face still bearing the pain of death and a trace of unbelievable terror.

His body was already cold and stiff, clearly having been dead for some time. On the bedside table lay an overturned, empty medicine bottle, with a few white pills scattered beside it—his emergency heart medication.

Judging from the situation, it seems that after Qin Luo left last night, Fu Yongnian was shocked and frightened, and his emotions fluctuated violently, which led to a sudden heart attack.

He tried to get emergency medication but failed, and ultimately died alone in the empty, cold bedroom. The servants, due to their master's strict orders and the eerie atmosphere of the previous night, dared not enter the master bedroom without permission, and were only discovered by Zhang Huizhen at this moment.

Looking at the man who had once shared a bed with her, who had enjoyed immense glory, and who had ultimately died a vile and shameless death, Zhang Huizhen felt no sadness, only a numb chill and an absurd sense of relief.

he died.

The man who ruined half her life and even tried to push her out to sell her body before he died died quietly.

But then, even bigger trouble followed.

The news of Fu Yongnian's death could not be concealed and spread quickly.

As the chairman and largest individual shareholder of Fukuo Group, his sudden death was like a boulder thrown into a lake that was already turbulent due to Fukuo's arrest, instantly stirring up huge waves!

As soon as the stock market opened in the morning, Fuguo Group's stock plummeted like a kite with a broken string! Panic selling surged, and the stock price even hit the daily limit down at one point! Rumors spread like wildfire, with speculations about internal turmoil within the Fu family, succession issues, and a business crisis rampant, further exacerbating the stock price decline.

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Hualong Capital, in the top-floor office.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Ling Yue wore a well-tailored dark gray business suit, her posture upright and her temperament aloof.

She crossed her arms and calmly watched the stock price chart of Fuguo Group cascading down like a waterfall on the LCD screen opposite her. The green numbers kept jumping, each jump representing the evaporation of enormous wealth.

Behind her, a team of elite traders was working diligently and efficiently, exchanging instructions and market information in hushed tones.

"President Ling, just as you predicted! With Fu Yongnian's death, Fuguo's stock price has collapsed!"

A young analyst wearing gold-rimmed glasses could not hide his excitement, his tone filled with admiration.

"You are truly a prophet! You gave us advance notice so we could prepare!"

Ling Yue shook her head slightly, her voice calm and undisturbed.

“It’s not that I’m a prophet. Someone told me that Fu Yongnian… doesn’t have long to live.”

The image of Qin Luo's calm yet resolute expression flashed through her mind.

He didn't elaborate, but she understood the underlying meaning. Fu Yongnian had to die, and soon. Considering the recent turmoil in the Fu family and Fu Yongnian's own health condition, the implications of "soon" were self-evident.

Her keen business sense immediately seized the opportunity. With Fu Yongnian's death, his personal holding of approximately 30% of the Fuguo Group shares, based on the law and his chaotic private life, would most likely be divided among his several undisclosed illegitimate children, as well as Zhang Huizhen, Fu Kangxiong, and others.

The Fu family will completely lose control of the Fuguo Group. Internal power struggles and dispersed shareholding will inevitably lead to chaos in corporate governance and a continuous decline in stock price.

This is the perfect opportunity for Hualong Capital to enter the market, buy at the bottom, and even seek to acquire a controlling stake!

"Pass the word down," Ling Yue turned around, her gaze sweeping over the team behind her, her cool voice carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"According to the original plan, let's begin. Within half a month, I want to see Fuguo Group's stock price... halved. This will clear obstacles and pave the way for our next acquisition."

"Yes, Mr. Ling!"

The team members perked up and responded in unison, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

……

The finest in Fujian.

After Zhang Huizhen left, Qin Luo turned over and continued to sleep soundly until he was awakened by a cheerful cell phone ringtone.

He reached for his phone, squinting at the caller ID—it was Xiang Siyi.

"Hey?"

Qin Luo's voice carried the languidness of someone who had just woken up.

"Qin Luo! Qin Luo! I passed! I passed the city's preliminary selection!"

Xiang Siyi's excited and joyful voice came from the other end of the phone, like the most beautiful lark in the morning.

"Next week I'm going to Minxia City to participate in the pre-provincial competition training! I'll be with Su Moran! I heard that many of the contestants in this provincial competition are from professional modeling agencies, so the competition is fierce. Therefore, the organizing committee has arranged a short-term training program to help them improve!"

Xiang Siyi's voice was filled with anticipation for the future and a hint of nervousness.

As Qin Luo listened, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He could imagine her jumping for joy right now. "Congratulations. Prepare well and bring back a championship."

"Yeah! I'll try my best!"

Xiang Siyi nodded vigorously, then her tone became somewhat coquettish and reluctant.

"It's just... I'll be gone for a week, which is a bit long... Sister Yang has gone back to Yanjing, and you'll be home alone... Won't you get bored at night?"

Qin Luo's heart stirred slightly. Indeed, with Yang Mimi gone and Xiang Siyi leaving for another week, this huge house would indeed feel particularly cold and lonely at night.

He said it half-jokingly.

"It's going to be a bit tough. Why don't you just not go?"

"How can that be done!"

Xiang Siyi immediately objected, but then softened her voice.

"I...I'll definitely come back to be with you before the competition! And it'll only be a week, it'll go by quickly!"

Qin Luo smiled and stopped teasing her.

He remembered something, picked up another phone, and operated it a few times.

Xiang Siyi's phone soon received a text message notification.

She took her phone away and looked at it. Her eyes widened instantly, and she stammered.

"Qin...Qin Luo! You...why are you transferring money to me again?! And...and ten million?! That's too much! I don't need it!"

"Isn't the money a husband earns meant for his wife to spend?"

Qin Luo's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of self-righteousness in his smile.

"Here, buy whatever you want. Don't deprive yourself during the training camp. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Old...husband..."

Xiang Siyi's cheeks flushed instantly, her heart filled with sweetness, a mixture of shyness and joy, and she muttered something under her breath.

"Who...who is your wife..."

But he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

This ten million was not only a huge sum of money for her, but also a testament to Qin Luo's love and care for her.

The two chatted for a few more minutes until Qin Luo noticed it was getting late and remembered that he had an appointment with several veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctors, Qi Huangrui and Zhong Yixian, to treat critically ill patients at the hospital. Only then did he hang up the phone.

He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and took a cold shower. The icy water stimulated his skin, quickly waking him up. He dried himself, changed into clean clothes, and was about to go out—

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

Doorbell rang.

Qin Luo was puzzled. Who could it be at this time? He walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

Two police officers in uniforms stood outside the door, their expressions serious.

Qin Luo frowned and opened the door.

"Hello, are you Mr. Qin Luo?"

One of the older police officers showed his police ID, which indicated that he was from the Chengbei Branch.

"I'm."

Qin Luo nodded.

"Mr. Qin, we received a report that last night at 'Old Wang's Barbecue Stall' on Hualin Road in the University Town, you had a conflict with several customers at a neighboring table and physically assaulted one of them, is that correct?"

The police officer got straight to the point, speaking in a businesslike tone.

Qin Luo did not deny it.

"That's true. They verbally harassed my friend and started the physical altercation."

"Regardless of the reason, it is wrong to resort to violence."

"That's what another young policeman said."

"According to the materials provided by the complainant and the hospital's forensic examination, the man surnamed Huang who was injured by you suffered three broken ribs and hemopneumothorax. The assessment result is minor injury level two. According to relevant laws, this constitutes the crime of intentional injury. We are now summoning you back to the branch office to assist in the investigation."

Minor injury, level two?!
Qin Luo frowned.

He knew the weight of this assessment. Intentionally causing minor injury can, depending on the circumstances and the perpetrator's attitude, result in a maximum sentence of up to three years imprisonment.

This is no longer a simple public order case.

Those four thugs... actually went to the police station to get their injuries checked so quickly, and even got a minor injury assessment (level two)? There's probably more to this than meets the eye.

Although I kicked that blond guy last night, I controlled my strength. At most, he should have suffered a fracture, not a serious minor injury like level two, let alone a hemothorax. Either the medical examination was wrong, or... the other party deliberately made the injury worse.

"I will cooperate with the investigation."

Qin Luo suppressed his doubts and spoke calmly.

He knew that resisting or arguing at this point would be pointless and would only make things more complicated.

He took out his phone and sent a text message to Qi Huangrui and Zhong Yixian respectively.

"I'm sorry, something urgent has come up, and I can't keep my appointment at the hospital today. Please don't wait up for me."

After sending the text message, he left Mindu Yipin with two police officers and got into the police car parked downstairs.

Qin Luo, who had just gotten into the police car and was heading to the North City Branch, was completely unaware of all this.

He was simply pondering what was hidden behind last night's seemingly ordinary conflict.

The atmosphere in the spacious lounge outside the special needs ward area of ​​Mindu City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was completely different from usual. On ordinary days, although there are many people coming and going, they are mostly anxious family members of patients or medical staff rushing around. But today, early in the morning, dozens of elderly people, some with white hair and others with vigorous spirits, gathered in the lobby.

They were dressed either in simple Zhongshan suits or comfortable cotton and linen Tang suits. Each of them had a calm demeanor and bright eyes. They greeted each other familiarly, talked in hushed tones, and most of them had expectant and relaxed smiles on their faces.

These people include almost all the leading figures in the Minnan traditional Chinese medicine community, the presidents and chief physicians of major traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, as well as some elderly gentlemen who are hidden in the city but have superb medical skills.

They gathered here for only one reason—to wait for Qin Luo.

Since his last visit to Qi Huangrui's hospital, Qin Luo had used his miraculous "Nine Curves and Thirteen Needles" technique in a single day to save more than twenty critically ill patients who had been given a "death sentence" by Western medicine. (End of Chapter)