fiery fall

Shen Changfeng's eyes turned red instantly, and his voice trembled: "How could you become like this? How could you be like this? Who did it!"

"Dad, it's Shen Ennan, it must be Shen Ennan!"

Shen Anyan raised her hands, wanting to touch her face but not daring to touch it. She looked at her father ferociously with a pair of bloody eyes, "Dad, do you know? Last night, just last night, Shen Ennan sent someone to pour concentrated sulfuric acid on my face. Face, she ruined my most important beauty!"

"This bitch, I want her to die, I want her to die!"

It was the first time that Shen Changfeng saw his daughter in such a state of collapse. Although he was distressed, he still had a trace of reason.

Shen Ennan is simply not capable of doing such a thing in Beicheng Prison. Only Fu Qianbei, and only that cold-blooded man can take such cruel revenge...

Shen Changfeng thought of something, and a chill rose in his heart.

The next second, the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was the call from the company secretary, "Mr. Shen, the company's stock price has almost fallen and is bankrupt. Mr. Sun from Rising Sun Group wants to have a chat with you."

Shen Changfeng said with a sullen face: "Tell Mr. Sun that I will be there in half an hour."

"Yes."

"Dad, have you thought of a way to save me? Contact the best plastic surgeon for me. My face, my face must get better, and I must kill that bitch!"

Shen Anyan's slender and bloody hands passed through the iron window and held her father's arm tightly. Her tone was a little crazy: "Dad, as long as there is no Shen Ennan, Fu Qianbei will like me, and then the company will be saved!"

Shen Changfeng's face darkened and he patted her hand, "Dad will save you, just wait for me."

Shen Anyan nodded with trust.

Before the ten minutes were up, Shen Changfeng left the prison early. He could see that his daughter was mentally abnormal. If she had a mental certificate, she might be able to be released from the prison.

But now he has more important things. After seeing Fu Qianbei's revenge methods again, he will definitely let Fu Qianbei annex the company and discover the secret of the year...

After Shen Changfeng left, Shen Anyan's sharp voice was the only thing left in the gloomy prison.

The prison guard kicked the iron door with a cold face. The banging sound scared the people inside and cowered in the corner, afraid to continue screaming.

"It's so noisy. If I keep making more noise, I'll piss you off again today!"

"No, you can't. My dad will save me and my face will get better!"

"Get better? Just stay here until you die! And your face will never get better. The superiors have ordered that as long as the scabs form, they will be poured again to keep your face in a state of pus!"

"No, no, I rely on my face to make a living..." Shen Anyan's wailing sound came again.

The prison guard found it too noisy, so he locked the door and left, blocking out the harsh noise.

Changfeng Film and Television Company, the conference room door opened.

Mr. Sun from the Rising Sun Group came out with a smile on his face and patted Shen Changfeng on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, since Changfeng Film and Television is now a subsidiary of the Rising Sun Group, we will never watch it go bankrupt."

Shen Changfeng forced a smile, nodded and bowed: "Thank you Mr. Sun and Xuri Group for your help."

"It's easy to say, you clean up the office this afternoon, and I will send someone to take over your position as CEO tomorrow. From now on, you don't need to be so tired, just be a happy director!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Sun, everything will be arranged properly."

After seeing Mr. Sun off, Shen Changfeng dismissed all those who followed him and returned to the CEO's office.

Looking at the office that was entirely his own aesthetic preference, the middle-aged man's vision suddenly went dark. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and held on to the tabletop to keep from falling down.

He is resentful...

Everything I have planned over the years has been used as a wedding dress for others.
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The situation at the hospital is completely different.

In the ward, Jiang Yan reported Shen Changfeng's movements to Fu Qianbei, "Shen Changfeng went to the prison and saw Shen Anyan's current miserable situation. When he returned to the company in the afternoon, he signed a contract with the Rising Sun Group and sold the entire company to the Rising Sun Group." Fu Qianbei stared at the data report on the computer, his pale face taking advantage of the coldness, "Don't let the guy in the prison die easily, it's best to live a long life."

"Yes, I have taken care of it."

"As for Shen Changfeng and his company, I want him to go bankrupt and liquidate within a month, and I also want his accurate financial information over the past few years."

Jiang Yan asked in confusion: "It's easy to go bankrupt, but Mr. Fu, what use do you need the financial information of this small company?"

Fu Qianbei closed the computer, "I suspect that the bankruptcy of the Shen Group was closely related to him."

Jiang Yan understood and nodded respectfully, "I will get this done."

Before Jiang Yan sorted out the company documents and left, Fu Qianbei asked him one more thing, "Find the best vegetative treatment institution or sanatorium in the world."

Jiang Yan knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, and nodded in agreement.

A week later, Zhang Lan took Shen Changfeng on a special plane to a vegetative research sanatorium abroad for treatment.

Shen Ennan went to the airport to see them off with her veil on.

Before boarding the plane, Zhang Lan held her daughter's hand and said with emotion: "Ennan, thank you, mom."

She knew very well that Fu Qianbei had no kindness towards her and her husband, and he was willing to go to such great lengths just for the sake of her daughter.

Shen Ennan hugged Zhang Lan and said, "Okay, we don't need to say these polite words as a family. Fu Qianbei is my husband and we are also a family."

"My mother was too stubborn before."

Shen Ennan cherished the happiness of this moment and said with a smile: "Let's board the plane first. Fu Qianbei has made arrangements at the nursing home. After his and I recover from our injuries, he will go over to visit dad. I hope dad can wake up soon."

"Well, your father will wake up." Zhang Lan's tone was full of expectation, "When your father recovers, the reason why the Shen family went bankrupt will come to light."

Shen Ennan smiled firmly, "Yes."

Shen Ennan watched the private plane take off before returning to the hospital.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Qianbei was usually resting in the ward at this time.

Shen Ennan opened the ward door without knocking.

Walking to the bedroom, Shen Ennan saw Fu Qianbei sitting on the bed, looking at the tablet intently.

This week, Fu Qianbei recovered quickly, his face became much less pale, and his temperament was cold and dignified. If the doctor hadn't been worried that the wound on his body would re-open, he wouldn't have been sick at all.

As Shen Ennan approached, he asked aloud: "Husband, why don't you rest?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Qianbei subconsciously covered his tablet with the quilt, "Back?"

Shen Ennan sat beside the hospital bed, slightly confused, "What are you looking at?"

"Jiang Yan sent me some official business." Fu Qianbei's eyebrows were cold and calm, and he placed the tablet on the bedside table.

The big hand with clear joints held Shen Ennan's slender little hand, and he lowered his eyes and curled his lips.

Her fingers were white and slender, without any decoration at the moment.

But Fu Qianbei could imagine that she would look very beautiful with a ring on her ring finger.

It's a pity that Mr. Fu can strategize in the mall, but he can't measure the circumference of his wife's fingers with the naked eye.

Seeing that he kept playing with his hands, Shen Ennan couldn't help but feel his face heat up, "Your wound will open."