Middle-aged tycoon: Twins come knocking on his door when he goes home for Chinese New Year

Meanwhile, in a VIP ward at the Third Hospital of Han City.

Looking at his son Song Hao lying on the hospital bed with his lower body wrapped in thick bandages, Song Feng felt heartbroken and tears streamed down his face.

Song Hao looks terrible now; both of his legs have been broken.

Most importantly, the man's symbol was also told by the doctor that it had suffered a severe injury. Although it was saved, it would basically be unusable in the future.

Song Feng gripped the edge of the bed, his eyes bloodshot, and asked:

"Haohao, tell Dad, what exactly happened yesterday? Who beat you up like this?"

"Tell Dad, Dad will definitely kill him!"

Faced with his father's persistent questioning, Song Hao simply shook his head blankly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Dad, I don't know... They were all wearing masks, and I didn't even know the man who hit me..."

He dared not say it was because he was caught in the act of cheating on women, and because the experience that night was too terrifying.

Those men in black were nothing like ordinary thugs; the oppressive feeling they exuded still makes him tremble when he thinks about it now.

Unable to get any information, Song Feng sighed, walked out of the ward in frustration, and went to the smoking area at the end of the corridor.

He lit a cigarette with trembling hands, took a deep drag, and coughed violently from the smoke.

It's really a leak in the house that happened to rain in the night.

This morning, he had just arrived at the company and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when the big boss called him into his office.

There was no explanation, just a dismissal notice.

Moreover, the company's legal department produced a thick stack of documents.

The document contained evidence of his embezzlement of public funds and taking kickbacks over the years, with every single instance clearly documented. Even some of his own forgotten debts were brought to light.

The company has officially sued him and is demanding compensation for all losses.

Her son was crippled, she lost her job, and now she faces huge compensation claims and imprisonment.

This series of blows aged the middle-aged man ten years overnight.

Song Feng chain-smoked, his brow furrowed.

He still couldn't understand which deity he had offended.

Just when he was in despair, his cell phone suddenly rang.

After the call connected, the voice of my old friend Wang Ziqiang came from the other end:

"Hey, Lao Song, I've heard about what happened to you."

Song Feng seemed to have grasped at a straw:

"Brother Qiang! You have to help me! I've been framed!"

Wang Ziqiang chuckled on the other end of the phone, his tone relaxed:

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"Although I don't know who's messing with you, I, Wang Ziqiang, still have some influence in this small city of Han."

"I'll have someone handle your lawsuit for you, try to drag it out as much as possible, or find someone to take the blame."

"Also, our group happens to have a big project that needs people. Why don't you come and be my project director? I'll double your annual salary."

Upon hearing this, Song Feng was so excited he almost knelt down on the other end of the phone, repeatedly saying:

"Thank you, Brother Qiang! Thank you, Brother Qiang! You are like a second parent to me! From now on, my life belongs to you!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Feng finally felt relieved, and the gloom on his face dissipated considerably.

And in the hospital ward.

Song Hao lay alone on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, filled with resentment and hatred.

Although he didn't know whose people those were last night.

However, during this period, the only person he offended, or rather, the only person he had a grudge against, was Dai Yuqian's poor boyfriend, Li Menghan.

Although reason told him that Li Menghan, that poor food delivery guy, could never afford such powerful thugs, nor did he have such great power.

However, human intuition can be quite strange sometimes.

He always felt that this matter was inextricably linked to Li Menghan.

Song Hao gritted his teeth, because the excessive force aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

But the hatred in his eyes only intensified.

He muttered to himself in a low voice:

"Li Menghan...it doesn't matter whether it's you or not."

"You just wait."

"Once I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll definitely not let you get away with this!"