Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 102

There was a two or three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Um."

Two hours later, Ye Zong was taken to a private hospital arranged by Song Qingtong.

The surgery lasted more than three hours, including tendon reattachment, wound cleaning, fracture fixation, and blood transfusion.

Ye Qinglian sat outside the operating room the entire time without moving.

Chen Li sat on a chair at the other end of the corridor, watching the sky outside the window change from the bright white of the afternoon to the orange-red of the evening.

He didn't treat Ye Zong for two reasons: first, he felt Ye Zong wasn't qualified; second, he didn't want Ye Qinglian to worry, since although they were familiar with each other, their relationship was one of both enemies and friends.

The operating room door opened.

The doctor came out, took off his mask, and his expression was hard to describe:

"The tendon ruptured for too long, and the severed ends retracted significantly. Although it was surgically repaired, the chances of recovery are very low. The patient will essentially lose motor function in all four limbs and will require long-term care."

Ye Qinglian stood in front of the doctor, and after listening, she said nothing.

She went into the ward and stood by her godfather's bedside for a long time.

Ye Zong was still unconscious, his body wrapped in gauze, his limbs in casts and braces, and the waveforms on the monitor were steady and slow.

The setting sun shone through the window, casting a thin layer of gold on his pale face.

Chen Li stood at the door of the ward without going in.

After a while, Ye Qinglian turned around, her eyes red but she didn't cry.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but every word was as steady as a nail driven into the ground:

"My godfather is crippled, and I'm now in charge of the Vermilion Bird Hall."

She took two steps toward Chen Li, stopped less than a step away from him, and said earnestly;

"If you cooperate, I'll settle the score with you for what Chang Geng owes."

Chen Li looked at her and nodded:

"I'm going to Emerald Manor tomorrow afternoon. Gather all the capable people from Vermilion Bird Hall; I want to take a look."

Ye Qinglian turned around and sat down again beside her godfather's bed. The ward was so quiet that only the faint, rhythmic beeping of the monitor could be heard.

On the same night.

Mingyuan Tea House.

After listening to his subordinate's report, Lu Changgeng put the walnut he was holding on the tea table.

The sound of walnuts hitting the rosewood tabletop was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet tea room.

Both men sent out were killed. Although Ye Zong was crippled, he was rescued by Chen Li and is still alive.

He remained silent for a long time, his fingers slowly tracing the walnut shell, before finally uttering a single sentence:

"Have the security company prepare. That brat from the Chen family can't be allowed to live past this month."

He felt that the longer Chen Li lived, the more difficult it would be to eliminate him.

The light shone down from above, turning the tea on the tea table into a dark red mirror, reflecting the old man's expressionless face.

This time.

Lu Changgeng was now determined to kill.

……

It was completely dark when Chen Li left the hospital.

He received a call from Ye Qinglian on his way back to Bihu Longting. Her voice came through the receiver, sounding calmer than when he was in the hospital, but the tension was still there.

"Come to Emerald Manor at 2 PM tomorrow. I've made all the arrangements; everyone from the Vermilion Bird Hall will be there."

"Hmm." Chen Li held the steering wheel with one hand. "Has your godfather woken up yet?"

"He woke up once in the middle of the night, said a few words, and then fell asleep again." Ye Qinglian paused for a moment. "His first words were 'Let Qinglian be the hall master,' and if Lu Changgeng disagreed, then we would fight."

Having faced life and death, Ye Zong finally saw the situation clearly and knew that there was no way to retreat.

"He's sober now," Chen Li said with a hint of sarcasm.

"He's always been clear-headed, but he's afraid that Lu Changgeng, who's been afraid his whole life, will eventually ruin himself with fear." Ye Qinglian's voice paused for a beat on the other end of the phone. "What do you want to talk about at tomorrow's meeting?"

Chen Li thought for a moment and said:

Two things.

"First, the Vermilion Bird Hall will be officially announced to be under your management. You must publicly state that you are cutting ties with your godfather and that the dirty things he did in the past have nothing to do with you."

"Second, lay out all the manpower, financial resources, and territory that the Vermilion Bird Hall can use. I need to know exactly how much capital you have."

"And then?" Ye Qinglian asked curiously.

"Then I need to settle some accounts. How do you plan to repay what Lu Changgeng owes your godfather, plus what he owes me?"

Chen Li said decisively.

Ye Qinglian was silent for a few seconds:

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Li placed it on the center console.

The light from the streetlights outside the car window slid in and out in sections. The carriage was quiet for a while. Then he dialed another number. It was Song Qingtong's number.

"How's your investigation going?"

Song Qingtong's voice was accompanied by the background noise of turning over documents:

"The statements of the three people from the security company have been taken, and it has been confirmed that they are from Lu Changgeng's direct team."

"Adding the Vermilion Bird Hall bronze token on Guigu's body and the scene of Ye Zong's attack, these two things combined, I can file a case against Lu Changgeng for 'suspected organization of malicious public security incidents,' but we have to go through the procedures, and I can't take action against him in the short term."

"It's okay." Chen Li's car stopped at the red light. "You don't need to touch him. You just need to not stop me when I touch him."

There was a few seconds of silence on Song Qingtong's end, then she whispered:

"Be careful. Lu Changgeng won't wait for you to set up your plan before making a move. The power behind him shouldn't be underestimated."

Chen Li replied:

"Don't worry, I'll show this old bastard what fear is!"

Chen Jia returned to Shanghai. He didn't go to Bihu Longting or his old house. After receiving a call from Mu Ningshuang, he went to the Mu family home as arranged.

He had just parked the car when Mu Ningshuang, wearing a nightgown, walked to the door, crossed her arms, and leaned against the doorpost, her two snow-white mounds rising up, giving off an indescribable allure.

"The busy man has finally come to see me."

Mu Ningshuang teased, her tone laced with jealousy.

"I've been quite busy lately, and I didn't call you because I was afraid it would bother you..."

Chen Li walked inside, explaining with a smile.

"Forget it. There's Lu Xue, who can dance, in the old neighborhood, and Chen Jia, who is known as Little Yuan Ying, is living in the Bihu Longting villa. Now she's hooked up with Ye Qinglian, the adopted daughter of the Zhuque Hall Master."

Upon entering the living room, Mu Ningshuang poured wine and continued her teasing:

"They're all stunning beauties, how can we compare? It's only our turn to be chosen after all this time."

"If all else fails, I'll drag Xiaowen over too, and we can form a trio. Surely the two of them are more attractive than one of them, right?"

Chen Li felt a chill run down his spine and said speechlessly:

"Why did you drag Xiaowen into this? Besides, do you think I'm that kind of person? Don't insult my innocence."

Mu Ningshuang handed him a glass of wine, sat on his lap, and said seductively:

"I know Xiaowen quite well. I can hear the admiration and worship she has for you in her words. If she really comes, who knows what might happen?"

"nerve."

Chen Li gave her a two-word evaluation.