From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou stared at the remaining medicinal porridge, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with difficulty.

One can tolerate too much salt, but the herbs mixed in are bitter and astringent, with a strong odor that lingers on the tongue.

With each swallow, something rises up into my stomach.

Mu Qingying sat on the edge of the bed, a snow-white napkin neatly draped over her lap. Her gaze followed the spoon in his hand, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation hidden in her expression.

Lu Yunzhou didn't dare to stop.

She endured the heat for a full four hours, and the back of her hand still bore the red marks from being burned by the edge of the pot.

The red stain on the fair skin was particularly striking.

He had to grit his teeth and drink the remaining porridge.

The porcelain spoon scraped across the bottom of the bowl, making a soft sound.

After taking the last bite, Lu Yunzhou put down the empty bowl, his stomach churning violently.

He suppressed his throat, abruptly stood up, and headed for the bathroom.

"I'm going to wash my face."

Lu Yunzhou closed the door, leaned against the door for a moment to catch his breath, and then bent over to support himself against the sink.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and a layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The medicinal food in his stomach rushed to his throat. He coughed several times, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, but he couldn't vomit it up.

The cold water from the tap was flowing, temporarily suppressing the nausea that was surging within me.

While Mu Qingying was packing up the lunchboxes outside, she scooped up half a spoonful of the remaining porridge from the bottom of the pot.

As soon as she took a bite of the porridge, her brows furrowed.

The strong salty taste masked the bitterness of the medicine, and my tongue quickly went numb.

She covered her mouth, spat the porridge into the trash can, and hurriedly drank half a cup of water. Her face turned somewhat pale.

The coughing coming from the bathroom made her stop what she was doing.

She stared at the closed door, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the edge of the lunchbox.

Lu Yunzhou was rinsing his mouth when the door was pushed open.

Mu Qingying's eyes reddened: "It tastes so awful, why did you lie to me?"

Lu Yunzhou pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth: "You've been busy for hours, I can't just throw it away."

Mu Qingying stood at the door, her chest tight with discomfort.

She has hardly ever been in the kitchen since she was a child.

The online tutorial said to add an appropriate amount of salt, but she wasn't sure about the amount and was afraid the porridge would be bland, so she added a full four spoonfuls.

Lu Yunzhou was willing to finish the drink because he was afraid she would feel uncomfortable.

Mu Qingying lowered her head: "I won't do anything reckless again. You're still injured; what if you upset your stomach?"

Lu Yunzhou patted her shoulder: "A bowl of porridge won't hurt me. If you want to learn, I'll accompany you in the future."

After saying that, he released the sink and walked steadily out of the restroom.

Mu Qingying raised her head, her attention focused entirely on his right foot.

Lu Yunzhou not only didn't use crutches, but his walking was also unaffected.

He walked around the ward and then did two leg flexion and extension exercises.

The fracture site no longer hurts, and the injury under the ribs has subsided.

Mu Qingying grabbed his arm: "Does Dr. Luo know how much you've recovered?"

Lu Yunzhou paused for a moment: "She's been checked. We'll observe her one more night, and we can complete the formalities tomorrow."

Upon hearing Luo Qingyi's name, Mu Qingying recalled the locked hospital room door from the inside that morning, and questions still lingered in her mind.

But Lu Yunzhou had just woken up, and she didn't want to ask any more questions at this time.

The smell of medicinal food in the ward hadn't dissipated yet.

Lu Yunzhou felt his stomach churning again, so he simply changed out of his hospital gown and took Mu Qingying outside the hospital.

There's a home-style restaurant at the street corner.

He ordered clear soup noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and a serving of beef.

Only after eating the hot noodles did the bitter taste in my stomach subside.

Mu Qingying didn't eat much.

She placed her chopsticks across the bowl and brought up the kidnapping again.

"Let's call the police and let them investigate those people."

Lu Yunzhou pressed down on his water glass: "Calling the police now will scare people away."

There were no public surveillance cameras near the cold storage plant, and the SIM card used by the kidnappers was a temporary card.

The fact that they were able to take Mu Qingying away from the wetland park and avoid patrols and main road cameras shows that they had already figured out the nearby routes.

More importantly, the other party knew his identity.

The Yuanchuan Contract, the Yundian Black Card, and Mu Qingying's travel arrangements were all thoroughly investigated.

Anyone who gets this information is definitely familiar with Sheng'an's underground connections.

Once the news of the police being called leaks out, those people will immediately change locations.

The leader will also hide.

Lu Yunzhou must first find out who is behind the scenes by grasping the clues.

Mu Qingying gripped her chopsticks tightly: "But I'm even more worried if you go to investigate alone."

Lu Yunzhou looked up at her: "I won't risk my life again. Once I find the evidence, I'll hand it over to the police immediately."

That statement was only half-said.

The other party can come after him, but if they mess with Mu Qingying, they'll have to pay the price.

Those who should be arrested will be handed over to the police, and he will personally collect the debts that need to be paid.

At 10 p.m., Lu Yunzhou dropped Mu Qingying off at Chunhe Road.

Ye Churan had left the lights on in advance, and the living room windows were lit with a warm yellow light.

Before getting out of the car, Mu Qingying checked his phone's location twice and asked him to send a video as soon as he returned to the hospital.

She held onto the car door: "Don't turn off your phone, and don't run around."

Lu Yunzhou nodded: "Let's go upstairs, I'll wait for you to come in."

He didn't turn the car around until the lights on the third floor came on.

Back at the hospital, the nurses had just finished their rounds.

Lu Yunzhou lay down for more than ten minutes until the corridor returned to quiet before taking out the dark-colored tracksuit that Pang Wei had delivered that afternoon from the closet.

The brim of the hat was pulled low, and the face was covered by a mask.

He walked out of the ward with a black bag of garbage in his hand and blended into the passageway usually used by the support staff.

Next to the underground laundry room is a small door for transporting supplies. The lock is old and in disrepair, but it can be opened by lifting it up slightly.

Lu Yunzhou bypassed the parking lot exit and walked out through a narrow alley behind the hospital.

The night wind blew on his face as he went through the events at the cold storage plant again.

The man in the lead spoke with a local Sheng'an accent and wore three silver studs in his right ear.

The man was wearing a brass ring on his right hand when he took the black card.

A coiled green snake is engraved on the face of the ring.

The snake's head faces right, and its tail wraps around the entire circle, with dark green rust accumulating in the groove.

Lu Yunzhou used to deliver food, often running around Heishui Street in the early hours of the morning.

Once, while delivering food into a back alley, he encountered several gang members surrounding a new recruit and giving him a lecture.

Those people were all wearing the same bronze rings.

The shop owner had also reminded him that it was an identification badge from the Crimson Scales Society.

The Red Scales Society mainly operated in Blackwater Street, providing services such as security and debt collection, as well as taking on jobs that couldn't be done openly.

Lu Yunzhou finally found his direction.

Half an hour later, he stood at the entrance of Blackwater Street.

Mahjong parlors, barbecue stalls, and underground gambling dens are crammed onto one street.

A drunk man vomited while hugging a utility pole, while several young men blocked the entrance to the billiard hall and shoved each other.

Two women in sequined miniskirts stood guard at the alley entrance, approaching single men to solicit business.

Lu Yunzhou walked through the crowd with his hands in his pockets.

In the middle of the street, a blue light sign hangs on the second floor.

Night Flight Bar.

The heavy curtain blocked the view inside, while the drumbeats blared out from the cracks in the door.

Two burly men stood guard by the door, both with blue snake tattoos showing on their necks.

Lu Yunzhou glanced at them, then pushed open the door and went inside.

The smell of smoke and alcohol hit me hard.

He walked through the crowded dance floor and headed straight for the dimly lit bar.