SFS Chapter 162 crossed his bottom line.
Chapter 162 crossed his bottom line.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Tan Haoyu's mouth.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Wan Qingsha, since you are so arrogant, I'll show you what it means to play with fire and get burned."
After Yang Piaoliang left, Tan Haoyu stood in the corridor with a deep gaze.
He knew that this confrontation had only just begun.
Wan Qingsha's underhanded tactics have crossed his bottom line, and he will show no mercy.
Back in the ward, Tan Haoyu gently closed the door and walked to Zhu Ziqing's bedside.
She was still sleeping soundly, with a hint of fatigue on her face.
Tan Haoyu's gaze softened, and he gently stroked her cheek, whispering, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you again."
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were making a vow to himself.
No matter how many dangers lie ahead, he will clear them all away.
Zhu Ziqing leaned against the hospital bed, her gaze gently falling on Tan Haoyu.
He was sitting on the sofa by the window, holding a document in his hand, his brow slightly furrowed, his expression focused.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his profile and highlighting his sharp features, making him appear exceptionally charming.
She was so engrossed in watching that a warm feeling welled up inside her.
During this time, Tan Haoyu didn't say much, but he stayed by her side the whole time, taking meticulous care of her.
His thoughtfulness and attentiveness made her feel incredibly at ease.
"Have you seen enough?" Tan Haoyu suddenly raised his head, looking directly at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Zhu Ziqing blushed, quickly looked away, and muttered softly, "Who was looking at you..."
Tan Haoyu closed the file, walked to her bedside, and asked in a low voice, "Does your leg still hurt?"
Zhu Ziqing shook her head, a smile appearing on her face: "Much better, I can walk on my own now."
As she spoke, she tried to stand up to prove it to him.
Tan Haoyu reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Don't push yourself, rest for a few more days."
Zhu Ziqing smiled helplessly, but felt a warmth in her heart.
She knew he genuinely cared about her.
“Tan Haoyu…” she suddenly spoke, her voice soft.
"Hmm?" He looked down at her, his gaze deep.
"I want to go back to Pengcheng." Zhu Ziqing's gaze drifted into the distance, her tone tinged with nostalgia.
"The weather in Shenzhen is much more comfortable than in Beijing, and there's also Xiao Hua... I wonder if she's eating well."
She paused, then lowered her voice, "And, I'm a little homesick."
Tan Haoyu's eyes darkened slightly, as if he understood her unspoken meaning.
He knew she was worried about the Wan family's power and that the car accident might happen again.
“Xiao Hua is being taken care of, so don’t worry.” His voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of reassurance.
"We'll do another check-up this afternoon. If everything's fine, we'll go home."
The moment he uttered the words "go home," Zhu Ziqing's heart skipped a beat.
She looked up, a hint of expectation in her eyes: "Really?"
Tan Haoyu nodded, his tone firm: "Yes, let's go home."
Zhu Ziqing's lips unconsciously curled up, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.
She suddenly realized that as long as he was by her side, anywhere could be home.
Looking at the smile on her face, Tan Haoyu's heart softened a little.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice low and deep: "Don't overthink it, I've got you covered."
Zhu Ziqing nodded, her eyes full of trust.
She knew that no matter how much wind and rain lay ahead, he would shield her from it.
"Tan Haoyu..." she called softly.
"Ok?"
"Thank you." Her voice was soft, but filled with genuine emotion.
Tan Haoyu's lips curled up slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "Thank me for what?"
"Thank you... for always being there for me." Zhu Ziqing's face flushed slightly, and her voice grew softer and softer.
Tan Haoyu's gaze softened, and he said softly, "Fool, this is what I should do."
The ward fell silent, and the sunlight shone on the two of them, as if casting a warm halo over them.
Zhu Ziqing leaned against the headboard, her heart filled with peace and anticipation.
"Boom boom boom——"
A crisp knock on the door broke the tranquility of the ward.
Yang Piaoliang pushed open the door and entered, a hint of nervousness on his face. He said in a low voice, "President Tan, Xiao Xingyi is here."
Tan Haoyu was sitting by the hospital bed, gazing tenderly at Zhu Ziqing, who was fast asleep on the bed.
He gently tucked the blanket around her and whispered, "Rest well, I'll be back in a bit."
Zhu Ziqing twitched her eyelashes slightly, as if she heard his voice, but did not wake up.
Tan Haoyu stood up, straightened his suit cuffs, and his eyes instantly changed from gentle to cold.
He strode out of the ward, his back straight as a pine tree, seemingly carrying an invisible sense of pressure.
Outside the ward, Xiao Xingyi stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, staring intently at Tan Haoyu.
The two locked eyes, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.
"What are you doing here?" Tan Haoyu asked coldly, his tone clearly distant.
Xiao Xingyi curled the corners of his lips into a meaningful smile: "What, is it wrong for an old friend to come and see you?"
Tan Haoyu didn't reply, but just stared at him with cold eyes, as if he were scrutinizing a stranger.
The atmosphere between the two instantly plummeted to freezing point, as if even the air itself had solidified.
"How is Zhu Ziqing?" Xiao Xingyi suddenly asked, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.
Tan Haoyu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Her affairs are none of your concern."
Xiao Xingyi raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised by his reaction: "So, you already know?"
Tan Haoyu sneered and nodded without hesitation: "That's right, I know more than you think."
Xiao Xingyi sighed and helplessly shrugged: "Since you already know, I won't hide it from you anymore."
Yes, that matter is indeed related to the Wan family.
Tan Haoyu's eyes instantly sharpened, like a drawn sword: "So, you knew all along, but kept it from me?"
Xiao Xingyi smiled wryly: "I only just found out about it myself."
Moreover, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get involved in this conflict.
"You don't want me involved?" Tan Haoyu's voice was as cold as ice. "But they've already touched my people."
Xiao Xingyi was taken aback, then realized: "You mean Zhu Ziqing?"
Tan Haoyu did not answer, but his eyes said it all.
He turned to look in the direction of the ward, his tone firm and cold: "I will not let her suffer any more harm."
Xiao Xingyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Actually, our father... that car accident was not an accident at all."
Tan Haoyu's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "I know."
"You know?" Xiao Xingyi was somewhat surprised. "So what do you plan to do?"
Tan Haoyu sneered, his tone filled with disdain: "The Wan family? They won't be able to struggle for much longer."