Chapitre 62: His Gentle Whisper, Don't Be Afraid
"Miss Zhao."
Sheng Xiangsi shook her head with a slight smile. "I'm sorry, but your father is an adult, and he's divorced and single. Whom he wants to be with is his business. Even as his daughter, you have no right to interfere."
"!"
The girl was stunned, unable to believe it. "So you're refusing to leave my dad?"
Sheng Xiangsi looked at her and firmly shook her head. "Yes, unless Director Zhao himself wants it, I have no intention of leaving."
"You!"
The girl was infuriated, looking even angrier than when she first came in. Her brows furrowed, her features twisted with rage.
"You slut! Using a pretty face to seduce men, aren't you? Fine! I'll tear your face apart right now and see how you can still cause trouble!"
With that, she lunged at Sheng Xiangsi, grabbing her hair.
"Ah!"
Sheng Xiangsi winced in pain, groaning, "What are you doing? Let go!"
"Let go?"
The girl sneered maliciously. "Now you're scared? Too late! Watch how I kill you!"
Sheng Xiangsi couldn't just stand there; she grabbed the girl's hand.
"Fighting back? How dare you! Didn't your mother teach you what it means to be shameless?"
"..."
The two struggled, wrestling with each other.
Manager Wu was in a panic, unsure what to do.
"Stop fighting! Miss Zhao, if Director Zhao finds out about this..."
"So what if he does!"
The girl was fearless. "Even if I beat her to death today, do you think my dad will disown me for a dancer? Absolutely ridiculous!"
Manager Wu, being a man, couldn't step in directly.
He turned to the others behind him. "You guys, pull them apart!"
"Oh, okay!"
The girls stepped forward, trying to separate them.
But this only provoked Miss Zhao further.
Panting, her eyes red with fury, Miss Zhao snapped, "Oh, you have helpers, huh? Fine! Don't blame me for getting ruthless!"
In a fit of desperation, she grabbed Sheng Xiangsi's neck and squeezed tightly.
Instantly, Sheng Xiangsi felt her breath cut off, her throat being crushed... her vision darkened, her mind blanked...
She realized that Miss Zhao had truly gone mad and might actually kill her!
No, she couldn't die, "Jun Jun, Jun Jun..."
Who could save her?
Just as Sheng Xiangsi's eyes were about to close, she glimpsed a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.
Tall, handsome, like a deity descending from the heavens.
Fu Hanjiang's face was dark and cold.
He grabbed Miss Zhao's wrist, seemingly effortlessly.
"Ah..."
Miss Zhao cried out in pain, instantly letting go.
"Cough, cough cough!"
With the pressure released, Sheng Xiangsi's airway cleared, and she gasped for air, coughing uncontrollably.
Weak from the struggle, she collapsed to the ground.
"Sheng Xiangsi!"
Fu Hanjiang's brows furrowed with an intense, unrestrained menace, emanating hostility.
He reached out and picked her up, holding her close.
Gently patting her face, he asked, "How are you?"
"..." Sheng Xiangsi weakly shook her head, unable to speak.
Suddenly, Fu Hanjiang glared at Miss Zhao, his long, dark eyes filled with murderous intent.
"You dared to attack her? Can't control your shameless father, so you target a helpless girl?"
"?"
Miss Zhao was stunned, glaring at Fu Hanjiang in anger. "Who are you? Another one of her clients? Ha! Such a filthy woman, you men really have a taste for garbage!"
Heh.
Fu Hanjiang's thin lips curved into a cold smile, his grip on Sheng Xiangsi tightening, his knuckles turning white.
"If you weren't a woman, do you think you'd still be standing here with all your limbs intact, spewing filth at me?"
"!"
Miss Zhao was taken aback.
Though his tone was calm, his fury was palpable!
"Get out!"
The next moment, Fu Hanjiang's demeanor shifted, his voice a low, disgusted growl.
"If you don't leave now, I won't guarantee that I won't hit a woman!"
"..." Miss Zhao swallowed, "You... just you wait! We'll see!"
She didn't dare confront the man and scrambled away, disheveled.
"Sheng Xiangsi?"
Fu Hanjiang looked down at the woman in his arms. Her face was still pale. "How are you?"
"Ah..."
Sheng Xiangsi opened her mouth but couldn't produce any sound.
Moreover, her throat felt as if it were being cut by knives, burning with pain.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Not good!
Fu Hanjiang's face darkened, veins throbbing on his forehead. He lifted her in his arms. Gently, he whispered, "Don't be afraid, we're going to the hospital. It'll be alright."
Resting in his arms, Sheng Xiangsi felt dazed.
Was she out of her mind? How could she see concern and... tenderness on Fu Hanjiang's face?
Hmm, she must be confused.
...
At the hospital, Sheng Xiangsi underwent a thorough examination.
"What happened?"
The doctor looked at the scans, frowning.
"Her vocal cords and cartilage are injured."
Squeezing the neck to this extent, the doctor couldn't help but eye Fu Hanjiang suspiciously, wondering if he was a domestic abuser.
Fu Hanjiang was displeased. "Just tell me if it's serious."
"It's not critical."
The doctor said, "I'll prescribe some medication, both oral and topical. Also, watch her diet. She won't be able to speak for a while, and even if she tries, she won't be able to. It'll take time to heal."
That serious?
Fu Hanjiang's eyes narrowed, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Zhao Lianghan's daughter had been this ruthless!
"Here, this is the prescription. Go get the medicine."
"Okay."
Fu Hanjiang took the prescription and looked at Sheng Xiangsi. "I'll get the medicine. Sit here and wait for me."
Just as he was about to turn, he remembered last time at the hospital, when he had gone to pay and she had disappeared...
So he warned her again.
Sternly, "Don't run off, understand?"
"..." Sheng Xiangsi nodded, promising not to leave.
Only then did Fu Hanjiang turn to pay for the medicine.
After a while, Fu Hanjiang returned with the medication.
The doctor took the topical medicine and applied it to Sheng Xiangsi immediately. "Just like this, change it every two days."
"Alright, got it."
Fu Hanjiang glanced at Sheng Xiangsi, motioning with his chin. "Alright, let's go."
"..." Sheng Xiangsi propped herself up to stand.
But as she exerted force, a wave of suffocating pain hit her chest... she still hadn't recovered.
Fu Hanjiang turned to see her struggling, his brows furrowing deeply. He growled irritably, "Why are you so troublesome? Tell me, besides causing trouble, what else are you good for?"
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