Sweetness at the head
The next morning, before dawn, Song Yuhang, feeling completely satisfied, got up. She had stayed up late the previous night, and although they hadn’t gone all the way, they had still taken advantage of each other in various ways.
Song Yuhang touched her nose and carefully slid out of bed. Leaning over the bedside, she gazed at the peaceful expression on her sleeping face. There were many marks on her neck, which made her feel a bit bashful. Her face grew slightly warm as she tucked her under the blanket.
Why… did she still feel insatiable, like an immature child? She was already in her middle age, after all.
Song Yuhang smiled helplessly and planted a kiss on her forehead before picking up her own clothes and leaving.
Perhaps it was because this person was her, and could only be her.
Days passed by, and Song Yuhang continued to come over every day, occasionally staying overnight and falling asleep together with her.
At times like these, Lin Yan would always feel that falling asleep wasn’t particularly difficult for her anymore.
With her by her side, she always felt a little more at ease.
Lin Youyuan hadn’t bothered her again, and everything remained calm on the surface. However, behind the scenes, it seemed like unseen storms were gathering.
Once she recovered a bit more and the weather cleared up, Butler Lin would push her out for a walk. It was one of the few times she could have contact with the outside world.
There were several new faces among the bodyguards in the hospital, and Lin Yan memorized each of them. Using her exceptional ability to remember, she counted the closed-circuit cameras in the corridor and calculated the number of turns and corners she had to navigate to reach the hospital entrance.
She had progressed from initially being able to consume only liquid food to gradually being able to eat soft and mushy food. The wounds on her shoulders were gradually scabbing and healing.
Winter arrived late in the southern region. When the last dry leaf fell outside the window, the first frost finally arrived.
Lin Yan removed the gauze and carefully examined the mechanical baton in her hand, which was jet black and had a cold metallic sheen.
She gripped it tightly, feeling the long-lost strength, and closed her eyes slightly.
The butler watched her, hesitated, and finally spoke, “Miss, do you really have to have a falling out with the master?”
Lin Yan smiled without warmth and took a satin cloth from the brocade box to wipe the mechanical baton until it gleamed like new.
“Instead of breaking bones and tearing tendons, it’s better to go all out and break the fishnet.”
Compromise was never her style.
The butler had never seen her so focused on something before. After cleaning the mechanical baton meticulously, she carefully put it away and placed it by her pillow.
“But…”
Lin Yan raised her gaze and looked at him. “Which side are you really on?”
She spoke frankly, but the butler was scared half to death and quickly nodded repeatedly. “Naturally, I’m on your side, Miss.”
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“Well then, that’s settled. Have you taken care of everything I instructed you to do?”
The butler repeatedly assured her, “Don’t worry, Miss, everything is taken care of.”
A faint smile appeared on Lin Yan’s lips as she leaned back on the bed. “You can rest assured. The money I give you won’t be any less than what that old bastard Lin Youyuan gave you.”
The storm arrived faster than anticipated.
Lin Youyuan was busy with year-end matters for the Group.
The secretary hurriedly walked in and leaned close to his ear. “Mr. Lin, something’s not right. The batch of goods we exported has been intercepted by the customs.”
Lin Youyuan’s pupils contracted. That batch of goods was the one negotiated with the foreign delegation last time. Whether they could weather the economic winter relied on the benefits brought by that batch of goods.
“Weren’t preparations made in advance?”
“The customs inspection claimed that there was a batch that failed the quality inspection and refused to stamp it for customs clearance.”
Lin Youyuan’s temple throbbed with anger. “Damn it, who knows their inspection standards? They change every day. We’ll go negotiate again.”
“Yes, I’ll go right away.” The secretary hurriedly ran out to arrange a dinner gathering.
He pondered for a moment, lifted the lid of his teacup, took a sip, and felt a subtle and strange sensation about this matter that was hard to put into words. He called the person back.
“Never mind, make the arrangements. Tonight, I’ll personally treat all our old friends to a meal.”
Laughter filled the banquet.
Even sitting in a wheelchair, Lin Youyuan stretched his arm to clink glasses with everyone, and they all drank until their faces were flushed.
After three rounds of drinking, they finally got to the point.
“Director Liu, about that batch of goods at the customs…”
The other party waved their hand. “Ah, don’t mention it, don’t mention it. I wanted to let you go, but the public security bureau is holding on tight. They’ve changed personnel, and they’re being stubborn. A few consumers got sick from consuming that health product, and they’re investigating it. This matter is no longer under the jurisdiction of the customs…”
Lin Youyuan maintained a smiling face while secretly gripping the wine glass tightly in his palm, leaving red marks.
What a remarkable Song Yuhang!
Impressive, resolute, and daring!
He released his grip on the wine glass and placed it on the table. “Today, everyone can indulge in eating and drinking. It’s all on my account. If there are any company matters, I’ll have to take my leave.”
“Hey, Old Lin, that’s not fair of you.”
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As someone protested, Lin Youyuan turned his head and said to the secretary, “You stay here and keep the senior executives company. Make sure they have a great time.”
“Okay, Mr. Lin, don’t worry.”
The secretary ordered several bottles of expensive liquor and poured them for each of them.
Only then did Lin Youyuan break away with the company of his bodyguard.
Several police cars with flashing lights swiftly stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
The car doors opened, and several detectives jumped out. The leading detective took off his sunglasses, walked straight to the entrance, and showed his credentials to the security guards.
“Police! Step aside! We are here on orders to investigate a medical dispute case.”
A few bodyguards approached, reaching towards their backs, causing the detectives to immediately become vigilant. Several young and strong junior detectives stepped forward and pushed them away.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? You still want to attack the police? This is our deputy captain!”
The bodyguards exchanged a glance, stepped back, and moved to the side, allowing the police to enter. At the same time, they picked up their communicators from their chests.
“Go and check the young lady’s hospital room. Is she still there?”
Song Yuhang covered his face and brought the communicator to the mouth of one of the bodyguards. Lin Yan sat beside them, holding her mechanical baton pointed at his throat, securing the bodyguard tightly.
Stammering, the bodyguard replied, “She’s… still there.”
After hanging up the call, Song Yuhang threw the communicator to the ground and forcefully pulled her up.
“Let’s go.”
Lin Yan followed her, twisting and turning. “Do you know the way?”
Song Yuhang poked her head out and glanced down the corridor. “I know. I’ve marked the spots.”
With that, she half-embraced Lin Yan and continued walking forward.
A smile crept upon Lin Yan’s lips. “How long have you been planning this?”
“Not long, about a month. I have to thank your father for giving me the opportunity.”
As she finished speaking and was about to pull her around the corner, they collided with two black-clad bodyguards head-on.
Song Yuhang pushed Lin Yan behind her and was about to take action when one of the black-clad men suddenly tilted his neck and collapsed limply to the ground.
Duan Cheng poked his head out from behind the black-clad man, smiled at them, and revealed the electric baton in his hand.
“I have to say, this thing works pretty well.”
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Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Yuhang held her hand, embracing her shoulder as they continued walking forward, giving her a reassuring look.
Duan Cheng led the way ahead. “Old Zheng and Fang Xin are outside…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed hard, feeling as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lin Youyuan appeared in the corridor, surrounded by three or five bodyguards. Song Yuhang turned around and looked back, realizing that their path was also blocked.
The group found themselves trapped in an isolated encirclement.
Lin Yan tightly gripped the mechanical baton, and with a snap, it came out of its sheath. Just as she was about to take a step forward, Song Yuhang pulled her behind her.
“I’ll handle this.”
Lin Yan became agitated and lowered her voice. “You alone, plus Duan Cheng, might not be enough to—”
Song Yuhang turned to look at her, not releasing her grip on her hand. She even gave her a gentle pat to reassure her. “Isn’t it inevitable that we’ll have to face this challenge sooner or later?”