Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Chen Qiang was upset by Han Qian and pulled Li Dongsheng to sit on the bed to review the situation.

"Dongsheng, do you think I'm a fool?"

Li Dongsheng tilted his head and looked at Chen Qiang, choosing to remain silent. Chen Qiang said angrily.

"Can you give me some reaction?"

Li Dongsheng remained silent.

He was also the one who had changed the most among all the people Han Qian knew. Chen Qiang sighed.

"Actually, what Han Qian said makes sense. If you repackage a real event and show it to outsiders, then the nature and appearance of the event will change. Half of the people in this world are blind, but they have very good ears. They always process what they hear in their pig brains and express it, shouting with red faces and thick necks that this is the fact."

Li Dongsheng said "oh", Chen Qiang was very dissatisfied with this and said again.

"Can you give me some advice? Do you know why we failed? It's because you never give me advice. You don't, Sun Mingyue doesn't, Chen Lei doesn't. I have to think about everything, and my brain doesn't work well!"

Li Dongsheng rolled his eyes and spoke.

"Why do you have to argue with Han Qian about this? He is better than many people in business and making money, and Wen Shu has taught him for three years. Han Qian is half born in a business family, and you were born in a Yamenkou family. You are fundamentally different!"

Chen Qiang raised his head and looked at Li Dongsheng. At this time, Guo Wumei, who was drawing with her head down, suddenly raised her head.

"Actually, there is no difference. I think Brother Qiang is indeed a little inferior to Han Qian in this regard. It may be due to the environment in which Brother Qiang lives. Brother Qiang thinks about things in a fan-shaped way."

Chen Qiang lit a cigarette and sighed.

"What about Han Qian?"

"Spherical, I've heard Sister Xiuxiu and Niu Xiaohua tell me before that when Han Qian handles a matter, he will not only consider the people directly affected by the matter, but also the scope of indirect impact. So Brother Qiang, there is no need for you to sigh about this matter. There are only a few Han Qians in the world!"

Chen Qiang smiled at Guo Wumei gently.

"Wumei, please don't comfort others anymore. I feel even worse after being comforted."

Guo Wumei said "oh" and then said something in a low voice.

"There is only one Han Qian in this world!"

Chen Qiang's defense was broken, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he lay.

Why didn't I think of the solution Han Qian suggested? The result that benefited all four parties ended up being scolded and accused by both sides.

Not falling asleep.

Irritable.

Calling was a nuisance to Lin Zongheng. After several calls, Lin Zongheng became annoyed. He sat in a wheelchair, left the bedroom, and growled while answering the phone.

"Are you sick? Why are you staying up late at night to bother me?"

"Turtle, I feel uncomfortable, I feel wronged, and I can't sleep."

"Die, die now. Dig a hole for yourself in your mountain area, lie in it and wait for a landslide to crush you to death."

"Turtle, I feel really bad, let me tell you..."

Chen Qiang heartlessly recounted the whole story, but did not mention Han Qian's solution. After listening, Lin Zongheng thought for a few seconds and replied in a low voice.

"Cockroach, you were wrong from the beginning. You are the superior and they are the inferior. When you hold absolute power, you cannot give them the opportunity to express their ideas. Can the Wang family's disturbance be stronger than yours? It happened during the day, and now it's midnight. Guo Wumei is by your side, so let Guo Wumei go there late at night and put a knife on their necks. If they listen to you, they will behave. Tomorrow daytime, let the police station come early in the morning to take them away. Under pressure from both sides, will the Wang family dare to make trouble? Then go find the production team. You don't even have to talk to Zhao Fengya. Beijing Radio and Television will call the production team and ask them if they want to continue recording! How can you, a second-generation ancestor with a monstrous background, live so aggrieved?"

"Han Qian's illness seems to be quite serious."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier! I'm most afraid of Han Qian dying now. He will definitely pull me with him before he dies!"

"Why not a eunuch?"

"Does he deserve it?"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qiang thought about what Lin Zongheng said. It seemed that he made sense. At least he wouldn't feel as aggrieved as he is now.

I can't sleep anymore.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Chen Qiang called Eunuch Liu.

"Eunuch, I know you are not asleep. Please keep me company and talk to me. I was a little upset by Han Qian and Wang Ba."

Liu Shengge asked very patiently and smiled after learning the truth.

"Why do you care what others think of you? Each of us is the protagonist in our own world. If we always worry about what others think and think, how can we live like this? Just treat everyone except yourself as NPCs in the game. If an NPC makes you unhappy, just erase him from your world. Since people can be killed, then killing is a necessary task."

Chen Qiang sighed.

"If it were you, what would you do?"

"What does it have to do with me? You were brought here by the city leaders. If something goes wrong, you only need to hold the city leaders accountable. Some people are afraid of you, so when something goes wrong, they will be more anxious to solve the problem than you. But what Han Qian said is indeed the most profitable solution, which fits the definition of this mad dog businessman. But what Wang Ba said is also right. If you hold power, you must use it. If you don't use power but use other methods, no one will say you are good, they will all say you are stupid."

"I'm still not happy when you say that."

"Then you die."

Liu Shengge also hung up the phone. Chen Qiang called Han Qian again, but Han Qian didn't answer. When he called again, he was blocked.

Chen Qiang firmly believed that this was not done by Han Qian himself.

Because he can't.

That's the truth.

Wen Nuan held her Nokia and looked at Han Qian, who was burned and talking nonsense. If they called 120 now, it would take at least ten minutes for them to reach Imperial City Garden, plus the time it would take to get into the community. Wen Nuan put down her phone, put on her coat, carried Han Qian on her back and went downstairs.

Wearing slippers, she took the elevator to the underground garage, threw Han Qian into Xiaohong's passenger seat, held Han Qian's legs and put him into the car. When she fastened her seat belt and stood up, her head hit the car door. She covered the back of her head and muttered something under her breath.

Get in the car, floor the gas, and the Alfa Romeo rushes out of the underground parking lot.

Warmth always appears vague when we are most leisurely, and is clearest when we are most nervous.

I didn't call anyone for help, nor did I panic.

Go to the hospital when you are sick.

Although I walked slowly with him on my back, it was still faster than the ambulance.

The doctor on duty in the emergency room was stunned when he saw his boss carrying his son-in-law in. He quickly put down what he was doing and ran forward to speak anxiously.

"Director Wen, what's going on with our son-in-law..."

Wen Nuan, who was carrying Han Qian on his back, shook his head without saying anything. After handing Han Qian over to her, he simply sat down on the floor tiles in the hall, panting.

The doctors took Han Qian to do a checkup, including blood and urine tests. Wen Nuan did not go over to make trouble. Instead, she sat in the doctor's office, holding a cup of water in both hands and staring at the little turtle in the fish tank on the table.

Soon the doctor on duty ran over, walked up with the test results and asked in a low voice.

"Director Wen, what did our son-in-law eat tonight?"

Wen Nuan slowly raised her head and then shook her head.

“No!”

"What did you drink?"

“I didn’t notice!”

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"I didn't ask!"

The answers to the three questions were basically blank, and the doctor suddenly regretted asking. He looked at the report in his hand and began to describe what value was high and what value was low. After nagging for a while, seeing that Wen Nuan didn't respond, the doctor on duty went to the clinic to see his brother-in-law.

When Wen Nuan arrived at the emergency room, Han Qian had already started receiving intravenous drips. The test results simply showed drug poisoning, most likely because he took too many medicines in a hurry to recover.

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This kind of thing would not happen to other people, but it would definitely happen to Han Qian.

He was impatient and didn't like taking medicine. He thought if he took more at once he would not have to take it the next day, but he ended up poisoning himself.

Wen Nuan sat on the chair, tilted her head and looked at Han Qian, speaking softly.

"It's good that you just know about this matter, don't tell anyone, or he will be scolded again."

The nurses and doctors nodded and agreed, promising not to tell anyone.

Wen Nuan, who is lazy, bad-tempered and pretentious in life, sits on a chair without looking at her phone or sleeping. She tilts her head back and stares at the infusion bottle hanging above her. The nurse reminds her in a low voice.

"Director Wen, it's on the machine. It will remind you when the medicine is gone."

Wen Nuan ignored the nurse and just stared at the infusion bottle in a daze. After a long while, she spoke.

"Slow down the infusion speed."

The doctor on duty came over and whispered.

"Director Wen, this speed is something a normal person can handle."

"Slow down the infusion speed."

Wen Nuan doesn't like nonsense with strangers, and she is not willing to explain. She has her own ideas and persistence.

Brother Qian had undergone many surgeries. He had too many underlying diseases. If his blood vessels could withstand the damage, what about other organs? His heart? His liver? His stomach?

Watching the medicine dripping drop by drop.

Forty minutes later, Wen Nuan suddenly stood up.

"Change the dressing!"

The nurse trotted over to change the second bottle. Wen Nuan sat on the chair and looked up at the infusion bottle. Another forty minutes passed, and Wen Nuan still spoke before the machine reminded her.

"Change the dressing."

Three bottles of IV drips lasted for two hours, and Wen Nuan sat in the chair and stared for two hours.

Han Qian's breathing became steady. Wen Nuan reached out and touched Han Qian's face and found that it was not so hot anymore. The dean, who arrived late, walked forward, bent down and spoke softly.

"Director Wen, my son-in-law's fever has subsided. You should go and have a rest."

Wen Nuan, holding a bottle of mineral water, ignored the dean who spoke and just sat on the chair looking at Han Qian. A few minutes later, Han Qian suddenly turned over. Wen Nuan opened the bottle and held the straw to Han Qian's mouth.

Han Qian understands Wen Nuan, and Wen Nuan also understands Han Qian. She knows that Han Qian has the habit of getting up in the middle of the night to drink water.

Han Qian drank some water and spoke with his eyes closed.

"I'm fine now, go turn off the bathroom light and go to sleep."

A warm and gentle smile.

"Yeah."

Han Qian fell asleep, but Wen Nuan did not go to bed obediently. She still sat on the chair without even a backrest and looked at Han Qian tenderly.

He was still not conscious and thought he was at home. He probably didn't even know he had an injection.

At this time, the nurse brought a wheelchair.

"Director Wen, please sit in the wheelchair and lean back for a while."

"Thanks."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Wen Nuan held her chin with one hand and stared at Han Qian.

It was not until six o'clock in the morning that a scream woke up all the emergency room staff.

"What's going on! Tell me what's going on! What's wrong with your leg? Where are you injured? Wen Nuan, where's the doctor? Where the hell are the doctors? Why is my wife still in a wheelchair?"

Han Qian was so anxious that he walked around barefoot in the emergency room, almost crying.

After finally learning that he was the one in the hospital and Wen Nuan was sitting in a wheelchair by the bedside, Han Qian stood in the emergency room and bent over 90 degrees towards the staff.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. If you don't feel better, I'll kowtow to you."

The doctors and nurses were busy saying it was okay.

Then when Wen Nuan stood up, her body swayed, and Han Qian walked up to her and squatted in front of her.

"Come on, buddy, I'll carry you."

"Brother?"

"Ex-husband! Ex-husband will carry you!"

Han Qian walked out of the emergency room barefoot, carrying warmth on his back, muttering all the way.

"Wen Nuan, did you send me to the hospital? How come you sent me here? How come I didn't know?"

"Um!"

"Why don't you find a ward to sleep in! I'm a child chosen by God, it's okay!"

"Um!"

"Wu Nuan, are you hungry?"

Han Qian stopped and listened to the breathing coming from his ears.

The girl fell asleep.

After returning home and leaving Wen Nuan in the guest room, Han Qian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping Wen Nuan. He couldn't help but reach out and hold Wen Nuan's hand, chuckling.

"Why are you so good-looking~"