The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Jiang Yueyao learned from Uncle Li that Qingge had gone to the hospital.

A brilliant idea struck him.

He then told Jiang Zhou, who had a social engagement near the hospital that afternoon, about the matter.

Jiang Zhou, who had just reached a cooperation agreement with the contractor for the civilized village, saw his aunt's message as soon as he came out of the restaurant.

His brows were furrowed.

Even though they are only married by contract, is it right for them to openly visit other men?

With a long stride, he prepared to have the driver take him to the hospital.

He suddenly realized something just before the vehicle was about to start.

Wait a minute, why does this look like they're catching someone in the act?

What business is it of his who she's with?

It also ruined her own image.

He parted his thin lips, his hawk-like eyes turning icy: "Go home."

Driver: "Yes." He didn't dare to breathe.

When President Jiang revealed his terrifyingly stern face, no one in the entire company dared to speak.

As the vehicle weaved through the bustling city center of Jiangcheng, Jiang Zhou watched the rapid flow of people and cars outside the window. Passing by the Jiangcheng Central Hospital, he sighed in frustration.

Close your eyes.

Five minutes later...

"Pull over."

After the car came to a complete stop, he got out, walked around to the driver's seat, and took the car keys.

She raised her chin slightly: "You can go home now."

Then he drove away.

The driver, who inexplicably left work early, was left wondering: ? ? ?

The Rolls-Royce made a U-turn at the intersection ahead, merged into the opposite lane, and drove back.

Song Qingge, who was hailing a taxi at Ximen, stared at the constantly flashing "..." on her phone and remained silent as she looked at the taxi hailing prompt that "there are 55 people ahead of you in the queue".

I should have had the driver take me.

She didn't want to keep bothering the Jiang family's driver, after all, her relationship with Jiang Zhou was just a contractual employment one.

I don't feel comfortable always hitching a ride with other people.

Who would have thought that it would be so difficult to get a taxi at the city's central hospital, especially on a weekday?

Ding.

A new message popped up on her phone, and she opened it.

[Sponsor: Which door are you in?]

"Could this be a wrong message...?" Song Qingge tentatively replied with a "?", and received an instant reply:

[Wait for me at the east gate of the hospital.]

What does that mean?

Is her sugar daddy coming to pick her up?

Why does it feel like Jiang Zhou is going to become her hired driver?

They both picked me up and dropped me off.

Five minutes later, just as she reached the east gate, a Rolls-Royce with the familiar license plate number 8888 stopped in front of her.

People coming and going all cast envious glances their way.

Song Qingge calmly got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and the car smoothly drove away from the gate in the next instant.

Looking to the side, the man's handsome profile, focused on driving, exuded a serious charm.

She asked curiously, "How did you know I was in the hospital? Did you come specifically to pick me up?"

Screech!

The car braked suddenly, and Song Qingge's pupils dilated abruptly. Only when she saw the red light ahead did her chest relax.

Then a deep male voice sounded in her ear: "You're overthinking it. Don't be so narcissistic. Your aunt asked me to pick you up. I just finished talking to the construction contractor for the civilized village and was passing by the hospital."

He coughed lightly twice, and Chao Jue mentioned it inadvertently.

"By the way, are you here for a medical checkup?"

"Oh, no." Song Qingge hesitated before speaking.

I instinctively wanted to explain, but then I thought it was unnecessary.

The relationship between Xie Qi and the Jiang family hasn't been fully clarified yet, so let's not talk about it for now.

Just in the worst-case scenario, Xie Qi really is a descendant of the Jiang family...

In wealthy families, those at the bottom of the food chain and the most objectionable are illegitimate children.

After all, they are not born to the first wife, and nowadays illegitimate children also have inheritance rights. Wealthy families with overflowing wealth will be even more wary of their existence.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the girl's complicated expression; his face darkened instantly.

it is good.

Good.

Should we not tell him?

It's okay, he doesn't want to know!

"By the way, do you have Tang Chengze's contact information? Send it to me."

To completely resolve Jiang Zhou's mother's situation, we need to start with the Tang family and Xie Qi.

Clearly, Xie Qi won't cooperate now, so let's try another approach.

As soon as he finished speaking, the light turned green, and Jiang Zhou stepped on the gas.

Song Qingge was caught off guard and leaned forward due to inertia.

She quickly grabbed the seatbelt.

Why does it feel like Jiang Zhou is the race car driver?

No, my sister-in-law's driving skills shouldn't be that "troublesome".

Jiang Zhou's voice was deep and cold: "Why are you looking for him?"

"Something's up." Song Qingge didn't want to explain further.

Now is not the time.

However, if Xie Qi is truly of the Jiang family bloodline, Jiang Zhou will find out about this one day.

She glanced to the side.

The man's sculpted profile is as cold as an iceberg.

In stark contrast to Xie Qi's sunny and cheerful personality.

She prefers Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou has a fearsome aura that makes people stay away, and he doesn't try to hide himself.

But Xie Qi is the opposite of Jiang Zhou.

He appears to be a sunny and gentle young man, but is actually quite unpredictable.

Whether it was her imagination or not, the temperature in the carriage suddenly dropped, and even Song Qingge, who was not afraid of the cold, felt a little shivering.

She mobilized the spiritual energy within her body, like a heater burning, and only then did she feel her body gradually warming up.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the girl's slightly pale lips and turned up the heat.

He said in a deep voice, "I'll push it to you later."

On the surface, everything seemed calm and serene.

Actually, after returning home, I ran a kilometer in my room, took a shower, and didn't hand over Tang Chengze's business card until late at night.

He told himself he was busy.

He doesn't have to do whatever she asks him to do immediately.

In the next bedroom, the phone on the bedside lamp flickered on and off, while the person on the bed was already fast asleep.

at the same time.

The Tang family's old residence.

master bedroom.

In the pitch-black bedroom, only a small bedside nightlight remained, illuminating a small area that was reflected in the mirror opposite.

Two people were lying on the bed. The woman on the left was sleeping soundly, while the man on the right was breathing more and more rapidly.

With his hand on his chest, the undulating curve became increasingly pronounced.

After a while, it started swaying from side to side!

Stomp your feet hard!

In his dream, he ran downstairs at top speed, looking back in panic. A woman with disheveled hair and a face as white as a zombie reached out her hand to grab him.

He ran and ran, down one floor, only to find himself on an endless series of stairs.

"Why aren't we here yet..." he yelled in terror at the woman, "Don't come any closer! I don't owe you anything!"

However, the woman ignored his words and continued to run towards him, laughing wildly.

He pulled a knife out from behind his back and pointed it at him.

His pupils dilated instantly, and he screamed in fear, his feet tumbling even faster.

The next moment!

Suddenly everything went black.

The woman's face suddenly loomed large in front of me.

It felt as if it were stuck to his face.

"Ah! No..."

puff!

The dagger pierced his stomach.

A sharp and clear pain shot into his brain, numbing his nerves.

His eyes bulged out, and he fell backward helplessly.

"Don't kill me!"

Tang Zhishan sat up abruptly, his head covered in sweat.

He was breathing heavily and deeply, his chest heaving.

He opened his mouth and took short, shallow breaths.

"What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?"

The lights came on, and the woman beside him groggily opened her eyes and expertly embraced him…