The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Xie Shuheng paused slightly.

He knew that people would only subconsciously call out the name of the most important person to them when they were in the most dangerous and helpless situation.

To Shen Ci, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Shen Xiaoming quickly walked to the bedside.

He heard his daughter saying something, but by the time he got to the bedside, Shen Ci had calmed down and her breathing had become steady and long again.

He didn't hear what she said. Looking at her bloodless face, a deep sense of self-reproach welled up in Shen Xiaoming's eyes.

It was because he didn't take good care of her that she suffered so much.

"Uncle Shen."

Xie Shuheng's voice came from the side.

"For Shen Ci's sake, I didn't call the police," Xie Shuheng said. "I had someone send Bai Yifeng back to the Bai family and put pressure on him."

"The Bai family will support another heir and send Bai Yifeng abroad. He will never be able to come back, and he can no longer hurt Shen Ci."

Shen Xiaoming opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The ability to exert pressure on the Bai family to this extent, to make a century-old family willingly depose its heir, goes beyond simply having "a powerful background."

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

Who is your father?

Xie Shuheng answered frankly, without any concealment: "My father is Xie Ze'an of Lingfeng Group."

Shen Xiaoming was somewhat stunned.

He had certainly heard of Xie Ze'an.

He was an extraordinary business tycoon, a legendary figure, a big shot at the top of the food chain...

He never expected that the young man standing quietly in the ward was actually the young master of the Xie family.

Xie Shuheng lowered his eyelashes slightly, all warmth vanished from his originally gentle eyes, and his expression became increasingly serious.

"Uncle Shen," he said, his voice low but each word clear, "Bai Yifeng has already explained everything."

"The person who collaborated with him to drug Shen Ci and bring her to the private room..."

Xie Shuheng stared directly at Shen Xiaoming.

"It's Shen Yu."

"What did you say?" Shen Xiaoming's voice changed instantly, trembling with disbelief.

Xie Shuheng continued, "The Bai family owns a film and television company. Bai Yifeng promised Shen Yu a leading role, the contract has been signed, and filming will officially begin once she secures the contract."

……

The next day, Shen Ci woke up feeling somewhat dazed.

She stared at the pristine white ceiling, momentarily disoriented.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin patch of light on the sheets, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

The next second, unbearable memories flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

The stuffy air at the banquet, the increasingly heavy feeling of suffocation in her chest, Shen Yu's grip on her hand tightening... then the corridor, the elevator, the unfamiliar private room.

And then there's Bai Yifeng's repulsive face...

The smile in his eyes, and the sensation of his fingers on her collarbone—

All of this made her feel extremely disgusted.

Shen Ci suddenly closed her eyes, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She remembered pricking his neck with an embroidery needle.

The needle pierced her skin, and warm blood splattered on the back of her hand...

The old Chinese medicine doctor who treated her in her previous life once mentioned in a casual conversation that the area slightly to the outside of the Adam's apple is like a person's "fatal point," and should never be touched lightly, as it can cause great harm if it is not handled properly.

This was the first time she had hurt someone.

I wonder what happened to the person who almost hurt her.

Could he be... dead?

Shen Ci sat up abruptly, her back soaked with cold sweat.

"You're finally awake."

A deep voice came from the doorway, interrupting her reverie.

Shen Ci was startled and turned to look.

Xie Shuheng walked in carrying a takeout bag. The morning light fell on his shoulders, giving him a faint golden glow.

He walked to the bedside, placed the takeout bag on the bedside table, and looked down at her: "Are you hungry? Have some porridge first."

Shen Ci stared blankly at him, her mind still slowly processing the information.

Xie Shuheng.

She then remembered that Xie Shuheng had found her yesterday.

Although she couldn't remember what happened after that, she could guess that Xie Shuheng had brought her to the hospital.

"Senior Xie..." she began, her voice still a little hoarse, "Yesterday..."

"Have some porridge first." Xie Shuheng interrupted her, took out a thermos from the takeout bag, unscrewed the lid, and a sweet aroma of rice wafted out. "The doctor said the effects of the drug on you have just worn off, and your stomach is still weak, so you can only eat liquid food."

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and then brought it to her lips.

Shen Ci paused for a moment, her ears turning slightly red: "I...I can do it myself..."

She hadn't seen him often, and they weren't even friends. His actions at that moment felt far too intimate to her.

Xie Shuheng looked at her for two seconds, smiled, pushed the thermos in front of her, and handed her the spoon.

The moment their fingertips touched, he suddenly whispered:

"Drink slowly, it's a bit hot."

The porridge was cooked until very smooth and warm to the touch.

Shen Ci sipped the drink slowly, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

She put down her spoon, looked up at Xie Shuheng, her eyes filled with sincerity and lingering fear: "Senior Xie, yesterday... thank you for saving me."

Xie Shuheng explained gently, "Yesterday, Shuyun called and said you were at Tinglan Mansion and it seemed like something had happened. I happened to be nearby, so I went over to check on you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ci suddenly realized what was going on.

If Xie Shuyun hadn't been quick-witted and noticed something was wrong, she would have had a hard time escaping unscathed yesterday.

Shen Ci was genuinely grateful to her and couldn't help but ask, "Where's Shuyun?"

"You were still unconscious when she came to the hospital yesterday afternoon," Xie Shuheng said softly. "She said she would come again today."

Shen Ci gave a soft "hmm" and made up her mind that she would definitely thank Xie Shuyun in person when she arrived.

The ward was quiet for a moment, with only the regular beeping of the monitor.

"Senior Xie," Shen Ci began, her voice soft but clear, "Could you do me a favor?"

"What's wrong?"

Shen Ci gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.

"Please don't tell Jiang Duo about what happened yesterday."

Xie Shuheng looked at her quietly, his gaze deep.

After a moment, he nodded slightly.

"it is good."

When Shen Xiaoming rushed back from outside, he pushed the door open very quietly.

In my sight, my daughter was leaning against the rocking hospital bed, covered with a thin blanket, flipping through a newspaper. Her face was still a little pale, but she was much better than yesterday.

The young master of the Xie family sat on a chair by the bed, holding an apple in his hand, his head down, intently peeling the fruit.

Anyone who saw them would think they were a sweet young couple.

Shen Xiaoming stood at the door without speaking immediately.

He let out a long sigh in his heart.

He figured it out in just one day.

Xie Shuheng appears calm and gentle on the surface, but deep down he is just like his father Xie Ze'an—decisive and ruthless, with remarkable skills.

Such a person is too cunning, too calculating, and too ruthless.

Tong Youyou is really not a good match.