amaotonovel Chapter 648 1. Must be delivered safely.
Chapter 648 1. Must be delivered safely.
Ge Jing sighed, her tone filled with helplessness and resentment: "But now, the company has been taken over by Dad and that woman! I guess we won't even be able to get through the front door."
Wen Peizhen's lips curled into an almost icy smile: "Didn't you tell me last time that Ge Bangguo caught Shen Xuewei cheating, and the two of them broke up? Like two birds fighting over a clam?"
She paused, then turned to look at her daughter, her eyes sharp. "This is the perfect time for us to make our move."
"us?"
Ge Jing shook her head. "After how he treated us, are we supposed to take the initiative to make up with him?"
"reconcile?"
Wen Peizhen seemed to have heard a joke, "Would we, mother and daughter, pick up the trash that the mother and son didn't want?"
The woman's voice remained gentle, yet carried an unwavering resolve: "But what he and that mother and child took from us, we will take back with our own hands."
Ge Jing stared blankly at her mother.
Since my mother woke up from her coma, she has completely changed.
The gentle, submissive woman of the past has disappeared, replaced by a wisdom and composure never seen before.
Like a sleeping phoenix, it has undergone rebirth and reignited an even more blazing fire.
At this moment, Wen Peizhen opened the car door and walked over calmly.
Although Ge Jing didn't know what her mother was going to do, she followed closely behind.
"A nation?"
A soft call, like a feather brushing past.
Ge Bangguo looked up blankly, backlit, and saw Wen Peizhen's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and was momentarily stunned.
This……
Is this the wife who has been with him for more than ten years?
Although the face is still the same, and even the fine lines at the corners of the eyes haven't changed, why is the aura different?
Ge Bangguo stammered, "Pei, Peizhen, you've come..."
"Yes, I just got discharged from the hospital and wanted to come see you."
Wen Peizhen squatted down, not caring at all that Ge Bangguo was covered in dust.
She took out a tissue and gently wiped away the tears and stains from the man's face, her voice full of concern, "How did you get like this? Get up quickly, the ground is cold."
"me……"
With Wen Peizhen's support, Ge Bangguo stood up shakily.
Facing the woman he had wronged, he felt so ashamed and embarrassed by his immense guilt.
The man choked back tears, “Shen Xuewei and Ge Guangyao kicked me out. They betrayed me and even stole my company! You only realize what's truly precious when you're down on your luck. Peizhen, Jingjing, I'm so sorry to you and your daughter… I'm not human!”
Ge Jing stood to the side, listening to Ge Bangguo's words of repentance, her heart unmoved.
In his heyday, he was surrounded by women, swaggering around like a tyrant.
Now that you're down on your luck, do you know how to regret it?
What is the use?
However, Wen Peizhen looked at her with pity.
She gently patted Ge Bangguo's back, just as she had comforted him years ago when he suffered a setback in his career. Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart: "What's done is done, there's no use being sad anymore. Don't be too heartbroken, it's not good for your health. Settle down first, then think about what to do."
These words seemed to ignite Ge Bangguo's last fighting spirit.
His eyes blazed with fury, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes, being sad won't help. I have to find a way to take the company back and make Shen Xuewei and that unfilial son pay the price!"
"it is good."
Wen Peizhen held Ge Bangguo's hand, her gaze firm and full of support, "Whatever you want to do, Jingjing and I will support you. Go ahead and do it with confidence."
The woman's voice was gentle and reliable.
Ge Bangguo was moved to tears, and he tightly grasped his wife's hand as if he had grabbed a lifeline.
However, from an angle he couldn't see, a cold calculation flashed deep within Wen Peizhen's calm eyes.
The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.
The mother and son thought they were the winners, and Ge Bangguo thought he had found an ally.
Little did they know, Wen Peizhen was the one who would ultimately be the one to suffer the consequences.
As dusk deepened and the city lights began to twinkle, the neon lights of the company building shimmered, illuminating the different thoughts on everyone's faces.
The real show has only just begun.
……
In hospitals abroad.
The corridor outside the operating room was shrouded in a deathly, pale silence. The only sound was the screeching of the gurney wheels scraping against the floor.
Gu Sili lay on a mobile hospital bed.
That handsome face, which once captivated countless women and displayed ruthless decisiveness in the business world, was now devoid of color, appearing as a fragile, ashen white.
A gruesome wound on his forehead was still oozing blood.
Dark red marks snaked across his handsome brow bone and disappeared into his messy black hair.
Her haute couture suit was also cut open, revealing abrasions and internal injuries of varying depths underneath.
There was even an unnatural depression below the left side of the chest cavity, and every breath was accompanied by a tooth-grinding bone-scratching sound.
The foreign nurses pushed Gu Sili, working with the doctors who were trying to save him, and rushed quickly toward the operating room door.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly mustered his last bit of strength and grabbed the wrist of the person on his right.
The fingers were icy cold, covered in sticky blood, yet the force they exerted was astonishing.
His subordinate was startled and quickly asked, "Mr. Gu, what are your instructions?"
Gu Sili, trembling, handed over the small silver briefcase containing the "Sleeping Beauty" antidote, his voice hoarse and broken: "Take it, and use it to send it back to China as quickly as possible, and deliver it to... Madam..."
When Yun Ning was mentioned, a fleeting, elusive tenderness crossed the man's usually unfocused eyes.
Then, they were overwhelmed by immense pain and urgency.
The subordinate looked at the box that gleamed coldly.
There were a few dark red bloodstains on the corners, like red plum blossoms in the snow, shocking and jarring.
He hesitated for a moment, not daring to answer: "President Gu! Assistant Jiang is on extended leave and not by your side. Because of the rush, the Second Young Master didn't come along either. If I leave too, you'll have no one left to rely on! There's no one guarding outside the operating room, what if... what if those people take advantage of the situation..."
The subordinate dared not say any more, his eyes instantly reddening.
"Cough cough cough..."
Gu Sili coughed violently, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth.
His gaze suddenly sharpened, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "No! We can't keep An'an waiting! You must deliver it as soon as possible! This is... an order!"
"..."
His subordinates were all too familiar with that look.
That's the look in President Gu's eyes when he makes a decision and brooks no dissent.
Even though he was seriously injured at the moment, the power in his eyes could still penetrate the soul.
His subordinate wiped his face hard and then stopped hesitating.
He snatched the blood-stained box and hugged it tightly to his chest, as if it were something more precious than his own life: "Yes, Mr. Gu, I will definitely deliver the antidote safely and on time!"
Seeing him take it, Gu Sili's tense body seemed to relax for a moment, and his eyes also became a little unfocused.
But he clung to his last shred of consciousness, weakly whispering, "When I was in the car accident... I was video chatting with my wife. She must be terrified. Go back and tell her I'm okay. Then..."
He gasped for breath, piecing together broken sentences, "Let her... be alright..."
"Yes, Mr. Gu."
His subordinate choked up, unable to speak, and nodded emphatically.
Time is of the essence.
After Gu Sili finished giving his instructions, the nurse immediately pushed him into the operating room.
The subordinate glanced at the slowly closing door, clutched the box in his arms, and rushed to the end of the corridor as fast as he could.
Only the glaring red light in front of the operating room remained.
A few drops of dark red blood, not yet dried, on the floor created an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.