Chapter 84

Chapter 84

At four in the morning, the city was shrouded in deep darkness.

On the top floor of a hotel invested by CM, the place was brightly lit. The glaring white lights reflected off the smooth floor, casting clear shadows and adding to the coldness and silence of the scene.

The only person sitting on a chair had his hand resting on the armrest. No one could tell what he was thinking.

All they knew was that his mood tonight was at its worst.

As the muffled curses and screams from a closed room nearby gradually faded until barely audible, the door finally opened.

Han Qian wiped his fingers with a handkerchief and walked out slowly.

Xi Siyan looked up at him.

Unable to withstand the pressure of Xi Siyan's gaze, Han Qian quickly spoke: "We got it out of him."

He tossed the handkerchief to a bodyguard nearby and said, "You were right; it wasn't just one group, but three. Chen Mo has a lot of dirt on Chuanxing Technology. When UA had issues, Ren Xiansen feared an investigation would lead back to him and was even more afraid Chen Mo would report him, so he sent people to steal documents. That's the first part. The arsonist acted on Lunaer's orders. With Chen Mo still being the legitimate heir of the Yang family, Yang Zhi's stance is unclear—he hasn't denied that Chen Mo might return to take over the Yang family. Lunaer probably thought that if Chen Mo died, he'd have a last chance at survival, so he decided to go all out. As for the hospital, guess who was behind it?"

Han Qian sat down on another chair dragged over by a bodyguard, raising an eyebrow.

Xi Siyan hadn't changed his posture throughout and now calmly said, "Yang Shule."

"Damn, you knew?" Han Qian couldn't help but complain, "Playing guessing games with you is always the least fun."

Seeing Xi Siyan's unyielding expression, Han Qian stopped joking and continued, "Chen Mo... He was lucky. The attack at the hospital was hastily planned. Yang Shule found out he hadn't returned and clearly wasn't satisfied, so he arranged it on the spot."

Xi Siyan's face darkened. "Where is he now?"

"He must have run," Han Qian said with a "he's not stupid" look. "If Chen Mo had died in the fire, everyone would be happy. But things didn't go as planned, and you stayed at the hospital instead of Rhein Ark. Now that Yang Shule has lost his last lifeline with Lunaer, let alone what his fate will be, falling into your hands would be worse. Why wouldn't he run?"

Xi Siyan stood up from his chair. "Cooperate with the police to search all stations and airports. I don't want to hear tomorrow that he hasn't been found. Also, find out who leaked my itinerary. Whoever it is, don't bring them to me; directly charge them with official misconduct."

Han Qian clicked his tongue. "The person who leaked your whereabouts might not even realize how serious it was. And Yang Shule really went all out, choosing to act when you weren't around. Do you think he knew you were at the hospital last night?"

Xi Siyan glanced at him. "If you're really bored, go find someone."

After saying this, Xi Siyan turned and left.

Han Qian was momentarily stunned and shouted, "What about those guys inside?"

"Feed them to the dogs," Xi Siyan's cold voice echoed without stopping.

Han Qian muttered a curse under his breath.

A subordinate hesitantly approached, "Mr. Han, President Xi's request..."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Han Qian kicked him irritably. "He's just angry. Xi Siyan's own people almost got stabbed under his nose. We should be trying to stop him from killing, not handing him knives. You think you're invincible? I say he's smart enough to keep his wits about him."

Han Qian was filled with worry.

Thinking about how Chen Mo nearly got stabbed and how they initially planned an accident, it suddenly escalated to murder.

This reminded Han Qian of the toughest two years abroad with Xi Siyan, where the methods used in similar situations still sent chills down his spine.

Han Qian was certain that Lunaer targeting Chen Mo was the worst decision he ever made.

As for Yang Shule.

Han Qian didn't even bother evaluating him.

While he seemed unintelligent, he showed small cleverness everywhere.

He knew how to maximize his value in front of someone like Lunaer, making decisions without hesitation, and even daring to bet everything at critical moments.

But if he were truly smart, he would show the foolishness of the cunning.

"Let's go," Han Qian said.

Subordinate: "Where to?"

Han Qian: "Where else? Clear the way for President Xi so he doesn't get carried away. In the end, we'll suffer."

That night was chaotic beyond measure, and the details were hard to recount.

Chen Mo spent the whole night in vain, still running a high fever the next morning.

But he didn't show it.

He calmly dealt with various messages of concern.

Later, perhaps tired of it, he posted on social media—still alive, just lost the house, thanks for the concern.

Ignoring the worried frown of the doctor treating him, he asked, "When can I be discharged?"

"Discharged?" The doctor smiled bitterly, especially with a man in a black suit and several bodyguards standing in the room. "Mr. Chen, you need further treatment. Although you weren't injected with that potent toxin last night, you still have a high fever and don't meet discharge criteria."

The doctor was also terrified.

Hospital incidents like assaults and bizarre patient-doctor conflicts were common, but using lethal toxins to kill someone openly was unprecedented.

The hospital administration, following instructions from another man in the room, suppressed the incident, preventing it from spreading. Given it happened late at night, only a few, including the police and hospital management, knew about it.

It was precisely because of the unusual circumstances that the doctor insisted strongly on his discharge.

When Chen Mo's request was denied, he wasn't surprised.

He leaned back and turned his head, looking at the person who had rushed back under the stars just as dawn broke, and said, "Brother Yan."

"Stay for two more days," Xi Siyan tucked the blanket around him, his usual imposing presence subdued, "at least until your fever breaks."

Chen Mo's hand touched the other's pinky finger and didn't move away. His tone carried a subtle hint of reassurance, seemingly casual: "Leaving everything to you, I wouldn't feel at ease either."

At this moment, Xi Siyan's nerves, taut from an entire night, finally snapped, only to be quickly overwhelmed by another emotion.

It was anger born from fear, suppressed for too long due to the fear of losing him.

Before this, he needed to maintain absolute clarity and composure to carefully find the right moment to act.

But now, seeing Chen Mo, who had narrowly escaped death several times during the night and was now lying there, indirectly assuring him that he was fine, his controlled emotions suddenly crumbled. Anger burned within him, and he pinched the bridge of his nose to suppress his rage. He couldn't take his eyes off Chen Mo, which slightly alleviated the urge to carry him away.

Throughout the morning, doctors, nurses, and even police officers came in and out of the ward.

By noon, when Chen Mo was having lunch, the ward became lively again.

The Yang family had arrived.

Yang Qi'an and Zhou Yaoqing were also present.

"If you don't want to see them, I can have them dismissed," Xi Siyan said.

Chen Mo took a sip of the specially prepared soup by the nutritionist before slowly saying, "Whether they come or not doesn't matter to me. Let them in."

The couple looked older than they did at Yang Zhi's wedding.

Su Qianran took an apple from the fruit basket, nodded at Chen Mo, and went to wash it, clearly trying to avoid any appearance of impropriety. Yang Zhi didn't exchange pleasantries with Chen Mo; he went straight to Xi Siyan, obviously aware of the situation and looking terrible.

"Xiao Mo," Zhou Yaoqing cautiously handed him a thermos, "I made this myself. Would you like to try it?"

Chen Mo glanced at the thermos, then at his own bowl, and said indifferently, "I'm almost done eating. Put it on the side table, thanks. You've gone to a lot of trouble."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Zhou Yaoqing's face, but Chen Mo pretended not to notice.

Yang Qi'an, unable to change his habit of acting paternal, spoke, "We heard about what happened to you. Why did you insist on going out and partnering with others to start some new venture? You offended someone without realizing it. Didn't you help your brother save the company recently? I think you should come back..."

Chen Mo interrupted, "That was for Grandpa, not for anyone else. You're overthinking it."

Yang Qi'an looked embarrassed. Seeing Chen Mo lower his head, seemingly uninterested in further conversation, he tried to salvage the situation, "We're going to visit Grandpa today. The doctors say his condition is stable."

Chen Mo finally gave him a glance.

Feeling a bit of his dignity restored, Yang Qi'an continued, "If it weren't for that child, Xi Siyan, you might have suffered much worse. Have they caught the person responsible?"

Chen Mo looked at him strangely.

Then, he suddenly smiled, "They haven't been caught yet. What? Yang Zhi didn't tell you that all of this is related to your younger son?"

Watching the couple's expressions shift from stunned to shocked to disbelief, Chen Mo felt a small surge of vindictive pleasure.

Five years ago, he had said he no longer cared and wouldn't interact with them.

Yet, Chen Mo still found satisfaction in seeing the couple's dismay upon discovering that their pride and joy, the son they had nurtured, had already fallen into the abyss.

Realizing this, Chen Mo lost interest.

He put down his spoon, feeling a sharp pain in his hand. Then he noticed someone quickly approaching, pressing down on his wrist with a frown, while the other hand reached for the call button, speaking in a low, steady voice, "The needle slipped. Don't move."

Chen Mo looked at the needle mark on his hand from last night and the blood seeping through the bandage, realizing that the needle had slipped because he had unconsciously exerted force.

Chen Mo allowed Xi Siyan to hold him down and suddenly said, "Have them leave."

Xi Siyan glanced at him, said nothing else, just nodded, and gestured for the bodyguards to escort them out.

The couple, still in shock, didn't understand why Chen Mo suddenly had a needle slip or why he wanted them to leave.

Yang Zhi stood there for a while before suddenly saying, "Chen Mo, whether you believe it or not, I didn't tell Mom and Dad about Yang Shule to protect him."

"So I told them for you," Chen Mo stared at him coldly, "I don't care about your reasons. I'm just informing you. Since he targeted me, I don't care whose son or brother he is. Now, get out."

Facing Chen Mo's current attitude, Yang Zhi felt only silence and hesitance, devoid of anger.

Everyone who should leave did so.

As the nurse arrived, Xi Siyan sat on the bed, covered Chen Mo's eyes, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, they're all gone. Don't look."

Chen Mo heard the nurse laugh and say, "Mr. Chen is afraid of needles?"

Chen Mo let his eyes be covered and casually responded with a hum.

He also understood implicitly that what Xi Siyan meant by "don't look" wasn't the needle, but rather those people and things that shouldn't affect him.