After Prison, She Shocks the World-Chapter 51: Her Mouth is Too Dirty, Clean It for Me

Han Yue clutched her face, staring in shock at Zhang Jue, who had struck her.

"You... you actually dared to hit me?"

Zhang Jue wanted to kill her. She could court death if she wished, but she shouldn’t drag him down with her. If he hit her, at least she’d live. But if she offended Qin Jinhai, not only would she lose her life, but the Han Family would also suffer. To think, she still hadn’t understood what he meant.

Zhang Jue clasped his fists in a salute to Qin Jinhai and Fu Bing, then turned and left, clearly distancing himself from Han Yue.

Qin Jinhai glanced at Han Yue and said, "Her mouth is too filthy. Clean it."

An inconspicuous man emerged from the crowd. He kicked Han Yue squarely in the hollow of her knee. Han Yue’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees. Before she could regain her balance, a flurry of slaps rained down on her face.

Qin Jinhai, holding Fu Bing’s hand, continued their leisurely stroll, completely unaffected by the continuous slapping sounds behind them.

*

Han Yue, her cheeks grotesquely swollen from the beating, was thrown into the Han Family residence.

Han Cheng barely recognized his own daughter.

Jian Meixue hugged Han Yue, her eyes red from weeping, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who did this?"

"Qin... Qin Jinhai."

Han Cheng and Jian Meixue exchanged looks of astonishment. Han Cheng said, "He has no grudge against Little Yue. Why would he suddenly act so ruthlessly?"

The bodyguard, looking troubled, explained, "Director Qin and Miss Fu were shopping. The Young Miss went up to them and cursed Miss Fu, calling her a slut. Director Qin’s men taught her a lesson."

Jian Meixue exclaimed, "She’s just a child who speaks without thinking! Was it necessary to be so harsh?"

Han Cheng instructed, "Have Doctor Lu come and take a look."

Lu Ji was gone. Lu Zhan had broken two fingers and couldn’t take a pulse. Now, only Lu Ji’s young disciple, Lu Yuan, remained.

Lu Yuan glanced at Han Yue and prescribed, "It’s an external injury. Applying a poultice for a couple of days should do it."

He had never liked Han Yue’s style—arrogant and domineering, as if the entire world had to revolve around her.

Jian Meixue, dissatisfied with his attitude, snapped, "My daughter has suffered such a serious injury, and you just give her a glance? Is this how you treat patients?"

"Then find someone else," Lu Yuan said, not bothering to engage.

"Don’t think I wouldn’t! If Lu Ji were still around, it wouldn’t be your turn to treat my daughter!"

"I’m not keen on treating any of you either," Lu Yuan retorted before walking out.

Now that Master was gone, there’s no need for me to stay with the Han Family either. I never liked treating patients anyway. Isn’t dedicating myself to researching medicinal herbs much better? Why did I have to be someone’s family doctor?

Jian Meixue stomped her foot in anger. "Husband, look at this bunch of incompetents you’ve hired!"

"Enough!" Han Cheng snapped, his patience wearing thin. "If you don’t trust the medicine Dr. Lu prescribed, then hire another doctor to take a proper look!"

Little Yue offended Qin Jinhai and Fu Bing. Now the chances of getting Fu Bing to treat the Old Master were even slimmer. If the Old Master doesn’t make it, then the Han Family will truly face a calamity. And yet, Jian Meixue and Han Yue not only failed to grasp the current situation but also kept stirring up trouble for me.

Stunned by his outburst, Jian Meixue didn’t dare utter another word.

Han Cheng called the bodyguard over to ask some questions and discovered that Han Yue had already clashed with Fu Bing at the traditional Chinese medicine market. He was so furious he wanted to drag Han Yue out and give her a beating himself. He knew his own daughter’s character all too well.

Han Cheng prepared high-quality ginseng overnight and went to Imperial Garden to apologize. However, he couldn’t even get past the residential complex’s main gate.

"Young man," Han Cheng said deferentially, "please try announcing me again. I’m here to apologize to Director Qin and Miss Fu."

Anyone working in property management for Jiangcheng’s most exclusive residential complex must have a significant background. Han Cheng didn’t dare put on airs, showing extreme courtesy even to the security guards at the gate.

The security guard, a retired military man, stood ramrod straight. "I just confirmed by phone. Director Qin and Miss Fu are not at home. Please leave."

"But I have urgent matters..." Han Cheng pleaded.

"Company policy states we cannot excessively disturb the residents."

At that moment, a black Maybach drove in from outside. It swept past Han Cheng and sped into the complex, showing no intention of stopping.

Han Cheng recognized the license plate and tried to rush over, but the security guard stopped him. "Without a resident’s permission, you cannot enter."

Inside the car, Fu Bing spotted Han Cheng and remarked to Qin Jinhai, "He certainly moves fast."

Qin Jinhai asked, "Do you want to save Old Master Han?"

"No," Fu Bing replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Why?"

"Since I saved Han Hu, I won’t save anyone who has hurt her."

Fu Bing knew perfectly well: if she saved Han Hu, Han Hu would willingly give her life for her. If she were to save other members of the Han Family, it would only wound Han Hu. Besides, the Han Family possessed nothing she desired.

Qin Jinhai glanced at her. "You’re quite well-informed."

Fu Bing replied, "Han Hu told me."

Few people knew that Han Hu hailed from the Han Family. Han Hu had been driven out of the Han Family by Han Cheng and Jian Meixue when she was ten. The Han Family had never publicly acknowledged her as one of their own. When Han Hu died, the Han Family showed no concern.

If I were to save Old Master Han now, it would truly break Han Hu’s heart, Fu Bing thought.

"How is Han Hu’s surgical recovery going?" Fu Bing asked.

"Go see for yourself, and you’ll know."

That makes sense, Fu Bing mused.

Construction on the villas for Xiaomei, Aunt Ning, and Uncle He was proceeding around the clock. The structural work and basic installations were already complete. Various products to absorb formaldehyde had already been placed inside, and the soft furnishing stage would be even quicker. Once a style was chosen, it could be arranged and set up on the same day.

Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Xiaomei have been busy for so long. I should take them out to relax, Fu Bing thought.

*

The next day, Fu Bing shared her thoughts with Xiaomei.

Xiaomei immediately grew excited and went to book business-class high-speed rail tickets. Suddenly, she looked up. "Sister, should I book a ticket for Director Qin?"

"No need."

"Oh, okay!" Xiaomei was even happier.

"Rent a villa, one with a private courtyard."

"How long should we rent it for?"

"Half a year."

Han Hu’s household registration and bank accounts had already been closed. She needs to recuperate properly. Finding a place with a good environment for her recovery is ideal, Fu Bing reasoned.

Aunt Ning and Uncle He hadn’t traveled far in over a decade. They bought four business-class high-speed rail tickets. Aside from a little difficulty getting on and off the train, everything else was arranged perfectly.

When Qin Jinhai returned to Imperial Garden late that night, the villa was pitch dark. He turned on the lights and found a note left by Fu Bing: "I’ve taken Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Xiaomei to visit a patient."

Qin Jinhai was so incensed he almost laughed. So, she just ditched me, huh?

Qin Jinhai sent her a text message: "Just wait until you get home. You’ll be in for it."

Fu Bing read it but did not reply.

I need time to cool down. Too many things are entangled between me and Qin Jinhai. I want to escape Qin Jinhai, to establish my own sanctuary where his influence can’t reach.

After disembarking from the high-speed train, Fu Bing arranged for two cars. One took Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Xiaomei to the villa, while the other took her to the hospital.

This was Jiangnan, separated from Jiangcheng by only a river. This was where her mother had lived. As soon as she stepped out of the car, a gentle breeze wafted by, and Fu Bing’s heart softened.

Jiangnan First Private Plastic Surgery Hospital. Its privacy measures were excellent; even the doctors didn’t know their clients’ identities.

Han Hu’s face was still wrapped in gauze. Seeing Fu Bing, Han Hu’s eyes reddened.

"Don’t cry," Fu Bing warned gently. "The wound might get infected."

Han Hu forcefully held back her tears. "Why did you come?"

"I didn’t have anything more pressing back there, and I figured you might want some company, so I came."

Han Hu tightly grasped Fu Bing’s hand, too moved to speak. Having never encountered light and warmth before, she felt an extraordinary pull towards Fu Bing. Fu Bing always managed to offer the greatest warmth to others.

"How is your recovery going?"

"The previous wounds have healed a lot. The person applying the medicated dressings said there are no scars left. My face had more incisions, so it’ll be another three days before the gauze can be removed."

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets!" Her answer was delivered with striking firmness.

Han Hu didn’t regret choosing to live. And she certainly didn’t regret the plastic surgery.

Revenge! I will claim it with my own hands!

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