The rich man on the run: The gangster is so hard to get rid of

When Lingtang woke up, Su Lan was sitting next to her.

This scene seemed familiar, except that the person sitting next to her was Lisa.

After the Ling Group was acquired, Ling Xiao no longer needed her, so he recommended Lisa to Shen Peizhi.

Shen Peizhi offered a high annual salary, but Lisa did not accept his kindness and rejected his offer.

She left City F and returned to the small county town of her hometown. She joined the wave of public examinations and successfully landed. From then on, she became unknown.

In this life, people will always stand at various crossroads, and they can only choose one way to go.

Her head was still aching. She raised her hand and was stunned for a moment when she saw the infusion tube in her hand.

Su Lan finally noticed that she was awake and asked with concern, "Madam, you are awake, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?"

Ling Tang shook his head slightly, and then remembered that he was hit by a car, and the faces of Ling Xiao, Nian Nian and Xiang Xiang flashed in his mind.

"Where are my brother and the children? Are they okay?"

Su Lan lowered her eyes and answered her question evasively, "Ling Nian and Ling Xiang are safe, you don't have to worry."

But Lingtang keenly caught the loophole in her words and asked, "Where is my brother?"

It was a bit cold in the hospital, so Su Lan tightened her down jacket, then tucked Ling Tang's quilt, and answered her questions unhurriedly.

"Madam, the boss is here too. He will tell you personally about Ling Xiao."

Ling Tang quickly realized the seriousness, "What on earth is going on, where is my brother?"

Su Lan couldn't bear it, but remembering Shen Peizhi's explanation, she managed a smile and said, "Madam, the doctor said you need to eat when you wake up. I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."

Ling Tang asked again, "I don't want to hear this, Su Lan, answer my question."

Su Lan said nothing, looking at Ling Tang with sympathy and compassion in her eyes.

Lingtang saw something in her eyes. She struggled to sit up and then got out of bed.

There were no shoes next to the bed, so she stepped barefoot on the ground, then reached out to pull out the infusion tube in her hand.

"Which ward is my brother in? I want to visit him."

Su Lan wanted to stop her, but was afraid of hurting her. She stretched out her hand to hold her arm, "Madam, your body has not recovered yet."

Ling Tang didn't know where he got the strength to push her away, and then tore off the infusion tube.

The moment the needle came out, bright red blood flowed from the light cyan veins and spread on the back of her hand.

She didn't feel any pain, so she got up and walked out of the ward.

The floor was very cold. She was barefoot and wearing a thin hospital gown. She didn't take two steps. She felt dizzy before her eyes. She hurriedly held on to the wall.

Su Lan was behind her, hurriedly getting her down jacket and shoes. If the boss found Ling Tang like this, he would definitely blame himself.

Ling Tang turned his head twice, forced himself to wake up, held on to the wall, and walked slowly outside the ward.

Opening the door to the ward, there were several people in the corridor. She caught a nurse speaking English and asked Ling Xiao which ward he was in.

The nurse looked her up and down, recognized her, and asked, "Are you talking about the man who was sent here with you?"

Lingtang nodded, "Yes, which ward is he in?"

The next second, Lingtang saw sympathy and apology in the nurse's eyes.

"I'm sorry, miss. I'm sorry that the man passed away two days ago without resuscitation."

Died...

These two words were like a gleaming sword piercing her heart.

"No, it's impossible..."

The nurse looked nervous when she saw her hand, "Miss, you are bleeding..."

Ling Tang didn't believe all this. He grabbed the nurse's shoulders and shook her wildly, "Which ward is he in? Tell me, which ward he is in."

"Miss, you can't do this, you are still very weak."

The nurse could not imagine how a patient who had just woken up from being in bed for two days could have such great strength.

No one answered her question. She wanted to see her brother. He would not die...

She let go of the nurse and began to open the doors of one ward after another. She could no longer hear everyone's voices.

Some patients were abusing her, some were looking at her as if she was crazy, and some were following her, using various methods to stop her.

Why did she come to Manchester? If she hadn't come, there wouldn't have been a car accident, and Ling Xiao wouldn't have lost his life trying to save her.

After opening the door of an unknown number of wards, two strong arms suddenly picked her up around the waist, and she was embraced into a warm embrace.

She looked up, and Shen Peizhi's face appeared in front of her. He looked at her with red eyes, full of concern and distress.

Tears burst out in an instant, and she buried her head in his arms, crying unbridled and hysterically.

It was already two hours later that Ling Tang was comforted.

She was lying on the hospital bed, and the doctor had just injected her with a sedative. For a moment, she slept peacefully.

Her eyelashes were wet and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Shen Peizhi sat beside her bed and looked at her with a calm expression.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes. The next second, his hand clenched into a fist in mid-air.

Su Lan knocked on the door outside, "Boss, people from the police station are here."

Shen Peizhi responded, "I understand."

He stood up and stroked her face, "Xiaotang, don't worry, I will not let go of anyone who killed Ling Xiao."

Shen Peizhi spoke English fluently. The two British police officers sitting opposite him looked at the man in front of them with surprised expressions.

"Mr. Shen, we have arrested the driver and confirmed that he caused death by drunken driving."

"We will prosecute him and he could face life in prison."

Life imprisonment? Shen Peizhi sneered in his heart, this won't work.

After the police left, when Shen Peizhi returned to the ward, Su Lan followed him and asked, "Boss, do you need Aaron to come to the UK?"

Shen Peizhi raised his eyebrows with a cold expression, "No need, you can just take care of this little thing."

"What do you want to do?"

Su Lan, who was well aware of Shen Peizhi's temper, knew that Shen Peizhi would not let the driver off easily, and that drunk driving was just a cover.

"Death is too cheap for him. I will make his life worse than death."

Shen Peizhi's reply was concise and concise, and Su Lan quickly understood what he meant, "I understand, I'll do it right away."

"We can't stay in the UK any longer. You book a flight. I want to leave tomorrow."

"You stay here and deal with the follow-up matters, including Ling Xiao's assets."

Manchester was a sad place, and he couldn't let Ling Tang stay here any longer and get emotional.

"Well," Su Lan responded, suddenly remembering something, and hesitated, "There is something I don't know if I should tell you."

Shen Peizhi frowned, looking unhappy, "I don't like hesitating."

"The President's Office received a cross-border express delivery yesterday. It was sent by my wife."

Lingtang's ward was only one step away. Shen Peizhi stopped and did not move forward. He turned to look at Su Lan and motioned for her to continue.

"It's the divorce agreement. Madam has already signed it."

There was silence in the corridor.

Su Lan stood there with her head lowered. In the silent corridor, she seemed to hear Shen Peizhi's breathing getting deeper and deeper.

"I see."

With these four simple words, Su Lan looked up and Shen Peizhi's hand had already been placed on the door handle.

He turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Distant China, City F, on the top floor of a serviced apartment.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, the woman was wearing a white silk nightgown, and her long wavy hair covered her back, creating an enchanting arc.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, shaking it gently. The liquid in the goblet was as bright as blood.

At the beginning of the new year, the city lights are on and the viaducts are busy with traffic.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and the woman turned her head, revealing a beautiful face.

Soon, the sound of water stopped, and then there was the sound of the door being opened.

Hearing this voice, the woman put down the red wine in her hand with a smile and walked towards the bed.

A foreign man came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe and looked at the woman lying on the bed. A smile immediately appeared on his slightly old face.

"Baby, wait a minute."

The woman was lying on the bed, twisting her waist, her figure was enchanting, and her white silk nightgown was lifted up to her thighs.

She smiled and scolded, "I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't want to miss you. It takes so long to take a shower."

"Don't worry, here we come."

The man happily took off his bathrobe and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

The lights were extinguished. Jiang Siyi tilted her head and looked at the red shadow over the city. Something called hatred slowly grew in her bones.

The man lying on her body is a gang leader somewhere in the United States, and he is over fifty years old.

It was a cold winter, and she was being hunted. She hid in the trash can and shivered.

Just now, Qiangzi, who had been protecting her, was shot dead by a thug. She knew that it was not a thug at all, but someone sent by Shen Peizhi.

There was only half of the garbage in the trash can. Even though it was winter, there was still a stench in the trash can. She covered her nose and did not dare to make a sound. Tears ran down her cheeks, giving off a slight chill.

Footsteps were approaching, and then there were several gunshots. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, feeling scared to death.

When the lid of the bucket was opened, she was pulled out. She did not dare to raise her head and knelt down to beg for mercy.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of her, and he pulled her up, "Miss, don't be afraid, we have already dealt with your pursuers."

She hurriedly raised her head, looked at the man in front of her, and burst into tears.

She didn't expect that during her years in the United States, this man would become her patron saint.