The male assistant was not unfamiliar with the person walking towards him.
Not to mention the strikingly recognizable face that stood out even without makeup, he had seen numerous topics about Jiang Lingxi while scrolling through his phone during the car ride over.
However, his attention had previously been on Han Jiaojiao, who was lying on the hospital bed, and Pei Xinyuan, who left a scar on his face. Among the tasks Mr. Bai had given him, one was to personally assess Han Jiaojiao’s injuries. It would be even better if he could say a few words to provoke the fortunately-not-dead Han Jiaojiao to death. He really hadn’t paid much attention to the other people at the scene.
Until the person in front of him spoke, creating a presence that everyone could not ignore.
Even Pei Xinyuan, who had been extremely emotional moments ago, visibly calmed down after Jiang Lingxi spoke.
The male assistant instantly felt as if facing a formidable enemy.
As Mr. Bai’s assistant, he had handled numerous celebrities of varying fame for Mr. Bai even before Han Jiaojiao, some even reaching the second tier.
But none had exerted such immense pressure with just a glance Jiang Lingxi in front of him.
When her gaze fell on his suit pocket, it took him a moment to realize that his hand had already moved to defensively press on his pocket.
A textbook case of oversharing!
"Would you like to take it out yourself, or should I help you?"
"Miss Jiang, you’re joking. The phone is personal property, and taking someone else’s belongings is illegal, right? And besides, the police are right here. Aren’t you afraid of getting detained if you do that?"
The male assistant resisted the urge to wipe his sweat and continued, "Besides, Mr. Bai is busy, but it’s perfectly normal for him to want to know about Miss Han’s situation through the phone, right? I’m just here to deliver a message!"
Jiang Lingxi merely looked at him coldly, making him unable to leave even if he wanted to.
Then he heard a voice behind Jiang Lingxi, "That’s enough."
He inexplicably rolled out, and as he was exiting, he couldn’t help but glance back at the man behind Jiang Lingxi.
He only caught a glimpse of a side profile so exquisite it defied a mere brush’s depiction, vaguely familiar, but couldn’t recall where he’d seen it before. He merely reported through his earpiece to the person on the other end, "Han Jiaojiao is severely injured, seemingly unable to even speak. However, you heard her friend, Pei Xinyuan, has a tough attitude. And I didn’t expect Jiang Lingxi to have a good relationship with them. If Jiang Lingxi uses public opinion to help Han Jiaojiao, it might ultimately cause considerable trouble. Mr. Bai, do you think we should proceed with the second solution?"
Regarding how Jiang Lingxi pointed out that he was on a call and then suddenly told him to leave, along with the man who seemed a bit familiar suddenly saying ’That’s enough,’ even he found it baffling, and hesitated to mention it.
A response came through the earpiece, "Fine, just in case, handle this matter personally yourself."
As soon as he walked out the door, Han Jiaojiao fainted.
The remaining people in the ward didn’t look too good.
If that person associated with Mr. Bai could arrive so swiftly, it meant he’d either been silently monitoring the situation or had bribed some staff to tip him off.
"That person came specifically to provoke Jiaojiao. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shown up at such a convenient time," Pei Xinyuan mumbled, looking at her friend’s pale face, even in a faint. "I shouldn’t have let that jerk speak!"
Jiang Lingxi exchanged a look only she and Shen Yunqing could understand before turning to Pei Xinyuan, who was almost about to collapse after venting, and hurriedly supported her, "Your fever just broke, you should return to rest in the ward as well."
"Without Han Jiaojiao’s family around, if you’re not well, who will take care of her?"
This persuaded Pei Xinyuan to return to the adjacent ward.
"Xixi, Mr. Shen, we’ve troubled you and Jiaojiao this time, despite you both being so busy taking the special trip." Pei Xinyuan, with a somewhat hoarse voice, cleared her throat with some warm water before continuing, "Last night, the police said there wasn’t enough evidence, so those who harmed Jiaojiao couldn’t even be detained unless there’s proof showing Jiaojiao was forced into jumping. But looking at that person who just came, it’s clearly not the first time they’ve done this, only this time’s severity caught the police’s attention. Xixi, I am so angry..."
Jiang Lingxi took the empty cup from her hand, poured another glass of hot water, and placed it on the bedside table to cool, "You think they can cover everything up and that no matter how hard you and Jiaojiao try, this matter might ultimately fizzle out?"
Pei Xinyuan gave a bleak smile, filled with hopelessness, "Isn’t that the case? We have neither money nor power to fight against them. Even if Jiaojiao could testify, material evidence is still needed, right? Jiaojiao walked into Mr. Bai’s room under surveillance voluntarily, the only evidence we have is disadvantageous to us, is there any other way?"
She dreamt Mr. Bai would face retribution, but the reality left her feeling powerless and helpless!
Jiang Lingxi turned to Shen Yunqing, who was sitting on the sofa, and waited until he finished sending a message before speaking, "So what kind of person is this Mr. Bai?"
"Bai Shengyu, the only son from the Bai Family’s second house, the actual stakeholder of Shengqiao Media, who has served as the producer for many budget online dramas. Currently, he is preparing three online dramas. The subjects are somewhat...risqué; they usually get aired on foreign websites due to not passing domestic reviews. However, I also found out that the dramas he invests in don’t earn much, and most are losing money. Digging deeper, there should be some underlying issues."
He spoke vaguely, and although Jiang Lingxi had only been in the modern world for half a year, she understood his meaning.
"If that’s true, it truly is outrageous."
"Do you have confidence in cutting off his roots?"
Knowing the lack of evidence and the evidentiary disadvantage, Jiang Lingxi originally didn’t plan to fight to the death over Han Jiaojiao’s matter with them.
It’s time-consuming and laborious, with little result.
Instead, approaching the person orchestrating everything behind the scenes directly would be more effective.
Given how this isn’t their first offense, those who already have dirty hands can’t clean them, manage to get loads of charges, so why not seize more than one?
The outcome is the same, avenging would suffice.
Shen Yunqing put down his phone and nodded, "Worth a try."
Jiang Lingxi was already accustomed to his understated manner, and his words implied at least ninety percent certainty.
The two of them, exchanging a few words, already formed an unspoken understanding, leaving Pei Xinyuan sitting in the ward stunned, "Xixi, Mr. Shen, you both..."
Her hearing felt powerful yet bewildering, but the more she listened, the more confused she became.
Jiang Lingxi turned, patting her head, "Recover soon, then sit back and watch that Mr. Bai cry."