"You come begging to Sun Ling, but it’s better to come beg me instead," Shi Lan threw off her wrist, crossing her arms as she faced Mrs. Qiu, "Your son hired someone to commit murder, and yet here you are, loitering about?"
"My son did not hire anyone to murder!"
"Did he not hire someone, or did he not murder anyone?" Shi Lan asked. "Your son paid the money, provided the drug, and the other party took action. You say he did not hire someone to kill, who would believe that?"
Instantly, Mrs. Qiu choked, "You..."
"And now you come running here causing trouble for the victim. If this gets out, do you think the Qiu Family still wants their business? Anyone with a brain would know not to add fuel to the fire at this time. But no, you came here to fan the flames. I don’t think you’re trying to save your son; you’re trying to send him to his death, aren’t you?"
"If you really want to save your son, next time come, kneel all the way from the hospital entrance to the ward. Let the Sun Family see your sincerity. Maybe Sun Ling will soften his heart, and really spare Qiu Tianyi. If you don’t want to kneel yourself, getting your son to do it works just as well. Otherwise, if the kidnapping charge holds, causing minor injuries alone could land him in prison for three years. If Sun Ling doesn’t settle, then Qiu Tianyi won’t get a day less of those three years."
"Even if the kidnapping charge doesn’t hold, incitement and hiring someone to cause second-degree minor injuries could mean at least a year in jail, Mrs. Qiu. Do you understand what that means?"
"No matter how rich your family is, once your son gets out, he is a criminal people will avoid. How will he manage a company, get married?"
"Moreover, I have heard that in prison, there’s all kinds of people. A greeting from a fellow inmate with their hand, or their foot, is quite common. If he ends up disabled... tsk, tsk. His best years, full of youth, just wasted like that."
After Shi Lan said this, tears of fright sprang from Mrs. Qiu’s eyes.
Grasping Shi Lan’s arm, she asked, "What should I do? What exactly must I do for you all to spare my son?"
Shi Lan pointed with her chin to Sun Ling’s ward, then said, "Start with an apology, let the anger subside, then try again?"
Then, the door to Sun Ling’s room was pushed open again. This time, however, Mrs. Qiu did not dare to enter and rile up Sun Ling. She could only stand at the door, bowing three times to Sun Ling, and repeatedly saying sorry.
Sun Ling looked puzzled and soon, Shi Lan walked in.
"Boss, what did you say to that woman? She even bowed and apologized to me! Do you know how arrogant she was just now?" Sun Ling found it unbelievable.
"Just trying to cheer you up, how was it?" Shi Lan hooked a smile. "Why bother arguing with someone like that when you can hit them where it hurts?"
Sun Ling hadn’t forgotten the boss’s knack for nonsense. Now to make Mrs. Qiu bow and apologize, what was so surprising about that?
"Actually, I don’t hate the Qiu Family so much since I know they are heartless and ungrateful. What I hate more is that man I called father for over twenty years. I never thought he could be so heartless." Sun Ling lowered his head, unable to hide his sadness, "Boss, I just can’t let it go."
"You’ll have to bear it now because you’re not persuasive enough yet. Eventually, when you’ve made a name for yourself, time will give you the answers," Shi Lan patted Sun Ling’s shoulder to soothe him, "I’ll switch you to a quieter hospital in a bit."
At that moment, the head nurse came in with the nurse from earlier to apologize to Sun Ling.
The young nurse looked regretfully at Sun Ling, "I’m sorry, Miss Sun."