Ji Feng has been hustling in the business world for so many years, always knowing how to read the room, yet he couldn’t figure out which big shot he had offended.
It wasn’t until Ji Qing returned that he suddenly realized everything was Lu Jinghan’s revenge.
On the sofa in the living room, Ji Feng irritably yanked off his tie, picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, and took a few deep drags.
"If I had known this would be the outcome today, I shouldn’t have trusted you and Lu Qing An back then. Now, the entire Ji Family is dragged into this mess."
Ji Feng breathed heavily, impatience written all over his brow.
The face of Ji Qing, still charming, showed a sinister ruthlessness, as if Lu Jinghan had dug up her family tomb: "I’ll go find him right now."
Ji Feng pressed down on Ji Qing, who was standing up from the sofa: "What are you going to do when you find him? Fight to the death?"
"Yes, I’m going to fight him to the death. Why should the Ji Family be buried along with this? Qing An has already gone to prison, the three of us have been kicked out of the Lu Family, aren’t these prices enough?"
Ji Feng viciously stubbed out the cigarette in his hand: "If you go and apologize to him now, perhaps Lu Jinghan might show some mercy. But if you fight him to the death, do you think we’re not miserable enough already?"
Ji Qing’s hands were tightly twisted together, unable to swallow this anger, a surge of rage rushed from her feet to her head.
"Mom, why don’t we go ask big brother for help? Maybe he will remember our old ties and won’t hold it against us."
Lu Jingwei had always lived a life of luxury and extravagance, and she didn’t want any more trouble from the Ji Family, or her future would truly be uncertain.
Lu Jingchen was thinking the same: "Mom, we need to be flexible. It’s just asking for a favor, it won’t take a piece of flesh."
Even though Ji Qing was unwilling, she knew that with the Ji Family’s power, there was no way they could compete with Lu Jinghan.
Ji Qing’s father shook his head helplessly: "I know this is unfair to you, but we really have no choice. Your brother and I have used every connection and ran ourselves ragged these past few days, but it’s no use. If we keep dragging this out, the company will truly suffer too much, we can’t hold on."
Ji Qing looked at her parents, then at Ji Feng, gritting her teeth and agreeing: "Fine, I’ll go."
Ji Feng lit another cigarette from the coffee table and called the assistant to check, saying that Lu Jinghan had been in the hospital these days.
He picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on: "I’ll go with you."
In the hospital, as soon as Han Xi woke up, she heard someone crying outside, and after scanning the room, she didn’t find Lu Jinghan.
Worried, Han Xi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, slowly walking to the door and opening it, only to be met with the tear-streaked face of Ji Qing, heartbroken and desperate.
"Jing Han, what’s going on?"
Lu Jinghan turned, a slight frown in his deep brow: "Why are you out of bed?"
"I’m fine, I just woke up and didn’t see you, then heard some noise outside, and got a bit worried."
Ji Qing quickly grabbed Han Xi’s hand, crying profusely: "Xiao Xi, please help your second aunt persuade Jing Han to let the Ji Family go. Your second uncle is already in prison, and we’ve already suffered retribution for whatever we did wrong. Please don’t push us to the brink."
Lu Jinghan removed Ji Qing’s hand from Han Xi, his voice low and warning: "If you don’t want me to have you thrown out, you’d better leave now."