After fixing her cast and treating other abrasions, Han Xi finally had the nurse push her to the VIP ward.
Ji Qing looked at her daughter lying on the hospital bed with a heart full of pain, her whole heart wrenched: "Why are you so careless? If you're drunk, you shouldn't drive yourself."
Lu Jingwei felt extremely unlucky this time; how did the brakes of a perfectly good car fail? The cars she drove were all luxury cars; there was no reason for them to break down just like that.
"The brakes failed. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have collided with the car in front."
Lu Jingwei's usually pretty face was now as pale as paper, with none of her usual alluring charm.
Lu Qing An, sitting on the sofa nearby, furrowed his brows tightly at these words. Before he could speak, his phone rang in his pocket.
Lu Qing An leaned slightly to the left, reached into his pocket, and pressed the answer button.
"President Lu, you should check the news. Your son is on the headlines." The anxious and slightly uneasy voice of his assistant, Tang Ming, came from the other end of the line.
After hanging up, Lu Qing An opened the news on his phone, his face turning ashen, his temples throbbing.
If he had his suspicions when Lu Jingwei mentioned the brake failure, now, after seeing the news of his son's arrest, he was even more certain that all of this was Lu Jinghan's doing.
"Qing'an, what's wrong? Why do you look so upset?" Ji Qing asked worriedly as her gaze swept over Lu Qing An.
Lu Qing An raised his head, unable to suppress the anger in his heart for a moment, and shouted loudly: "Look at what shameful thing your lazy son has done, I'm losing face because of him." After speaking, he threw the phone onto the table.
Ji Qing got up, walked to the table, and bent over to pick up the phone. The image of Lu Jingchen in garish, sensual underwear suddenly flashed before her eyes.
After a few seconds, Ji Qing calmly spoke with indifference: "Isn't it just being caught with a prostitute? What's the big deal? You should hurry up and get our son out; he won't be able to handle staying at the police station."
Usually, Ji Qing pampers these two children dearly, indulging them in everything. If not for her indulgence, perhaps these two would not be idling away their lives, achieving nothing despite their age.
The age-old saying 'a loving mother often makes a wasteful son' must have been said for people like her.
Lu Qing An's chest heaved violently, his anger stuck in his heart, neither going up nor down.
On the hospital bed, Lu Jingwei couldn't help but take out her phone to check the news. Her already pale little face turned red in an instant: "Oh my god, I didn't expect my brother to be so flamboyant. What he's wearing... is way too eye-popping."
"Shut up." Lu Qing An snapped irritably.
Feeling wronged, Lu Jingwei pouted and fell silent.
"Why are you yelling at your daughter? She's still injured. Hurry up and get our son out of the police station." Ji Qing anxiously complained.
Lu Qing An said nothing and left the room angrily.
In the hospital corridor, he called the director of the police station. Half an hour later, Lu Jingchen was released.
Originally, Lu Jinghan had no intention of keeping Lu Jingchen at the police station for long. His sole intention was to let him make the headlines, so when Lu Qing An's call came, the director readily agreed to release him.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Qing An stood by the window in the corridor, smoking agitatedly. Just as he lit up, the phone of the old man rang again.