An Qing’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Grandma left you a hefty inheritance after she died, didn’t she?”
No wonder the belongings they’d scraped together after Grandma’s death barely amounted to a hundred thousand. She must have saved up a lot over the years—how could it be so little?
An Ruo was stunned, unable to believe her shameless train of thought.
After Grandma passed, not only did her family show no grief, but they kept obsessing over her inheritance. It wasn’t until An Che fell gravely ill and needed money urgently that they dropped their suspicions about Grandma leaving the inheritance to them. Now, seeing that An Che had not only undergone surgery but was also in a VIP ward, An Qing was convinced An Ruo must have that inheritance in hand.
“I don’t know anything about an inheritance.”
An Qing didn’t believe her. “Don’t play dumb with me. Do you think I don’t know? Grandma loved you and your brother the most when she was alive. She scrimped and saved all those years—she must have left it all to you!”
“Search her! See if she has anything valuable on her!”
The bodyguards immediately approached An Ruo, pressing down on her shoulders to pat her down...
Seeing this, An Che rushed over to push them away, but An Qing was quick and yanked him back, kicking him in frustration. “You sickly brat!”
“Sis...”
An Che fell to the ground from her kick, his frail body kneeling before An Qing, red-eyed as he begged, “Miss, I beg you, please let my sister go. We really don’t know anything about an inheritance.”
“Get lost!” An Qing kicked him away in disgust.
Watching him get bullied hurt An Ruo more than being hit herself. “Xiao Che!”
The bodyguards tore off her coat, pulling open the collar of her thermal shirt to reveal her elegant, fair neck. Their intentions instantly turned foul.
The siblings’ pleas echoed through the ward, but with An Qing’s powerful family backing her, even the medical staff dared not intervene.
“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” An Qing dodged as An Che tried to grab her hand to beg, her thick-heeled shoe stomping on his arm. The boy cried out in pain.
An Ruo froze. An Che was her unbreakable line.
She shoved aside the bodyguard trying to grope her and rushed over to slap An Qing, who staggered from the blow, slipping on a puddle and falling.
“You bitch!” An Qing covered her face, stunned that An Ruo had dared to fight back.
She screamed orders like a madwoman: “Beat them! Beat them both to death!”
The two bodyguards, loyal to the An family, were ready to act after their young miss was wronged. They rolled up their sleeves, but just as they moved, a commotion erupted at the door.
“What’s all this gathering for?”
He Su raised an eyebrow. “Oh, are we putting on a gangster show here?” He strolled in with his hands behind his back. “If you don’t want to end up in a cell, be smart and leave quietly.”
Who was this guy, with such an arrogant tone?
An Qing took in his delicate, almost feminine features—softer and more alluring than a woman’s—but his outfit was bold and brash. Despite being a doctor, he had dyed his hair a flashy green and wore heavy punk-style metal accessories, as if trying to mask his softness.
“Which department are you from, dressed so sleazily? It’s a disgrace!”
“Who the hell are you to ask me that?”
His cocky tone made An Qing lose face, but since he was... good-looking, she let it slide.
“This doesn’t concern you. Stay out of it.”
He Su’s voice was lazy, his eyes half-closed with drowsiness. “This is my turf. You come here without a word, disturb my patient’s recovery, and try to use force—what, you think no one can stop you?”
“This hospital has investment from my An family, so how is it your turf? Besides, disciplining my own household staff is none of your business.”
“What if I insist on making it my business?”
He Su stood firm, and An Qing, used to getting her way, was furious at a man who showed her no respect. If it weren’t for his face, she’d have had her men beat him up!
An Ruo shielded An Che, worried that He Su might provoke An Qing. She had two burly bodyguards with her... He Su probably couldn’t take them on, could he?
A delicate beauty who wielded a scalpel—could he even withstand one punch from them?
“Doctor He...” An Ruo wanted to warn him not to risk it, but He Su looked utterly fearless, giving her a small smile to signal she needn’t worry.
An Qing caught their exchanged glances. “What is he to you?”
So that’s it, An Ruo. This bitch married Shen Xiaoxing but couldn’t stay faithful—when did she seduce this doctor?
No wonder a pauper like her had money to treat that sickly brother.
“An Ruo, you’re something else, sneaking around with another man behind Young Master Shen’s back. So that’s how you got the cash to cure that invalid—selling your body. How shameless!”
An Ruo seethed with anger. She always loved dumping baseless accusations on her.
Slandering her was one thing, but He Su had helped her, and he’d stepped up because of her this time.
“Defaming others carries legal consequences. I suggest you don’t mess with me.” He Su had been on night shift, hadn’t slept, and had barely closed his eyes for half an hour when a nurse told him An Qing was causing trouble, specifically targeting An Ruo.
Remembering the man’s instructions that day, he dragged his exhausted body over to save the situation.
So now, he was simmering with pent-up rage!
An Qing gritted her teeth in fury, glaring coldly at An Ruo. “You wretched woman, using my name to cuckold Young Master Shen. I may not care about my reputation, but I still have some dignity!”