128: Chapter 129 Forced to Sign a Contract of Indenture! The Mad Young Mistress Spys While Buying a Building

The intensive care unit on the fifth floor of the First Peoples Hospital was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

Lin Yan lay flat on a single hospital bed.

His left hand was still tightly wrapped in splints and medical bandages, looking for all the world like a swollen steamed bun.

He stared at the snow-white ceiling.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps in the corridor, he felt his head throbbing in waves.

Xia Zhichiu had finished her rounds just half an hour ago.

She had conveniently unplugged his analgesic pump, claiming it was to let him rely on his own willpower to restore nerve pain sensitivity.

Before leaving, the female doctor whom Old K called "Xia Yanwang" had drawn three red lines directly on his medical chart.

She set an ironclad visitation rule that could only be described as perverse.

Three women were absolutely forbidden from appearing in the same physical space at the same time.

Any violators would result in Lin Yan being thrown directly into the corridor to sleep on the floor.

At the time, Lin Yan felt like she was saving his life.

As it turned out, he had underestimated the capitalists' ability to exploit loopholes in the rules.

The ward door was pushed open from the outside.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor tiles was crisp and highly aggressive.

Luo Qingcheng walked in, wearing a well-tailored, silver-gray slim-fit suit.

She locked the door behind her, pulled over a chair, and sat directly in front of the hospital bed.

She tossed a thick stack of A4 papers onto Lin Yan's quilt.

The edges of the paper scraped against the duvet cover, making a sharp rustling sound.

Lin Yan glanced at the bolded black text at the top.

His eyelid twitched twice.

This document wasn't a termination notice, nor was it some disciplinary action.

It was an absurd contract titled "Special Level Personal Safety and Health Power of Attorney Protection Agreement."

Lin Yan used his unsealed right hand to pull the stack of papers over.

He flipped to the first page, took a couple of glances, and was immediately moved to exasperated laughter.

"President Luo, you're really kicking a man while he's down. My stomach is still bleeding, and you've rushed here to force me to sign an indenture?"

Luo Qingcheng crossed her legs and leaned back against the chair.

She folded her arms across her chest, looking like she had him exactly where she wanted him.

"Don't go labeling me like that. I'm following formal legal procedures to protect the core assets of the Shenghai Group."

She extended her index finger, which was painted with bright red nail polish.

She pointed at the second clause of the agreement from a distance.

"See for yourself. While the agreement is in effect, the right to choose all your medical plans, the right to decide on hospital transfers, and the right to designate daily care are all personally owned by Luo Qingcheng."

Lin Yan looked at that overbearing clause, which could only be described as a national humiliation.

His internal monologue was already flooded with a hundred and eight lines of profanity.

How the hell was this personal protection?

This was basically trying to legally imprison him as private property.

He pushed the agreement aside.

He tried to appeal to the female CEO's conscience through reason.

"I'm just a special assistant who works for you, not an indentured servant who signed his life away."

"If you took this thing to court, the judge would have you detained on the spot for suspected illegal detention."

Luo Qingcheng wasn't buying it at all.

She directly played her ultimate trump card.

"You owe me five billion in market-stabilizing funds, plus the reputational loss fee for me completely falling out with the Board of Directors yesterday afternoon just to protect you."

"You couldn't pay that back even if you worked for a lifetime."

She leaned forward slightly.

Her oppressive gaze bore down directly on Lin Yan's face.

"Sign it. From now on, even if Xia Zhichiu wants to prescribe you a box of stomach medicine, it has to go through my signature and approval first."

Lin Yan looked at Luo Qingcheng's self-righteous, protective posture.

His stomach twitched twice in perfect coordination.

The vulnerability this woman showed yesterday, running barefoot with blood-stained hands after the resuscitation bed, had completely vanished.

Now, she was entirely utilizing her home-field advantage to carry out a dimensional-reduction harvest.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to find an excuse to stall.

The sound of the ward door lock turning suddenly came through.

Although Luo Qingcheng had locked the door just now.

The person outside had clearly obtained a spare key from the nurse's station.

The moment the door was pushed open.

Su Wanqing walked in wearing a beige knit cardigan.

Her hair was casually tied back, and she held a pink envelope in her hand.

She didn't give Luo Qingcheng so much as a glance.

She walked straight to the other side of the bed, coming to a stop and placing a thermos on the bedside table.

Luo Qingcheng's face darkened instantly.

She coldly spoke to dismiss her.

"Can Miss Su not read the visitation rules at the door? This is my designated visiting time. Please leave."

Su Wanqing did not back down at all.

She directly pulled off the lid of the thermos.

The rich aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the entire ward.

"I'm not here to visit the special assistant of the Shenghai Group."

"I'm here to deliver a meal to my sister, and run an errand for her while I'm at it."

She stuffed the pink envelope directly into Lin Yan's right palm.

Her tone was so gentle it could drip water, yet every sentence carried a murderous intent.

"Lin Yu's spirits are much better this morning. She was clamoring to see her brother; I had to work quite hard to coax her to sleep."

Su Wanqing deliberately emphasized the words "sister-in-law" and "little sister."

She had set up a massive cannon directly on the moral high ground.

"She wrote a letter by hand and insisted that I, her sister-in-law, deliver it to you personally."

"She also instructed me that I must watch you finish reading it."

Lin Yan squeezed the pink envelope.

He felt as if he were holding a grenade that could detonate at any moment.

He knew Su Wanqing's tactics all too well.

She was now using Lin Yu, the sharpest blade, to perform a flanking maneuver.

Luo Qingcheng sat in her chair.

Seeing Su Wanqing's act of positioning herself as family, she was so angry she pinched a deep crease into the stack of agreements.

She naturally knew that Lin Yu was Lin Yan's only weakness in this world.

And Su Wanqing was currently clutching that trump card tightly.

Luo Qingcheng suppressed her anger and counterattacked with a cold laugh.

"Miss Su, isn't it a bit too early to call yourself a sister-in-law?"

"Legally, you are still Chen Ming's lawful wife. Aren't you afraid of making a fool of yourself by claiming relations so recklessly?"

Su Wanqing wasn't flustered in the slightest.

She reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for Lin Yan.

The movement was as natural as if they had lived together for ten years.

"Legal relationships can be dissolved at any time."

"But blood ties and family affection are things that a capitalist like President Luo, who is used to buying everything out with money, will never understand."

She turned her head.

She met Luo Qingcheng's gaze without fear.

"Lin Yu recognizes me as her sister-in-law, so she has entrusted her brother's life to my protection."

"President Luo, that scrap of paper you bought for five billion... you should save it to wipe the desks back at your company."

The atmospheric pressure in the ward instantly dropped to the freezing point.

The two women's gazes clashed fiercely above Lin Yan's head, almost throwing off sparks.

Lin Yan was caught in the middle.

Listening to the surround sound of 'five billion' on the left and 'little sister' on the right, his temples throbbed violently.

This kind of top-tier battlefield where no foul language was used...

...was harder to deal with than all of Li Fengtian's hundreds of internet troll bases combined.

At this extremely critical juncture.

The smartphone next to Lin Yan's pillow suddenly vibrated frantically.

It was a special ringtone specifically set for company emergencies.

In the quiet ward, it sounded like a life-threatening air raid siren.

Lin Yan quickly grabbed the phone and swiped the screen.

An encrypted voice message from Old K popped up.

He originally intended to convert it to text to read.

But his finger slipped, and he accidentally hit the speakerphone button.

Old K's raspy voice instantly echoed throughout the ward.

It was filled with unconcealed shock and collapse.

"Boss, look out the window quick! That crazed young madam from the Zhao Clan Conglomerate just bought the twenty-eight-story office building across from the hospital!"

Lin Yan's head buzzed.

Before he could press pause, Old K's next sentence bombarded them.

"She hired over a dozen workers to set up an astronomical-grade, high-tech, high-magnification observation scope in front of the top-floor floor-to-ceiling windows."

"The lens is pointed straight at your ward window!"

The air in the ward completely solidified.

Luo Qingcheng and Su Wanqing turned their heads at the same time.

They followed Lin Yan's gaze out the window.

Across the street.

Behind the glass curtain wall on the top floor of that tall building.

An exaggerated, black, cylindrical metal device could be faintly seen.

Although Qin Muxue didn't appear in the ward in person.

She used this absolute dimensional-reduction conglomerate crushing method to announce her 24/7 presence.

Lin Yan held his phone, his finger frozen in mid-air.

In his heart, ten thousand alpacas were stampeding frantically.

What is wrong with these rich women?

Buying a whole building just to set up an astronomical telescope to watch a patient with a stomach hemorrhage breathe in bed?

Luo Qingcheng's face was ashen.

She stood up and walked to the window, grabbing the cord of the blinds.

Su Wanqing reacted extremely quickly.

She moved a step ahead to block the window, pressing down on Luo Qingcheng's wrist.

"What does President Luo want to do? Blocking the patient's line of sight isn't conducive to recovery. Didn't you write that in your protection agreement?"

Luo Qingcheng forcefully threw off Su Wanqing's hand.

Her voice was laced with teeth-gritting irritation.

"I have no interest in letting that crazy woman with a morbid obsession with souls watch our Shenghai Group assistant's sleeping face for free."

The two women refused to yield to each other in front of the window.

Lying on the bed, Lin Yan felt like a rare animal placed on a chopping block.

He was being subjected to a brutal, inhumane carving by three different forces.

He really wanted to activate his Empathy Talent to soothe the emotions of these two.

But as soon as his brain started working, his stomach churned with a wave of sharp, stabbing pain, forcing him to skip a breath.

The ward door was kicked open at that moment.

The force was so great that the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Xia Zhichiu was wearing her white coat, holding a thick stack of ward round records.

Her face was so dark it could drip water.

She strode into the ward.

Her gaze swept coldly over Luo Qingcheng and Su Wanqing standing by the window.

Finally, it landed on the pale Lin Yan on the hospital bed.

"Lin Yan, if you want to die faster, just keep letting these three women play this game of vying for your favor around you."