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Chapter 1787 - CEO Ji is Throwing a Tantrum Now

Chapter 1787: CEO Ji is Throwing a Tantrum Now

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“What’s wrong? Why are you guys quarreling in this corridor?”

Zhang Manhua could not understand what exactly Mao Nana did wrong for Qu Xiujie to treat her like this. Perhaps, he already knew some of her secrets and had no choice but to let her leave.

“Sister Manhua, I don’t want to stay in this house anymore. I was just telling Uncle to let me stay. I was arguing with him, so I ended up like this.”

Mao Nana’s voice was low, and she sounded as if she had been wronged.

“Did you say Qu Xiujie asked you to leave?”

Zhang Manhua automatically understood Mao Nana’s words.

Qu Xiujie, who was standing at the side, looked at her even more fiercely when he heard her words. However, when he heard Zhang Manhua’s words, his heart sank.

What am I missing? Why are these two women so in sync?

“Xiujie, what are you trying to do? Nana is living well in the house, so why are you rushing her to leave?”

Zhang Manhua widened her eyes as she looked at Qu Xiujie who was serious yet exasperated at her failure to meet his expectations.

“Sister, didn’t you hear me clearly just now? I didn’t want to chase her away; she wanted to leave on her own. How can you blame me? I’m such a good person; how can I chase her away?”

Qu Xiujie’s eyes were evasive and he could see it clearly in Zhang Manhua’s eyes.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? Nana is already having a hard time and is living well in our house. Won’t your conscience hurt if you chase her away like this? If something happens to her outside and no one comes forward to settle it for her, what should Nana do? What do you think she should do?”

Zhang Manhua’s voice became louder. The doctors and nurses who were walking along the corridor looked over but were frightened by Qu Xiujie’s savage aura.

“Forget it; I won’t talk to you anymore. If you want Nana to leave, you’ll have to ask Ge Ge to see if she’s willing. She bought this house, and even I don’t have the right to let anyone leave.”

Zhang Manhua glanced at Qu Xiujie and turned around to push Mao Nana’s wheelchair into the lift.

The lift remained on the seventeenth floor for a few minutes.

The more she waited, the angrier she became.

“What’s with this elevator? Why isn’t it up yet?”

Zhang Manhua mumbled as she thought of how Qu Xiujie’s attitude toward Mao Nana was really annoying. She thought of how she had been entrusted to examine Qin Qitong and Bi Zheng’s wedding venue but she still did not have the chance to go.

She had already thought through all her troubles, but the elevator still did not arrive.

“Is this elevator broken? Why isn’t it up yet?”

She repeated to herself again.

“Maybe a robbery happened on the seventeenth floor.”

Qu Xiujie snorted and looked at the back of Mao Nana’s head. His heart ached. Regardless of whether Mao Nana was a spy sent by that person, he still hoped that he could protect this woman and her pure kindness.

“Xiujie, don’t talk nonsense. This hospital is under Ziming’s Ji Group, so how can there be any robbery? If it really happens, then Ziming will...”

Ding dong.

When the elevator doors opened, the corpse of a woman without two arms was lying quietly in the elevator. Her face was covered in blood, making the scene even more terrifying.

“Ah!”

The group of people standing at the elevator doors started screaming and quickly fled. However, the few nurses who had already gone weak in their knees were trembling in fear. They did not think of where they were going to escape to, nor did they think that they would lose their lives here today.

“Madam!”

Charlie’s butler was quick to react. The moment the elevator doors opened, he quickly pulled Zhang Manhua behind him and shielded her eyes with one hand. He was all too familiar with the smell of blood. The source of all this was happening in this scary elevator.

“Madam, don’t move.”

Zhang Manhua tried to take Charlie’s hand away, but when she heard the screams of the people around her, she gave up and only tightly held onto the handles of the wheelchair. Her silence made Mao Nana shiver.

Although Mao Nana did not scream, she was very frightened. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She was weak and powerless, and her stomach started to churn when she saw everything before her.

After a while, Mao Nana blacked out and fell onto the wheelchair.

“Sister, this way!”

Qu Xiujie supported Mao Nana’s head with one hand and pulled Zhang Manhua with the other.

The earth-shattering murder at the Ji Group’s hospital shocked all the internet, newspapers, and news headlines.

The family of five was in the middle of a peaceful and blissful afternoon when a strange phone call disrupted everything.

Ji Ziming’s phone was placed on the table in the dining room. Just as he explained to the three children about the history of making tea and seafood noodles for Pei Ge as well as the importance of the ingredients, he heard his phone ring on the other end of the table.

Ji Chi placed the phone in front of Ji Ziming and said in a childish and gentle voice, “Daddy, your phone is ringing.”

“Okay.”

Ji Ziming’s lips curled up as he gently received the phone from his son.

The phone number seemed familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen it before.

The call connected and an old voice sounded.

“CEO Ji, long time no see. How have you been?”

Ji Ziming’s eyes darkened as he looked at Pei Ge and the three children, who were discussing tea and seafood noodles at the table, before walking to the side.

“What is it?”

Ji Ziming’s voice was cold, as though it came from a mountain. It was as though an electric current had passed through it, making it even colder. It was as though he was a demon from hell.

“Yo, CEO Ji doesn’t even care who I am now. How infuriating.”

The elderly voice sounded rather meaningful, but to Ji Ziming’s ears, it was as though he had heard the same lines somewhere before.

“Who are you?”

Ji Ziming’s voice was cold and authoritative.

“Yo? CEO Ji is throwing a tantrum now. I’m so worried.”