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Chapter 1178 - 811 is not a fierce dragon, but crosses the Jiang! (Thanks for the tip! Add more x5)

Chapter 1178: 811 is not a fierce dragon, but crosses the Jiang! (Thanks for the tip! Add more x5)

Ren’ai Hospital.

Mai Jie from the Xiang Family, abandoning her usual arrogance and assertiveness, surrounded the hospital bed with eyes brimming with concern and a face full of sorrow.

The daughter-in-law beside her, who is a star, has already covered her mouth, sobbing quietly.

Lying on the hospital bed is Xiang Shang, who was thankfully rescued by enthusiastic citizens from Victoria Bay.

Though not drowned, the state of the Xiang Family’s Crown Prince wasn’t great; his severely injured legs were a bloody mess when brought to the hospital and are now wrapped with bandages after treatment.

In addition to friction-caused injuries, there were also multiple fractures all over his body.

Of course.

According to the doctors’ diagnosis, Xiang Shang’s wounds, as frightening as they look, are not considered serious and will gradually heal over time; it is simply a question of how long it will take.

Indeed, in this inexplicable misfortune, what should be regarded as the crux is the psychological trauma inflicted on Xiang Shang.

When he was born, the Xiang Family was already calling the shots in Gangcheng, in their heyday, so he has lived a life of whims, to be a star if he wished, to marry a star if he desired, facing virtually no setbacks.

But today is undoubtedly the darkest moment in his life.

"Mom, I must find that woman—I will make her beg for life but unable to die!"

Forget lying in a hospital bed, rendered breathless and feeble, but Xiang Shang was different.

The venom exploding from between his gritted teeth was downright chilling.

"Don’t think about these things for now, just rest properly."

Of course, Mai Jie from the Xiang Family has weathered many storms; her endurance is far stronger than that of the star daughter-in-law beside her, who is crying as if she truly empathizes.

Of course.

Her daughter-in-law is an actress; this show of genuine emotion could be an act.

Although Xiang Shang, wrapped like a mummy, still possessed a strong spirit, thanks to the robust physique developed from working out diligently, an ordinary person would probably be lying in bed moaning in pain without the strength to speak.

From this perspective, indeed like father, like son.

"Where’s Dad?"

"Your dad is at the company."

His son had such a major accident, yet the father doesn’t seem to care?

"Does dad think I’ve disgraced him?"

There are countless witnesses.

Although there’s no need to worry about any newspaper media daring to report on it, that doesn’t mean all gossip can be silenced.

Thinking of potential outside speculation, Xiang Shang started breathing heavily, his eyes gradually filling with blood.

Today’s ordeal felt like a nightmare.

For him.

And for the Xiang Family, it’s a huge disgrace!

"Don’t ever think like that; your dad should be on his way here."

"Stop crying!"

Xiang Shang, left with no outlet for his emotions, yelled at his silently sobbing star wife by the bed, displaying none of the model husband image he had on the screen.

The young mistress of the Xiang Family was startled, her delicate body trembling, and she dared not cry out anymore.

"You should go out first."

Mai Jie from the Xiang Family not only refrained from harshly criticizing her son but asked her daughter-in-law to leave for the time being.

With a face covered in tear marks, the compliant young mistress of the Xiang Family didn’t dare to express any objections and could only get up and walk out.

What is a vase?

This is what it is.

The VIP ward, tea room, and reception area, everything is readily available.

Aside from the bed, one would not recognize it as a hospital.

"Dad."

The voice of the young mistress of the Xiang Family came from the reception area outside.

Following that, Xiang Yonghua, who is always seen in formal attire, entered.

"Dad."

Xiang Shang called out in a low and melancholic voice.

Pain inflicted on a son deeply wounds the mother’s heart.

Mai Jie, who was actually more enraged than Xiang Shang, couldn’t hold back any longer; she turned around and firmly declared to her husband: "Regardless of who did this, they must pay the price!"

Xiang Yonghua’s face was expressionless as he looked at his son lying in the hospital bed.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Dad..."

Xiang Shang was at a loss.

Mai Jie’s eyes were ice-cold, her eyebrows knitted together, "Yonghua, are you sure it was that Jiang surname who did it?"

"If not him, who else." Simple words revealed unparalleled strong confidence.

Indeed.

In Gangcheng.

The number of people who would dare to target the Xiang Family was minuscule, to say the least.

Maybe in Gangcheng, it’s not yet to the point where those who go against us perish, but without severe conflicts or interest disputes, who would provoke an enemy like us for no reason?

Looking at recent events, there don’t seem to be any other suspects.

"Since you’re sure it’s him, then what are you waiting for! Send someone to the Peninsula Hotel immediately. Whatever he did to my son, do the same to him!"

Mai Jie reacted without hesitation, driven by a fierce maternal instinct.

If it is said that a mother has a weakness.

It must be her child.

Of course.

It is also her Achilles’ heel.

The harrowing ordeal of Xiang Shang had robbed Mai Jie of her capacity for rational thought.

Compared to Mai Jie’s towering rage, Xiang Yonghua was evidently much calmer.

"Have you considered the consequences of doing this?"

"Consequences? What consequences? All I know is that anyone who dares to touch my son, I will fight them to the death! He wants to stand up for a mere actor? Fine, I will ruin that actor right in front of him!"

Mai Jie’s frigid demeanor proved she was not joking.

Times have changed.

But only superficially.

Like gangsters dressing up in suits.

In interviews, the couple of the Xiang Family would appear amiable, claiming to be legitimate businesspeople, but if this were truly the case, Zheng Baosen wouldn’t be scared to even breathe heavily.

"Since he dared to do such a thing, what do you think his reason was?"

Xiang Yonghua raised his hand, pointing at his son, Xiang Shang, who was destined to be bedridden for a long time.

Although his face showed no emotion, he was clearly not without turmoil in his heart.

"The He Family from Haojiang has just sent people over, they’re now at Peninsula Hotel. Do you want to start a war with the He Family?"

"The He Family?"

Mai Jie was taken aback, her frown deepened, "That kid knows the He’s as well?"

"I just found out too. Previously, he was rumored to have an affair with a lady from the He Family’s fourth house in Haojiang, and in the last gambling stake competition, he played a key role as well."

"Wasn’t the gambling stake by Lan Peizhi..."

Mai Jie’s fury began to subside.

Xiang Yonghua exchanged looks with his wife, also his biggest support, "Never forget, no fierce dragon crosses the river."

Mai Jie’s plump face showed changing expressions. Following that, she too pointed at her beloved son lying in the hospital bed.

"Look at this, can you swallow this insult?"

Xiang Shang understood his parents’ conversation.

No wonder that actor dared to be so arrogant.

He clenched his teeth tightly, without uttering a word.

"Sometimes, suffering a loss isn’t necessarily a bad thing."

Xiang Yonghua said ambiguously.

In their time, during the battle for supremacy, getting slashed by knives and shot by bullets were common occurrences; such an injury was trivial.

Of course.

The injury wasn’t significant, but what mattered was the loss of face.

"I plan to invite him to dinner."

Xiang Yonghua stated indifferently, his thoughts elusive.

Mai Jie pursed her lips and said no more.