Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 375: Return

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Return

But that day, Deng Yuanqi still did not die.

When Xiahou Yi saw Sheng Siyuan in the hospital, the man whose face was splattered with blood looked so intimidating that it was almost fearsome.

"Is he hurt?"

"No," the old butler by his bedside immediately offered reassurance.

Xiahou Yi then felt relieved.

Watching Siyuan completely ignore his own ward and go straight to Yin Hehe’s side, all he could do was lie on his hospital bed and sigh.

"Old Zhong, if it weren’t for him this time, my life would have been over."

"Indeed, how else could we say that the young master is capable?"

The old butler immediately chimed in with a smile, his tone full of affection for the young master.

Xiahou Yi muttered at the corner of his mouth, wanting to ask more, but in the end, he closed his mouth.

This New Year’s Eve, the Xiahou Family had experienced the darkest day in their history.

The next day.

New Year’s Day.

When the intermittent sounds of firecrackers reached the hospital room, Xiahou Yi woke up and saw his old friend, the hospital director, come in carrying a large New Year’s gift box.

"How about that? I’m the first to wish you well this year, that should be quite the honor, right?"

The director actually hadn’t put on his white coat that day, but had specially worn a festive Chinese red Tang suit.

Xiahou Yi saw it and felt a touch of warmth.

"Aren’t you supposed to be with your wife today?"

"Of course, I should be, but I came here first. Look, my wife made longevity noodles and dumplings for you, eat up," he said.

The director unveiled the gift box he brought and served up the noodles and dumplings inside.

The noodles were still hot.

Xiahou Yi finally felt his old eyes getting tearful, and he had to blink several times to prevent his old friend from seeing him in such a state.

"Thank you," he said softly, bowing his head and taking a few bites with his chopsticks.

The director stood by the bed and watched.

As a friend for many decades, he of course understood the pain in the old man’s heart.

To be betrayed so suddenly by the two people he trusted the most, and to have nearly died at their hands, would make anyone feel terrible.

"Xiahou, perk up after you finish eating. Today’s the first day of the New Year, and there’s a big mess outside for you to clean up," the director paused, then suddenly turned his head towards the door of the ward, where Sheng Siyuan had just passed by.

And by morning, he was still wearing yesterday’s bloodstained coat.

"Also, you need to properly take care of those two. If you still want the Xiahou family to maintain its former status in the capital, you’ll have to rely on him," he added.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yi also looked outside.

However, by now, the man was no longer visible in the corridor.

"Old Zhong, go check on their situation."

"Alright," the old butler immediately went out.

Before long, he saw Yin Hehe in the adjacent ward, lying on the hospital bed but now awake.

"Xiaoyin, are you alright? Does your leg still hurt?" he asked as he approached her pale face, feeling a pang of distress.

Seeing it was him, Yin Hehe’s expression softened.

"It’s fine, Uncle Zhong," she said slowly, then asked, "How is the old general doing?"

"He’s fine too," Uncle Zhong smiled.

"However, he’s really worried about you, so he asked me to come and see if you needed anything..."

"Uncle Zhong, we’re going back to Jiangbei."

Before the old butler could finish his words, the woman suddenly propped herself up in the hospital bed and cut him off.

The old butler’s eyes immediately widened in shock.

"Back to Jiangbei? Now?"

"Yes," Yin Hehe said with a look of helplessness.

"Ayuan has decided. He just went to find Captain Xu and is arranging a private plane for me."

"..."

My God!

The old butler could no longer stay put; he was so startled that he ran out and returned to Xiahou Yi’s sickroom.

Meanwhile, Yin Hehe in the sickroom saw that it took less than two minutes for the old man next door, supported by another elderly man, to shakily make his way to her ward.

"General, you..."

"Hehe, I just heard that he’s taking you back to Jiangbei?" Xiahou Yi immediately asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

And with that question, even he did not notice that he, who had never blinked before the fiercest storms in his younger years, was now struggling to keep his voice steady.

Yin Hehe looked at him and after a long pause, she finally nodded her head: "He doesn’t want to stay here for another second."

"Why?" Xiahou Yi immediately asked. "Is it because you were injured?"

The old man was still quite sharp, hitting on the point right away.

Yin Hehe confirmed his guess.

But soon, she added another point: "However, besides that, there’s also the fact that he detests your power struggles. Do you know that he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since he entered the psychiatric hospital?"

"..."

"He’s been forced to plot for these matters every day, and he had to risk his life to fetch help for you, leaving me here. General, he’s just a businessman, and he doesn’t like doing any of this."

Yin Hehe spoke plainly about the torture the man had suffered during that time.

Xiahou Yi fell silent.

Indeed, how could he not understand?

This son, educated by Sheng Huang since childhood, was taught to be a businessman, not to engage in killing and violence, treating human lives as playthings.

It was natural that he couldn’t bear it.

In the end, Xiahou Yi still dragged his heavy legs with Uncle Zhong’s help to be taken back.

Before long, Sheng Siyuan returned.

Yin Hehe looked at him, finally wearing a beige coat, and a faint smile appeared on her pale lips.

"Then let’s go home, husband."

"Mm."

The man, who had completely washed away the bloodstains, bent down to lift the woman from the hospital bed, and turned to leave.

Even as he passed by Xiahou Yi’s sickroom, he didn’t glance at it once.

Twenty minutes later, a private plane flew overhead from the hospital. Xiahou Yi watched from the window as the murky eyes of the old man slowly calmed down.

A month later, the capital had completely returned to calm.

Pentagon Building was still under Chu Fengcheng’s control, and after Deng Yuanqi was brought to a military court, it was found that the sectors and official project assets controlled by the Xiaho Family were beginning to be handed back to the management of the Pentagon Building.

This also meant that the era of the Xiahou in the capital had come to an end.

In the same month, the People’s Court also announced the verdict for the head of the Shen Family, Shen Weihuai: life imprisonment.

The Shen Family also withdrew from the political stage.

In other words, in the capital, of the once four great families, only the Duan Family and Bai Family remained.