Life Is a Drama, All About Acting

Gu Pianpian's understanding of the contract is indeed correct; the two are completely non-conflicting. However, what caught Huo Qing'ang off guard was how ruthless Gu Pianpian was in her approach. She appeared calm and collected, striking like a bird that had been quiet for a long time and suddenly made a startling sound.

Right now, the state of Gu Corporation was in shambles, and his financial support was the company's only hope. However, as soon as the company was then immediately took it away from their hands, transferring it to herself. This move was more heart-wrenching for Huo Qing'ang than if she had not invested at all.

Huo Qing'ang arched an eyebrow, and in his deep, enigmatic gaze, there was a hint of disdain and scorn. "What's there to investigate before a contract marriage?"

"Since there's nothing to investigate, why ask questions? Mr. Huo just needs to tell me whether you want to sign this contract or not." Gu Pianpian took the contract from the table and handed it to Huo Qing'ang.

What was a contract marriage? It was a relationship without emotions and responsibilities. There was no need for them to invest their true hearts. Cooperation for mutual benefit was the only mode that should exist between them. Keeping a clear mind and being emotionless at all times was the most important thing in this relationship. Whoever meant it would immediately be at a disadvantage.

Huo Qing'ang didn't answer but took a pen from his suit pocket and signed his name at the bottom right corner of the contract.

"I'll go buy a wheelchair for Mr. Huo now." Gu Pianpian put away the contract with a satisfied smile.

Suddenly, Huo Qing'ang stood in her way, and a black card was forcefully handed to her. "Until the divorce, I will cover all your daily expenses."

Huo Qing'ang had every reason to pay for her sacrifice. After all, as his wife, she would need to be with him around the clock. Therefore, she wouldn't be able to work and earn her own income. He should compensate her for this sacrifice.

After careful consideration, Gu Pianpian calmly accepted the card. "Is there a spending limit?"

Huo Qing'ang paused for a moment, and a touch of disdain flashed in his deep gaze. "No."

Deliberately ignoring his disdain, Gu Pianpian said, "Mr. Huo is so generous. I will certainly spare no effort in spending."

"Feel free," Huo Qing'ang reclined on the bed, his words deliberate and slow, "But... if the play goes awry, I'll have your life."

In his deep tone resided a strong warning.

Gu Pianpian remained silent, turning to close the door to the ward.

Fifteen minutes later, a limited edition Rolls-Royce parked at the VIP clinic of Jin City International Hospital.

Zhou Yan retrieved a wheelchair from the trunk, handing it to Gu Pianpian, "Madam Huo, here is the wheelchair you requested."

Gu Pianpian nodded, "Thank you for your trouble. If anyone inquires about Mr. Huo's condition, simply say you're unaware."

Zhou Yan nodded respectfully, "Understood."

...

Gu Pianpian wheeled the chair and, upon opening the door, found the VIP room crowded.

They gazed at Huo Qing'ang with pity.

"Mr. Huo, don't give up hope, your legs are temporarily incapacitated."

"As long as you cooperate with the doctors, everything is possible."

"At the end of the month, we'll perform another surgery for you. Here are the things you need to be mindful of during your recovery at home."

Huo Qing'ang raised his head, veins bulging on his forehead, bloodshot eyes resembling those of a wounded vampire, "Get out! Get out, all of you!"

Subsequently, everything within his reach—be it a water glass, remote control, phone, pillow, pen—crashed to the floor one after another.

Every word was meant to comfort, yet each felt like salt rubbed into wounds.

Gu Pianpian immediately pushed through the crowd, standing in front of Huo Qing'ang with a deeply upset expression, "Dr. Jiang, my husband doesn't wish to see anyone temporarily. Please ask them to leave. Thank you!"

Knowing it was a performance, Huo Qing'ang's heart, faced with Gu Pianpian's protective act, was momentarily startled.

“Okay, Mrs. Huo." Dr. Jiang, who had been observing quietly, turned and looked at the others. "Everyone, please.."

The room quickly fell silent, but outside the room, the real drama was just beginning.

"It's such a pity that Master Huo, at such a young age, is now disabled."

"Is this news confirmed?"

"Of course, I heard the doctor say it myself at the door. Master Huo kicked all the doctors out when he found out about his condition, but it was only after his wife went in that things calmed down."

"Anyone would find it hard to accept such news. I'm afraid the Huo Corporation is about to stir up a bloody storm."