Angelic Bitch

The news of Huo Qing'ang's accident, which left him disabled, spread rapidly from the hospital and quickly fermented in every corner of Jin City. As she lay on her sickbed, Song Ci, upon hearing this news, immediately sat up in disbelief. "What? Huo Qing'ang is disabled!"

Huo Qingqu, Huo Qing'ang's half-brother and the legitimate heir of the Huo Corporation, watched as Song Ci's face turned even paler.

She looked at the trending news, and her frowning brows became even tighter. "I did arrange for someone to tamper with the brake of the car. But I really didn't know anything about the truck incident."

"Then, Miss Song, tell me, what is this?" Huo Qingqu threw a document bag onto the table without care.

The bag contained an audio recorder, two screenshots, one from the WeChat, and another showing bank transfers.

The skin of Song Ci was already fair, but now lost all color as she listened and looked at the evidence.

Panicking, she grabbed Huo Qingqu's arm, and her terrified expression was evident. "Huo Qingqu, believe me, these chat records and transfers are fabricated."

"So, you're saying someone framed you?" Huo Qingqu's deep, chilling eyes flashed with a hint of a sinister smile. "Why would someone frame you?"

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Song Ci's tone grew more resolute. "To eliminate Gu Pianpian, isn’t this also what you wish for?.I just wanna make it happen a bit earlier."

She had never expected Huo Qing'ang to get in the car with Gu Pianpian.

"Huo Qing'ang is not someone you can manipulate!" Huo Qingqu leaned down, pressed the sheets, and tightened his grip on her neck. He spoke each word deliberately, his tone sending shivers down one's spine.

"Though the old man may be old, he's not a fool!”

Huo Qing’ang was everything to Huo Zhenyun. If Huo Qing’ang died, Huo Zhenyun would definitely find out what happened to him at any cost. And the things that Huo Qingqu had been scheming behind his back would definitely be exposed.

In that case, the heir to the Huo Corporation would never be him. So, anyone can die, but Huo Qing'ang must stay alive. Nobody should touch him.

Song Ci's breathing grew weaker, and her flushed face hinted at her imminent fainting. "Huo Qingqu, please let go, I'm going to die."

"Don't think I don't know what's on your mind," Huo Qingqu's sinister smile widened as he looked down at Song Ci, his voice cold and menacing. "Follow my instructions. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

The malignancy, deeply rooted and budding, took hold in her heart.

As Song Ci pushed open the door to the hospital room, Huo Qing'ang, who had awakened, leaned against the head of the bed. Gu Pianpian sat on a sofa next to the bed.

The entire room was eerily silent.

"Huo Qing'ang," Song Ci called out softly. In the moment when Huo Qing'ang looked up, tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault that you're in this condition.

When Mrs. Gu accused me of seducing you, I should have accepted it without a word. If I hadn't argued with her, she wouldn't have gotten angry and crashed the car. If I hadn't been hit, you would still be fine at the company, and the accident wouldn't have happened."

Her typical words of angelic bitches and excuses were bewildering to Gu Pianpian.

Huo Qing'ang parted his lips, his weak voice carrying bone-chilling coldness. "Leave."

Song Ci's words were so blatantly incriminating, yet Huo Qing'ang couldn't hear it. Now he was telling her to leave?

Sure enough, men had no brains when it came to seductive women...

Gu Pianpian was momentarily stunned.

"Mrs. Gu, Qing'ang is deeply upset by what happened. They say love can heal all wounds. Could you please give us some time to be alone together? Just for a little while," Song Ci looked at Gu Pianpian and begged, "Please."

"Get out!" Huo Qing'ang spoke again, his eyes as cold as a sword about to be unsheathed.

Gu Pianpian glanced at him and stood up. Unexpectedly, Huo Qing'ang stopped her. "Sit down. I was talking to her."

In the entire hospital room, there were only Huo Qing'ang, Gu Pianpian, and Song Ci.

Since it wasn't Gu Pianpian he was talking to, it could only be Song Ci.

Song Ci, who stood motionless, had a face ashen as death.

Huo Qing'ang's tone conveyed disgust, something she could clearly hear. Before Gu Pianpian appeared, Huo Qing'ang had never spoken to her like this.

With a mix of hatred and grievance, her eyes brimmed with tears.