A Battle of Wits

Shortly after Song Ci left, Huo Qingqu entered the room. He wore a black suit that accentuated his tall and imposing figure. There was a similar coldness in his demeanor as Huo Qing'ang, but with some differences.

The chilling aura emanating from Huo Qing'ang was bone-piercing and intimidating, while Huo Qingqu's demeanor was sinister and repulsive, making one want to keep their distance.

He walked swiftly to Huo Qing'ang's bedside, leaned down, and softly asked, "Qing'ang, are you okay?"

Huo Qing'ang raised his eyes, his gaze indifferent. "Except that I won’t be able to walk, I’m fine."

"Don’t say that. I guarantee that you'll stand up again," Huo Qingqu promised solemnly, his brows furrowed with concern, presenting the image of a caring older brother. "A medical team from abroad has already assessed your condition, and we'll have an answer soon."

Under the guise of "doing it for your own good," he planned to send Huo Qing'ang abroad for treatment, then take a short position in all of the companies under his name, thus securing the shares for himself. Even if Huo Zhenyun gave all his shares to Huo Qing'ang, it still wouldn't compare to what he would have.

Huo Qing'ang saw through Huo Qingqu's intentions and responded with a firm attitude. "I don't need it."

Seeing Huo Qing'ang's determination, Huo Qingqu let out a heavy sigh. "You are the old man's lifeblood. If you can't stand up for the rest of your life, how is he supposed to live?"

"That's his problem, not mine," Huo Qing'ang replied coldly, his clear voice showing no room for negotiation.

His stubbornness frustrated Huo Qingqu, and a hint of anger flashed across his face. "The old man is on his way back. You can talk to him yourself."

The room fell into a deathly silence again, and the occupants of the room began to plan their next moves, each trying to outwit the other.

An hour later, under heavy guard, Huo Zhenyun appeared in the hospital room.

"Call Zhou Yan and have him bring all the project documents you've been working on lately. Hand them over to your big brother," Huo Zhenyun sat on the sofa and gave the order with a serious expression.

Despite his white hair, he exuded strength and authority. His powerful presence lowered the room's temperature significantly.

Huo Qing'ang raised an eyebrow and calmly replied, "My legs are disabled, but my brain works fine."

His implication was clear: he could still do everything he used to, even if he was physically impaired. The only difference was that he would need an extra wheelchair to go places.

"It’s a demand. No negotiation" Huo Zhenyun's rejection was met with an increase in volume. "Doctors from abroad have reported to your big brother. In a maximum of three years, your legs will be fully recovered."

Huo Qing'ang looked at the two of them and asked, "So, big brother and you are planning to send me abroad for three years?"

Three years was long enough to change everything.

Huo Qingqu's scheme was indeed clever.

"From now on, you don't need to get involved in any matters of the Huo Corporation. Focus on your recovery until you're healed!" Huo Zhenyun's tone was extremely firm.

In the Huo family, nobody had ever been able to defy Huo Zhenyun's decisions. Standing next to him, Huo Qingqu concealed the sense of impending victory in his eyes.

But this sense of victory quickly vanished when Gu Pianpian spoke up.