A Bloodied Test

In the rehabilitation training area, next to the asphalt road, there parked a nearly dilapidated black Santana. Huo Qingqu sat in the back seat, holding binoculars in his hand. When he saw Gu Pianpian leaving, a sinister smile tugged at his lips. "Miss Song, it's time for your hot coffee."

Song Ci hesitated a bit. "The temperature of this coffee is close to 100 Celsius degrees. What if we really burn Qing'ang? What should we do?"

"Ask that until he’s actually burnt," Huo Qingqu sneered, his eyes flashing with hidden hatred. Evidently, he wasn't entirely convinced of Huo Qing'ang's leg disability. He wanted to see how Huo Qing'ang would continue to act with 100-degree coffee poured on his legs.

Song Ci took out her makeup mirror from her bag and touched up her makeup. Then she opened the car door and walked gracefully towards Huo Qing'ang.

...

Huo Qing'ang sat quietly in his wheelchair, exuding an intimidating aura that kept the lackeys at bay. His deep gaze remained fixed on the direction of the restroom. He didn't even notice Song Ci's arrival.

Even when she appeared, he didn't look at her. "Qing'ang, are you doing your rehabilitation exercises alone? Let me push you."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of excessive sweetness.

Huo Qing'ang raised his hand to stop Song Ci from getting too close to his wheelchair. "It's electric."

"Did Mrs. Gu go home to rest? But it must be tough for her to take care of you all by herself," Song Ci said, slightly flustered, her face turning slightly red. "In the future, I can accompany you in the hospital during the day. What do you think?"

"Not necessary," Huo Qing'ang replied with a cool and aloof tone. "I'm already married. We should keep our distance."

Song Ci nodded, but her throat trembled. She was about to speak when a passerby accidentally bumped into her, causing her to spill the full cup of coffee all over Huo Qing'ang's legs.

Huo Qing'ang's legs remained completely motionless.

Song Ci let out a scream, her face filled with panic as she looked at Huo Qing'ang. "Qing'ang, does it hurt? I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," Huo Qing'ang said calmly, lowering his head to wipe the coffee stains from his legs, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Just as Song Ci was about to apologize again, a man passing by forcefully pushed Huo Qing'ang's wheelchair. Before Gu Pianpian could react and reach out to stop it, Huo Qing'ang had fallen out of the wheelchair and was rolling down the stairs.

In a moment of realization, Gu Pianpian rushed towards the bottom of the stairs. As Huo Qing'ang rolled down, she opened her arms wide and tried to catch him as best as she could, preventing his head from hitting the ground.

If his brain damaged, he would lose everything.

But at the end of their tumble, Gu Pianpian's head struck the wall with a heavy thud.

Dark red blood slowly trickled down the white wall.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Huo Qingqu hadn't seen Huo Qing'ang's legs take any initiative. Instead, he had become a burden.

It turned out that he was indeed crippled.

But Huo Qingqu hadn't expected Gu Pianpian to be so genuinely concerned for Huo Qing'ang. It seemed that eliminating Gu Pianpian should be moved up on his agenda...