Chapter 4 Get Out

Xia Zhengxiong glanced nervously at Ou Jue, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Rubbing his hands together, he shifted his gaze to Xiyan, "How dare you say that? Why didn't you answer your phone earlier? Your aunt just hit the Ou Family's young master with her car. He almost lost too much blood… Thankfully, thankfully I remembered in time that you're Panda Blood and have the same blood type as the young master. Otherwise…"

Xia Zhengxiong didn't dare continue the thought.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman plastered a smile on her face as she fawned over Ou Jue, nodding and bowing, "Young Master Ou, we've already completed all of the young master's hospital admission formalities. I heard the surgery was very successful. My heart can finally settle down. At this point, I truly don't know what to say. It's all our fault, every bit of it. Young Master Ou, if you have any requests, please don't hesitate to let us know. As long as it's within our ability… Please, Young Master Ou, calm your anger and leave us a way to survive…"

"A way to survive?" Ou Jue sneered, tossing the laptop aside. "Just a minute ago, your daughter solemnly demanded that I thank her."

Xiyan's face burned as if on fire.

She hadn't known things would turn out this way.

No wonder Ou Jue hadn't shown her a single friendly expression from start to finish, acting as though it was completely justified.

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened upon hearing this. She raised her sharp voice and snapped, "You little wretch! Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for us? What kind of status do you think you have? Being able to donate blood for the young master is an honor in itself. And you actually have the audacity to demand Young Master Ou thank you? Who do you think you are?"

This woman's name was Yang Shurong—her father's second wife, Xiyan's stepmother.

Five years ago, Yang Shurong successfully climbed the ladder as the mistress, leading to the divorce of Xiyan's father and mother.

The same year of the divorce, her mother was so emotionally devastated that she attempted to commit suicide by jumping off a building. She narrowly survived, but she has been in a vegetative state ever since, unconscious until now.

That year, Xiyan lost everything all at once.

And all of this—was caused by this woman!

Xiyan's hands clenched tightly into fists, her head buzzing, barely able to control the urge to slap her.

Beside her, Xia Zhengxiong gave Xiyan a small push. "Xiyan, I'm begging you, go apologize to Young Master Ou first. After all, it's our family who caused the young master's car accident."

"Our family?" Xiyan let out a bitter laugh.

Does she even have a family anymore?

When this mistress Yang Shurong personally threw her out of the Xia Family's doorstep all those years ago, why didn't anyone say "our family" then?

Seeing Xiyan unmoved, Yang Shurong's voice grew even sharper as she pointed at her, venting all her rage onto her. "Xia Xiyan! Are you trying to destroy us? I told you to apologize to Young Master Ou—are you deaf? What's this? Have your wings grown strong? Are you incapable of being ordered around now? Get over here and give Young Master Ou an apology!"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and made to move toward Xiyan, clearly ready to teach her a lesson.

"Enough!" Ou Jue stood up, his gaze ice-cold, his voice utterly devoid of warmth. "Where did you find the audacity to turn my place into a venue for your shouting and squabbling?"

"No, Young Master Ou, please listen to me…" Yang Shurong rushed to explain.

"Get out." Ou Jue's eyes were filled with impatience. "The rest will be discussed with the lawyers. As for you lot, don't appear before me again!"

Yang Shurong paled, flustered and panicked. Judging by Ou Jue's demeanor, the Ou Family clearly had no intention of forgiving the Xia Family!

"Brother…"

A soft, sweet voice suddenly echoed from the hospital bed nearby.