Volume One, Chapter 128: Mr. Huo, Struck by Lightning Three Times

As Huo Mingting released his grip, Qin Minshu slumped limply to the floor. "Mingting..."

Huo Mingting looked down at her from above. "Is it fun to play people for fools over and over again?"

"I... please, let me explain!"

Qin Minshu reached out to grab his hand, but Huo Mingting stepped back, his eyes filled with cold disdain.

"Qin Minshu, you have taught me another lesson today. Sometimes, even what you see with your own eyes may not be the truth."

The onlookers silently agreed with this sentiment. They had initially assumed that Ye Sheng was deliberately trying to sabotage Qin Minshu, but it turned out she was merely retaliating—a retaliation that was clearly meticulously prepared. It seemed the rumors were true; Ye Sheng and Qin Minshu were indeed at odds, and today, they had officially torn off the masks of civility in public.

It was fortunate that Chairman Qin had already left with his wife; otherwise, he would have been so humiliated he would have wished for a hole to crawl into.

Huo Mingting did not even dare to look at Ye Sheng. He had been so terribly wrong tonight; Ye Sheng must be utterly disappointed in him.

After turning off the VCR, Ye Sheng did not offer another word of explanation. Facts speak louder than eloquence; there were some people who would never believe her, no matter how much she wore herself out explaining.

"Brother Lin, I'm tired. Let's go."

Huo Lindong nodded and said in a calm, steady voice, "In the future, for any events that invite both myself and Ye Sheng, please, everyone, keep this Miss Qin far away from us. She brings nothing but bad luck."

Qin Minshu’s face turned deathly pale.

With the Ninth Master of the Huo family making such a public declaration, it was equivalent to sealing off every path of social advancement for her. From this point on, no one present would dare to associate with her again.

Watching Huo Lindong and Ye Sheng walk away, Huo Mingting felt a tightening in his chest. Just as he moved to follow them, his legs were grabbed. Qin Minshu sat on the floor, weeping and clutching at him for help. "Mingting, I beg you, take me away! Get me out of here!"

"Let go."

Huo Mingting’s tone was icy. As he tried to shake her off, Qin Minshu clung to him even tighter. "I donated bone marrow to Cong’er! You promised—you said that whatever request I had, you would do your best to fulfill it!"

Chu Yue and Tan Yao looked at Qin Minshu with dark, brooding expressions. Because of this one debt, she could hold Mingting hostage for the rest of his life!

Huo Mingting clenched his fists. In the end, he could not simply walk away. He ordered his men to help, instructing them to take Qin Minshu to a room and have a doctor administer the antidote.

"Mingting, I feel so awful. Don't give me an injection, please help me... won't you help me?"

Once they reached the room, Huo Mingting found himself unable to leave, completely entangled by Qin Minshu. The doctor stood by, helpless.

Chu Yue and Tan Yao watched the scene with cold detachment. Chu Yue, unable to hide his disgust, bit down on his cigarette and muttered, "Shall we take the doctor and leave? You two can do whatever you want."

Huo Mingting was gritting his teeth, about to retort, when his phone rang. It was an unknown number, and he answered it. Even a nuisance call was a welcome escape from the suffocating atmosphere.

"Hello? Is this... Mr. Huo?"

"Who is this?"

Huo Mingting pinned down Qin Minshu’s wandering hands. If not for the bone marrow donation, he would have thrown her out right then and there.

"I am Meng Juan, a classmate of Qin Minshu and Ye Sheng."

Huo Mingting asked what she wanted. Sensing the cold edge in his voice, Meng Juan hurried to speak: "Mr. Huo, I previously overheard a conversation between you and Ye Sheng regarding Qin Minshu donating bone marrow to your child. I have a friend who works at the Second Hospital, the same place Qin Minshu used to work. I discovered something... the informed consent form for Qin Minshu’s bone marrow donation for Huo Cong was forged. Her marrow did not match the patient's."

Boom!

Huo Mingting’s mind went blank.

"Hello? Mr. Huo? Are you still there?"

Huo Mingting looked at Qin Minshu, who was writhing on the bed like a worm, and said coldly, "Go on."

"The original files were destroyed by Qin Minshu, but an electronic record remains on the server. In reality, the person who donated the bone marrow to Huo Cong two years ago was Ye Sheng, and the surgery was performed by Ye Sheng herself."

Huo Mingting’s eyes turned bloodshot. In a single night, he had been struck by lightning three times.