Chapter Ninety-Seven: This City Is Mine!

Fu Bing lifted the little vial in both hands, her fingers trembling.

It was an utterly ordinary glass bottle, but inside lay a jade-green pill. At first glance, it looked somewhat like the legendary medicinal elixirs of old.

Carefully, Fu Bing twisted off the cap. At once, a wave of vibrant life surged over her face, fragrant and refreshingly pure.

A single whiff was enough to lift her spirits and drive away every trace of exhaustion from her body.

She hurriedly poured out the jade-green pill and placed it into Fu Yuantu’s mouth.

But by then, Fu Yuantu was already on the verge of breathing his last. He could no longer even swallow the pill, and could only keep it in his mouth.

Fu Bing folded her hands together and prayed for a miracle.

“Miss, please let Old Master Fu pass away in peace,” Wei Jianxun said as he stepped forward, intending to help her up.

“No. He said it could cure him...”

Fu Bing shook her head vehemently, refusing to leave.

Wei Jianxun could not help but think, hearing this, that it was almost laughable.

At the start, Fu Bing had been so proud, looking down on Qin Mu entirely. And now, she trusted Qin Mu without the slightest reservation.

Just like that, Fu Bing knelt before Fu Yuantu for a full ten minutes.

But as time passed and Fu Yuantu still showed no response, Fu Bing gradually felt her hope grow dim. She was nearly unable to hold on any longer.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

At that very moment, Fu Yuantu, who had been on the brink of death, seemed to come back from beyond the grave in a miraculous reversal. He suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of hot blood to the side.

“Grandpa! Why is he coughing up blood again?” Fu Bing cried, both thrilled and frightened.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Look closely. That’s foul blood. Coughing it out is actually a good thing!” Wei Jianxun said quickly.

Sure enough, what Fu Yuantu coughed out was a mouthful of pitch-black, filthy blood.

After a moment, Fu Yuantu recovered his senses. The jade-green pill dissolved in his mouth into a clear current, soothing the scorched organs within him. The searing pain that had gripped him before had largely vanished.

“Bing’er, where did you find this miraculous medicine?” Fu Yuantu asked anxiously, looking at Fu Bing.

“Grandpa, are you all right now?”

“I’m fine. I’ve never felt better in my life! Where did you get that pill?”

Fu Yuantu was certain that without it, he would have gone to meet the ancestors of the Fu family today.

“It was...” Fu Bing was about to answer, but the words caught in her throat. She felt too ashamed to go on.

Fu Yuantu saw that there was something unspoken there, but he did not press her. Instead, he turned to Wei Jianxun.

Wei Jianxun did not evade the question and said frankly, “It was the young friend I mentioned before. Earlier, I asked the young lady to invite him personally to come back and treat Old Master Fu, but the young lady lost her temper and offended him with her attitude.”

“I’ll have someone look for him right away. I’ll apologize to him in person.”

Fu Bing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and rose to her feet. Her usually proud, frosty face was now filled with both remorse and urgency.

She hated her own shameful arrogance.

If she had simply spoken properly and shown others due respect, Qin Mu would surely have come in person to heal Fu Yuantu’s injuries by now.

Soon after, a number of doctors entered the main room to examine Fu Yuantu.

“Incredible. Truly incredible!”

“Old Master’s organs have been damaged for decades, and now they’ve suddenly improved so much. Even the wounds have stopped worsening.”

Hearing the doctors’ praise, Fu Bing became even more certain that she had been wrong.

Outside the room, she could not help but slap herself across the face.

The blow was not light. Five bright red fingerprints were left behind, and even Wei Jianxun’s heart ached to see it.

This ever-proud young lady seemed to have truly admitted her mistake this time.

“Uncle Wei, take me to find him. I want to apologize at his door myself.”

...

After Qin Mu sent Jiang Zheng back to her room, he went downstairs, got into his car, and drove to the hospital.

Just now, he had tossed the elixir to Fu Bing purely out of respect for the fact that Fu Yuantu had once been a soldier who fought for the nation.

“Old Master Fu was a respectable soldier. How did he end up raising such a spoiled granddaughter?” Wu Mu said with a curl of the lip, chatting idly.

“Good family conditions and no strict discipline. It’s pretty common,” Qin Mu said with a wave of his hand. “Enough about her. How is the matter with White Emperor Commercial City?”

White Emperor Commercial City had once belonged to Qin Mu’s mother. Later it fell into the hands of the Chu family, one of the three major families in the Jiang Alliance. It had originally been scheduled for a launch in the near future, but Qin Mu intercepted it at the Lin family estate and took it back.

No matter how unwilling the Chu family had been, under Qin Mu’s pressure they could only bleed themselves dry and return it.

“The transfer is nearly finished, but there are twenty years of lingering issues, so handling them is rather troublesome. It’ll take a little more time,” Wu Mu reported.

“After handing over the shares, the Chu family sold off all their assets and bought plane tickets overseas,” he added.

“Let them run wherever they like,” Qin Mu said, leaning back.

No matter how far they fled, Qin Mu could still bring them all back.

“Let White Emperor Commercial City open on schedule, but put my mother’s name down as the legal representative,” Qin Mu said.

“Understood,” Wu Mu replied.

When the day White Emperor Commercial City officially opened arrived, and everyone saw that its owner was not the Chu family but Qin Mu’s mother, it would mean one thing.

Everyone in River City would know that someone had come back to settle accounts with the Jiang Alliance.

...

At the First Hospital in the city center, Luo Shui lay in her hospital bed, awake again not long ago.

Beside her was the note Qin Mu had left, telling her to rest and not to worry.

A faint smile touched Luo Shui’s lips. Thinking of the way Qin Mu had thrown himself in front of her without the slightest hesitation before the explosion, she only felt warmth rise in her heart.

She really had not chosen the wrong man.

But looking at the empty room, she could not help feeling a little lonely.

Click.

The door handle turned.

At the sound from outside, Luo Shui ignored the pain in her body and sat up at once, opening her arms in welcome. “Silly goose!”

“Luoluo, since when do I remember having a nickname like that?”

A woman dressed head to toe in designer brands and painted to the nines pushed the door open and walked in.

“Yueyue? Weren’t you in Far River? How did you end up in River City?” Luo Shui recognized her visitor.

Her name was Shen Yue. She was about Luo Shui’s age, a classmate from the same school. The two had been on good terms back then.

But after graduation, because Luo Shui had become a celebrity, and because Shen Yue had also gone to Far River to look for work, they saw each other much less often.

“I heard you were injured, so I bought a plane ticket right away to come see you,” Shen Yue said.

She came over with her arms open, hoping for a hug from Luo Shui, only to be pushed away.

“Cut it out. Do you think I don’t know you?” Luo Shui said, rolling her eyes.

Her best friend had always been obsessed with money since childhood, ruthlessly pragmatic, the kind of person who would never move without some benefit to gain.

“All right, all right. I knew I couldn’t fool you,” Shen Yue said breezily, not the least bit embarrassed. “Since it’s the New Year, all the old classmates have come back. Someone suggested we hold a class reunion, and I’m here to invite you.”

Hearing this, Luo Shui immediately frowned. She was still lying in a hospital bed.

“Luo Shui, Luoluo, my dear Luoluo, come on, please? If not, I’ll be terrified all by myself,” Shen Yue pleaded, batting her eyes.

Luo Shui could not outlast Shen Yue’s persistence and had no choice but to agree.

Besides, she was already bored stiff lying here. These minor injuries were nothing serious anyway, so getting out for a walk would not be a bad thing.

She completed the discharge procedures and, on the way, sent Qin Mu a message to let him know where she was going.

Shen Yue drove for more than ten minutes before gradually arriving before a massive complex in the city center.

“White Emperor Commercial City?” Luo Shui recognized the sprawling commercial district before her.

Although it had not officially opened yet, more than a dozen storefronts had already begun business early. Because of the prime location, every one of them was packed solid, and the queues stretched out like a long line of dragons.

“Yeah. Apparently some rich young master from our class chose a place called Imperial Treasure Pavilion, a two-Michelin-star restaurant, as the reunion venue, and even booked out the whole place,” Shen Yue said enviously, her eyes bright.

By Michelin standards, that outing would cost no less than several hundred thousand yuan.

When the time came, Shen Yue showed her identification, and a waiter led the two women into the hall.