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“You were too young then, I was afraid you would develop a habit of wasteful spending! I was truly doing it for your own good!”

“Why could my elder brother freely spend money? Why does his card always have inexhaustible funds? Why didn’t you take his money away for his own good?”

“How could you compare yourself to your elder brother? He has always been sensible and obedient since he was young, he never frivolously spends money! He’s not the same as you! You’re the devil, he’s an angel!”

Lu Lingche had heard too many such words in the past, but his mother’s words today seemed particularly grating to his ears, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

So, he made her feel uncomfortable too: “Indeed, I’m not like my elder brother, if he were still alive, he wouldn’t freeze your card, or restrict your movements, he would be very filial to you. But unfortunately, the one who is alive is me, the devil, so you won’t have good days from now on.”

After saying this, Lu Lingche left with his people without looking back, regardless of how his mother wailed behind him.

The streets outside the hospital were empty.

The lights in the nearby apartment buildings were extinguished. It was already one in the morning, and most people had entered dreamland.

Lu Lingche got into the car and ordered his assistant, “Go to Shensong Hospital.”

“Yes, President Lu!”

The car started, the assistant driving him towards Shensong Hospital.

The driver who had hit Qiao Yin, however, was taken away by Lu Lingche’s bodyguards.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Lingche arrived at Shensong Hospital and entered Qiao Yin’s ward.

Lu Yanxi was obedient, he had asked her to take care of Qiao Yin and she did, even staying with her throughout the night and applying medicine to Qiao Yin in the middle of the night.

Lu Lingche had thought that Qiao Yin was asleep. He walked quietly to her bedside, only to find her with her eyes wide open – beautiful, yet devoid of spirit.

A twinge of pain pierced through Lu Lingche’s heart.

Qiao Yin couldn’t see, she didn’t know that Lu Lingche had come.

But Lu Yanxi got a shock when she saw Lu Lingche, she was just about to speak when Lu Lingche made a shushing gesture at her.

Then, he took the ointment and the cotton swab from her and began to apply the medicine on Qiao Yin’s wounds.

Most of Qiao Yin’s injuries were cuts from glass, the wounds were not deep but they were numerous.

Particularly on her face, it was covered with cuts of various sizes, it looked quite horrifying.

Although Qiao Yin couldn’t see her own face, she knew how badly injured she was after hearing Lu Yanxi curse the driver countless times throughout the day.

But she felt strange that Lu Yanxi was unusually silent while applying the ointment this time: “Yan Xi, why aren’t you cursing the driver?”

Lu Yanxi glanced at Lu Lingche. Seeing him nod, she finally spoke: “I’m tired of cursing him, it doesn’t help at all, it can’t restore your face to what it was before. You were so beautiful before, now you’re full of scars, it breaks my heart to even look at it. I wonder if they’ve caught the psycho driver who hit you.”

She was looking at Lu Lingche when she said the last sentence.

Lu Lingche knew that she was indirectly asking for his help to catch the perpetrator quickly.

He kept quiet.

The news about the hit-and-run driver’s arrest would be in the news tomorrow.

But Qiao Yin comforted Lu Yanxi: “It’s okay, my grandmother’s ointment is very effective, there probably won’t be any scars on my face. Even if there are, it doesn’t really matter, a person’s ability is what’s most important, being pretty or not is meaningless.”

“How could it be meaningless? Of course, it’s always better to be pretty, you have to find a boyfriend in the future and men are visual creatures, they all like pretty girls.”

Qiao Yin softly said, “Everyone’s definition of beauty is different, maybe only you think I’m beautiful, in the eyes of others, I may not be good-looking. A few more scars won’t make a difference, it’s not a big deal.”

Lu Yanxi was stunned: “Is there someone who thinks you’re not good-looking? Impossible!”

“Of course, there is.”

“Who?”

“Your Second Brother.”