Marriage as a Game

Chapter 12 The little girl looks well-behaved, but she is quite greedy
Neither of them noticed Shen Chaoxi at the door.

She stood at the door of the clinic, leaning against the white wall of the corridor, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

The white back of the hand was covered with raindrops and the blue veins were exposed!
At this time, the doctor's inquiring voice was heard from the clinic.

"...Zheng Juanjuan, your left arm is fractured. You need to wear a cast and rest for a month. You can't move around.... Also, you have a mild concussion. Go back to bed and rest. If the vomiting and dizziness symptoms continue, you need to see a doctor immediately...

Yao Dimai, two molars on the left side of your mouth have fallen out, and there are lacerations in your mouth. You must pay special attention to cleaning and take oral anti-inflammatory drugs..."

Every word of the doctor's cold words struck Shen Chaoxi's ears and pierced her heart.

Numbness and pain spread throughout the body.

Shen Chaoxi's hair was wet by the rain, and water drops fell on the floor, leaving a stain that spread across the shiny marble surface.

Across the room from the consulting room, in a corner of the floor, lay a mud-stained messenger bag and a torn parka.

Shen Chaoxi recognized that it was Yao Dimai's thing. She already had a guess in her mind where the injuries on her aunt and cousin came from.

Shen Chaoxi walked over, reached out and touched the black shoulder bag, and easily took the key to the shabby van in his hand.

The wind and rain raged without stopping, accompanied by lightning and thunder, which made people feel frightened.

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It was raining heavily, and it was a white night at the most upscale club in Beijing.

A luxurious atmosphere.

Private room number 8 on the sixth floor.

Today is the day when several poker friends get together.

"Jiang Han, let me tell you something strange."

It was a rare day for Jong Suk Hee to wear formal clothes today. His family arranged a blind date for him in the afternoon, and he came here without even having time to change his clothes after the blind date. He rolled up his shirt cuffs, touched a card, and looked across at the opposite side.

Shang Jianghan casually knocked a cigarette out of the cigarette box and toyed with it between his right fingers. His eyes were as cold as always and he said nothing.

"Tell me, what strange thing is more outrageous than your blind date?" Song Yang had just laughed at this matter, and now he couldn't help but tease it again when he thought about it.

Jong Suk Hee made a pair and threw the cigarette box over.

"Get lost! Why are you bringing up such a topic?"

The three of them are childhood friends, and have been together since they were wearing open-crotch pants. Now they are all 25 years old, but they all have no interest in women.

Several families were extremely worried, so they decided to start with Jong Suk Hee, who was the most obedient and easiest to conquer.

Maybe if one of them gets a girlfriend, he can infect the other two.

"Say it!"

Shang Jianghan brought the topic back.

“Do you remember the girl Yuncheng saved you?
She is the illegitimate daughter of Shen Daguang's mistress!"

Shang Jianghan raised his eyebrows and took out a lighter to light a cigarette.

The grayish-white mist he exhaled quickly spread out, covering his handsome face.

"What's up with her?"

Song Yang interrupted in real time and nodded his chin.

"Oh! I remember it. She was here the other day and was covering for someone at home. The girl was so pretty!"

Song Yang was naturally deeply impressed. You know, the girl wearing a mask was the one who kicked open the car door at the bend that day, and he would never dare to tease her with words even if he was beaten to death!
Zhong Shuoxi nodded, "Yes, that's her. She looks well-behaved, but also quite greedy!"

Shang Jianghan held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, reached out to touch the cards, and spoke in a not very clear voice.

"Why are you greedy?"

Thinking about the figure who slammed the door and walked out because of his unfair treatment.

"Shen Daguang called me early in the morning and said that her daughter didn't want to stay in Class 6 anymore and wanted to see if she could be transferred to another class."

After saying this, Jong Suk-hee snorted with disdain in his tone.

That day, Shang Jianghan was rescued, and several people were busy checking his injuries. When they remembered the savior, they found that he was gone.

After asking around, Zhong Shuoxi finally found out that the girl was the daughter of Shen Daguang, a local real estate developer in Yuncheng.

Shang Jianghan's identity was special, so it was inconvenient to tell the other party. Zhong Shuoxi called to express his gratitude and asked the other party if he had any requests. Unexpectedly, the other party only proposed to let the girl come to Beijing to study.

It was not easy for a small upstart like Shen Daguang to transfer from a local school to study in Beijing, but it was easy for Zhong Shuoxi.

Shang Jianghan's fingers that were picking up the cards paused for a moment and he frowned.

"Class 6? You put her in Class 6? Are you sure?"

Shang Jianghan's three consecutive questions confused Zhong Shuoxi.

He realized it later, "That's right! Isn't Class 6 the class that our old classmate took over in the summer? I just found someone with connections!"

Xia Tian was a high school classmate of the three of them, and all of them graduated from No. 1 Middle School.

Shang Jianghan withdrew his fingers and said nothing more.

At this time, Song Yang's cell phone rang.

He saw the name displayed on the phone screen, frowned and started complaining.

"A demolition project, renovation of an old residential area, has been delayed for a year and those households have not been resettled yet! The resettlement payment we gave is 30 percentage points higher than the same period, and these unruly people are still not satisfied!"

Song Yang was so angry when he talked about this that he just let his cell phone ring without answering it.

Jong Suk Hee took a quick look while drawing the cards.

When he saw the name "Lao Han", he interjected.

"Is it that Old Han is unreliable? You can't trust him completely. If he makes trouble, you will see how you will end up!"

The land in Dongjiaomin Lane was an industry that Song Real Estate wanted to develop, and it was later handed over to Song Yang for him to practice.

As childhood friends, Shang Jianghan and Zhong Shuoxi also invested some money.

That piece of land has a good location, and several people plan to develop it into a new entertainment city, making it another cultural and entertainment center in Shangjing in the next few decades.

The phone stopped ringing automatically within five seconds and then started ringing again.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly penetrated, followed by a thunder that tore through the sky.

Jong Suk Hee withdrew his gaze and glanced at the lit screen of his mobile phone.

"Just answer it. Don't let anything happen in this weather!"

"Damn it! He better be in trouble, otherwise I won't let him go!"

Song Yang cursed and turned on the hands-free function.

"Say!"

Perhaps it was because of the unfriendly tone of Mr. Song that the person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Song, something happened. The demolition office was demolished and several of our brothers were beaten up!"

Lao Han on the other end was panting while speaking, and the environment on the other end was noisy.

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, then thought that this matter seemed a little serious.

The demolition office is full of burly men who have been working in this business for many years and their faces can be described as ferocious.

If more than ten people can be beaten, then the other side must have a lot of people!
The demolition office is contacting the residents, and it’s in this kind of weather!
The three people soon realized that things might not be simple.

"Go and take a look. Call a few more brothers. Be careful of the media. Don't get into direct conflict with the residents!"

At critical moments, Shang Jianghan has the clearest mind.

Song Yang had already stood up and hung up the phone. He looked out the window.

It was a little after eight o'clock, and the sky, which usually had a grey glow, was now as if dark clouds were looming!

Jong Suk Hee is on the phone calling someone.

"Don't worry, the media won't dare to write nonsense!" Song Yang said to himself, then clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the solid wood card table.

　We really need to fight...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)