Chapter 123 My Husband Isn't That Forgiving

before asking in a low voice.Tightly pursed lips, a hint of tension, as if she were prepared to play it cool the moment he rejected her.Pretending, she was worst at pretending.Junzhi Mu looked at her...When Qiao Bao'er returned to the Jun family, she discovered that Old Master Jun hadn't come back.

"The old man is still at the Seattle hospital…" The butler called to the servants, asking them to prepare some porridge for her and giving her a brief explanation.

"Is grandpa feeling unwell"

The steward didn't say much, just a few words, "Drink some hot porridge and then go back to your room to rest. After all, there's a time difference." As if he had something important to do, he turned and left.

< Qiao Baoer stood in front of the dining table, wanting to ask another question, but the figure of the housekeeper in front had already walked far away. >

She had no appetite and only ate a few bites before returning to her bedroom.

She remembered that Lu Qinan had said the day before yesterday that her grandfather was very angry, so he hadn't looked at the turmoil that happened in the group this time, and even said that he let Jun Zhi牧 handle this mess himself.

She took a nap on the plane and isn't sleepy now.

The air and environment in Seattle are really good, but I always feel more at ease and comfortable at home. I don't know when it started, but I've come to think of Jun's place as my own home.

Curled up on the small sofa in the bedroom, I turned on the television with the remote control.

It took her aback. The news channel was livestreaming a press conference, and the man in the center was none other than Jun Zhi Mu. This must be to address the rumors surrounding the recent car accident.

"The first time it appeared on the screen like this, it was actually a sickly little thing."

Qiao Bao'er looked at the man on the TV screen and couldn't help but mutter, "Jun Zhi Mu's right arm shoulder blade is fractured, so he can only bend his right arm and fix it with a special brace."

Even though he was a patient, his cold demeanor told you right away that he wasn't someone to mess with.

"It seems Grandpa is really angry."

She frowned slightly, a bit confused. The old man usually wore a stern face, but it was clear he cared deeply for Jun Zhipu. He actually let his sickly grandson appear in person.

"What is Grandpa busy with in Seattle" The old man was very strong and healthy, without any major ailments.

Suddenly, a phone rang. She picked up the phone.

"Qiao Bao'er, have you already returned to China" It was Zhu Xiaowei calling.

She lowered the volume on the TV and said, "I just got home."

Zhu Xiaowei faintly heard some news sounds from her phone, hesitantly asked, "Are you watching the press conference"

"Yes."

Actually, Zhu Xiaowei was watching the same channel at home. Her voice sounded a bit distressed, “ Qiao Baier, thanks to your husband, I'm going to be bothered to death now.”

“Last time they had a class reunion and pulled me into a WeChat group. On the day of the gathering, those women definitely wouldn't miss this opportunity. They secretly took photos of your husband with their phones. Afterward, they were quite smug in the group, saying they were going to keep the 'male god' for themselves... Now, he's become the city's 'most eligible bachelor,' and they're practically exploding with excitement.”

One by one, they sent me private messages, all like they'd been struck by lightning, disbelief mixed with excitement.

Speaking of which, Zhu Xiaowei knew about this press conference because these caring women forwarded it.

"That night at the manor, Old Ban even went up to your husband with a bottle of red wine, showing it off. Hahaha! Now he's feeling very uneasy and even asked me about your preferences. It seems like he's planning on giving you a gift…"

Zhu Xiaowei chatted with her about some old classmates, but Qiao Baoer was absent-minded, her eyes slightly narrowed, staring intently at the television...

"...Next time, tell him to lay low." She replied casually.

"What's wrong"

Zhu Xiaowei heard her voice a little heavy, "The last car accident... In the video, it looked like his right arm was injured, and he seemed pretty energetic. Which part of you got hurt"

"I'm not hurt."

Jo Bao'er was indeed unharmed. She just didn't understand why, at the press conference, Jun Zhi Mu had used his serious voice to announce to the outside world that this car accident was just an accident, and he didn't intend to pursue Yi Si Chen.

As far as she knew, Junzhi Mu wasn't such a tolerant person.

Yi Sicheng has been criminally detained for drunk driving. This charge isn't difficult for the Yi family to handle, Jun Qingya has been anxious for so many days, she is just worried that Jun Zhi牧 will pursue it.

Qiao Bao'er thought for a moment, "Because of family"

But that's really not like him.

"That night, a suspicious person was found at the parking lot of Yizhi Hongshan Villa. It was confirmed that someone had tampered with Yi Sicheng's car deliberately..."

At the press conference, Junzhi Mu only briefly explained a few things before leaving.

They went straight to the company office. After the secretary closed the door for them, Pei Haoran began to show him some videos he had found.

Also, during your hospitalization in Seattle, domestic media was clearly being manipulated. This newspaper admitted to us that they received money and maliciously spread rumors about your severe injuries from the car accident. With the widespread development of self-media, it's very difficult to control these rumors, and they directly impacted investor confidence.

Although at first they all thought that Yi Sicheng's drunken driving accident, which left Jun Zhimu seriously injured, was a consequence of Qiao Baier's troubles.

But now it is clear that these sharp accusations are pointed directly at Junzhi Mu.

"It doesn't look like a business rival."

Xiao Jie slapped a thick stack of project files back onto his desk. Ever since Jun Zhi Mu's incident, they had all immediately thought of Jun Zhi Mu's infamy in the business world, assuming it must have been someone who wanted to make trouble. They spent nearly two weeks investigating overnight, but found no suspicious candidates.

The other party not only wants to strike the group, but directly wants Jun Zhimu's life.

"I wonder if the rest of Zhou Jia's brothers and sisters from last time..." Lu Qinan was also a little tired, leaning back on the sofa, casually asking.

Pei Haoran was also a little tired, and spoke softly, "I had people check, the Zhou brothers behaved well in prison, and there was nothing unusual about the Zhou family mother and daughter." It wouldn't be possible for the Zhou family to orchestrate such a car accident and spread rumors.

"...And besides, after what happened to the Zhou family, hardly anyone is foolish enough to challenge Zhi Mu anymore."

Lu Qinan and the others were discussing and deliberating, while the person involved was just listening without saying a word.

"Zhi Mu, do you have any leads"

Pei Haoran saw his eyes gradually darken, as if he were thinking about something.

"Who would be so eager to see me fall..." Jun Zhi Mu's lips curled into a self-deprecating smirk, "Come to think of it, quite a few."

Suddenly, he stood up and coldly said, "Let them start with the people they know best."

"I'll go back first."

With that, Junzhi Mu took a step and walked straight toward the door.

"Exhausted."

Lu Qinian saw Jun Zhimu leave, and immediately collapsed on the sofa without any image, howling loudly.

"As Zhu Mu said, let the people below divide the work, starting from the most familiar ones. The other party seems to know Yi Si Chen and Zhu Mu's personal grievances very well, maybe they are really an acquaintance..."

"The shepherd doesn't seem to care much, probably just a little shrimp. Well then, I should go home and lie down."

Pei Haoran glanced at him with a displeased look, he cared about it, wasn't he at homeng from the wind and snow. Fear gripped him, and he turned his head to shout forcefully.qiao baoer directly pressed the steel knife against his back, her face cold as she urged, "Keep walking forward!...