In the First Hospital, the woman who had spoken to Tang Wenxiu on the phone earlier appeared. She wore a women's suit, a knee-length skirt, and a long-sleeved blouse. Her long legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, showcasing their rounded shape. She wore a pair of eight-centimeter high heels, their pitch-black uppers covering her toes, exposing a large expanse of her silk-stockinged feet. These heels accentuated her elegance, a grace tinged with a touch of allure.
The sound of high heels tapping against the floor echoed through the hallway.
The secretary opened the VIP room and saw Tang Bing, lying on the bed in his hospital clothes, his face extremely pale.
Tang Bing cried out joyfully at the sight of the elegant and charming woman, "Mom!" He felt like crying tears of joy. Seeing his mother in her most difficult moments was incredibly thrilling and exciting.
Snap! To everyone's surprise, the elegant and charming woman slapped Tang Bing in the face. "You still remember you have a mother?"
"Mom. I'm sorry." Tang Bing immediately became a good boy. His mother was a truly powerful woman, known as Madam Qian, the master of financial management. At least among women, her ability was definitely in the top three. She was responsible for over a third of the Tang family's business, so you can imagine how capable she was.
The charming woman sneered at Tang Bing's expression. "Don't act so innocent. I know exactly what kind of person you are. What you did was understandable, but why did you leave evidence?"
How many children of prominent families have gotten into trouble? Quite often, abandoning them when things are impossible, giving up a relative to save the entire family. Try not to abuse your power for personal gain. It's best not to use power for things that can be settled with money. This is an unspoken rule, and it's also the foundation of a family's survival. Using power to solve everything may feel good, but the consequences are severe and can lead to the collapse of a family.
"I've completely resolved the matter, but there are still traces. I don't know how Zhao An got them. Some things have no evidence at all. Just because he said it doesn't mean there's proof." Tang Bing felt a little aggrieved. He had clearly done everything he could.
"Really? You don't need to deal with Zhao An. Aren't you very good at socializing? Your job is to establish a connection with him and maintain a good working relationship." The charming woman folded her arms, supporting her plump breasts. These breasts were the envy of others and not something that anyone could enjoy. Even her husband rarely had the chance.
Many people knew that Tang Bing's mother, Qian Yuling, was a very strong woman and asexual. Despite raising three children, she rarely had sex. No one knew why, and this part of her private life was not something anyone could explore.
"Mom, Zhao An said he won't cooperate with me anymore," Tang Bing said weakly. He still felt uncomfortable after the gastric lavage and needed to rest for a while because of gastrointestinal problems. This is the whole point of drinking baijiu recklessly. And luckily, he arrived just in time, otherwise alcohol poisoning would have been a joke.
"I didn't ask you to cooperate with him, just maintain a good relationship. Humph, don't mess with him. Don't worry about anything else, just befriend Zhao An," Qian Yufen said coldly, then glanced at the bed. "What did the doctor say?"
"He needs to watch his diet and recuperate for a while," Tang Bing answered truthfully, not daring to lie in front of such a powerful woman.
"Don't worry about the live broadcast; I'll handle it." Qian Yuling sensed something was amiss; it looked like there was some conspiracy behind it.
"Okay, are you handing it over to Tang Wu?" Tang Bing asked cautiously. Tang Wu was his younger brother. Although they were brothers, their relationship wasn't particularly close. There were many competitors for the future head of the Tang family, and it wasn't just the eldest son who could ascend smoothly; it all depended on ability.
"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Qian Yuling raised her eyebrows, her tone becoming even colder, showing no affection even for her son.
"No, no, no. I get it, Mom. I'll mend my relationship with Zhao An. I'll follow your instructions. I'll do whatever you say." Tang Bing didn't dare breathe. He understood why his father rarely stayed over at home. Faced with such a strong woman, what man would have the heart to do that? Wouldn't it be better to have a mistress who obeyed his every command? After all, rich people live their own lives. As long as it doesn't harm the family's interests, they can do whatever they want, just like him.
Qian Yuling's expression remained unchanged. She was an extremely self-centered woman. Despite her cold expression, she also enjoyed going to clubs to pick up prostitutes. Her method, however, was unique. It wasn't the usual kind of sex. There was no physical contact, but rather, a kind of, well, torture.
Rich women were simply another dimension. Many people assumed they could have sex without a condom, but that was completely overthinking. Those who went out to pick up prostitutes certainly had sexual needs, but many were simply frigid and went out solely to torture men.
Qian Yuling was one of them. Her favorite thing was to use a tinderbox to pierce and burn men's penises, singeing and scorching their pubic hair. Physical intercourse? She didn't need it at all. She was a woman with a low libido, unable to even breastfeed. Every time she went to the club to look for prostitutes, the ones she picked up were terrified, wondering what kind of pleasure they'd get. She almost got fucked before getting fucked, but luckily, she had plenty of money. Otherwise, it would have been truly despairing.
Tang Bing also learned about his mother's affairs by chance. At first, he thought she was a woman who was aloof in public but lewd behind others. But when he discovered the way his mother played with men, he was horrified. Could it be that his father enjoyed having mistresses? Perhaps he'd been tormented and left a psychological scar on himself. It was unbearable for anyone!
"Get some rest. No one can predict the future. Ability is key, but connections are even more important. Take care of yourself." Qian Yuling said, then turned and left. The sound of her high heels tapping the floor faded away, each step a pain in the heart.
Only after Qian Yuling left did Tang Bing breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure from his mother was too much. Who could bear such an icy beauty? He was unworthy, truly unworthy.