Helius International Private Hospital.
This is the most high-end hospital in S City, and is also a property of the Emperor Group.
As soon as Lu Beichen's Rolls-Royce stopped, a team of the best doctors and nurses were already on standby in the emergency room. The entire VIP floor of the Surgery Department was immediately blocked off.
An Luowei was carried (or rather "carried") into the best wound treatment room, in utter confusion.
"I... I'm really fine! It's just a scratch on the skin!" An Luowei struggled. "Mr. Lu, can you put me down? I can walk by myself!"
"Silence."
Lu Beichen replied with two icy words. He placed her on the hospital bed and ordered the doctor: "Check everything. Treat the wound. Don't leave any scars."
"Wh... what?" An Luo Wei was stunned. No scar? This small wound? Is there a need to exaggerate?
The head doctor respectfully bowed his head: "Yes, Mr. Lu. Miss, please..."
"I can do it myself!" An Luo Wei blushed when the nurse tried to help her roll up her sleeves.
While the doctor was disinfecting her wound, An Luo Wei could only lower her head. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating to the point of fear.
Lu Bei Chen did not sit, he just stood there, arms crossed, like a statue carved from ice. His eyes were fixed on her wrist—where the peach blossom birthmark was exposed under the layer of blood. That gaze was deep, complicated, and contained a storm that no one could see through.
Beside her, the little boy Lu Tian An was also brought in. The boy was not injured, but he absolutely refused to leave. The boy stood clinging tightly to the edge of An Luo Wei's bed, his previously lifeless eyes now strangely lit up, looking at her without blinking.
"It's done." The doctor carefully bandaged the wound. "It's just a soft tissue injury. We'll give you a tetanus shot..."
"No need. Get out." Lu Beichen suddenly spoke.
"But, Mr. Lu..."
"Get out." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible pressure.
The doctors and nurses immediately bowed their heads and retreated without a sound. The door to the ward closed.
In the room, there were only three people left.
An Luo Wei swallowed. "President Lu, thank you... for taking me to the hospital. I'll take my leave now..."
"What's your name?" Lu Bei Shen interrupted her.
"Ah... I'm An Luo Wei. Design Department staff."
"An Luo Wei..." Lu Bei Shen repeated the name, his voice hoarse.
Luo Wei... Wei Wei... You didn't even change your name.
He took a step forward. An Luo Wei reflexively retreated on the hospital bed.
"24 years old. Just graduated from S University, Graphic Design Department." Lu Bei Shen's voice was even, as if he was reading a report. "Internship at De Shen for 3 months, just officially accepted. Orphaned from a young age, father is An Guoqiang, a gambling addict. Three days ago, he lost 500 million, and is being hunted by gangsters."
An Luo Wei's body stiffened. Her face turned pale.
"Why... why are you...?"
In just 15 minutes from the time she arrived at the park, he had already investigated her entire background? What kind of power was this?
"You sent someone to follow me?" She trembled, her voice filled with anger.
"I don't have the habit of bringing someone of unknown origin home." Lu Bei Chen replied, his eyes cold. "Moreover, the person my son calls 'mother'."
An Luo Wei choked.
Lu Bei Chen looked straight into her eyes, throwing out another "atomic bomb":
"Marry me."
"..."
"..."
"HUH??!"
An Luo Wei took a few seconds to process the information. She thought she had fallen and hit her head and misheard. "Mr. Lu! What... what joke are you making? This joke isn't funny at all!"
"I'm not joking." He pulled out a silk handkerchief and calmly wiped the dried blood on the back of his hand (her blood). "I need a wife. And more importantly, my son needs you."
"You're crazy!" An Luo Wei panicked and jumped off the bed. "Just because... just because your son called me 'mom'? It was just a mistake! You can't..."
"He's not mistaken." Lu Beichen's voice was firm. "Tian'en is autistic. For 5 years, he hasn't said a single word. You're the first."
An Luo Wei was stunned. 5 years... without speaking?
"Then... then you should find a psychologist! Not a wife!"
"I've found all the best doctors in the world." Lu Beichen lost his patience. He stepped forward and pushed her into a corner. The ten thousand year old Emperor's aura unconsciously radiated. "They are all useless. But you... you are useful."
He bent down, close to her ear. His icy breath blew against her earlobe.
"An Luo Wei. Sign the marriage contract with me. I will pay the 500 million debt. The position of Head of Design is yours. I will have someone take care of your father."
This is... humiliation!
An Luo Wei was so angry that her eyes turned red. She used all her strength to push him away, but he did not move.
"Lu Bei Shen! Do you think you can do whatever you want with money? What kind of woman do you think I am? Sell myself for money?"
Slap!
She slapped him.
The sound echoed loudly in the quiet hospital room.
The bodyguards outside heard the noise and immediately rushed in: "President Lu!"
"Get out!" He roared, his eyes darkening. The bodyguard immediately retreated.
The atmosphere thickened.
Lu Beichen's handsome face slowly turned around, one side of his cheek already flushed red. He wasn't angry. He just looked at her, his eyes deep and bottomless.
Thirty thousand years ago, you also used this stubborn gaze to look at me when you jumped down from Tru Tien Dai.
"I don't have time to play cat and mouse with you." He said, his voice hoarse from suppressed emotions. "I'll give you two choices."
"One, sign. All your problems are solved."
"Two, refuse." He curled his lips, the domineering look of a CEO was evident. "I will fire you. I will also guarantee that no company in this S city will dare to hire you. Your father will have his legs broken by gangsters. You... can try."
"You... You are a devil!" An Luo Wei trembled with fear and anger.
"I am a devil?" Lu Bei Chen sneered. "I used to be a God. You turned me into a devil."
He stepped back, signaling his assistant. A file was immediately brought over. "Marriage Contract."
"Choose."
An Luo Wei bit her lip until it bled. She was desperate. She knew this man was a man of his word. She couldn't...
At this moment, a small, cold hand timidly grabbed her finger.
Lu Tian En.
The boy who had been standing still all this time was now looking up at her. His originally empty eyes... were filled with tears for the first time.
The boy turned to look at Lu Bei Chen—his terrifying father—with a look that was clearly resentful and protective.
Then, the boy turned back to look at An Lac Vi, mumbling, his voice broken but clear:
"...Mom... don't go..."