The intensive care unit at Jiangzhou Third People's Hospital was filled with the shrill, piercing alarms of the monitors. On the bed, Jiang Tao was covered in injuries. His internal organs were ruptured, seven ribs were broken, and his left leg had been shattered.
“Have you heard? Wang Junhao hired people to beat him up like this,” two nurses whispered in the corridor.
“Wang Junhao? The young master of the Wang Group? How did Jiang Tao get mixed up with him?”
“I heard it was because of Su Feina, Jiang Tao's girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, I guess. Wang Junhao took a fancy to her, and Jiang Tao wouldn't let her go, so...”
“Poor kid. He's only a sophomore...”
Inside the room, Jiang Tao's consciousness struggled between darkness and light. He could hear the voices around him but was powerless to respond.
Three days earlier, outside the south gate of Jiangzhou University.
Wang Junhao stood before Jiang Tao, one arm around Su Feina's slender waist, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
“Jiang Tao, Feifei is my girlfriend now. You'd better know your place.”
Su Feina lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Tao. “I'm sorry, Jiang Tao. We... we really aren't right for each other.”
“Not right for each other?” Jiang Tao's heart felt cut to pieces. “After three years together, you say we're not right for each other?”
The praise is generous and generous