Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

Pulling out a thick stack of documents from the envelope, Yun Xi looked at them carefully. There were not only photos of the scene of the car accident, but also the hospital’s report detailing their diagnosis and CT scans of the bones in the legs.

The information, allowing her to see clearly and in detail what Jiang Qilin’s leg injury had been, was very complete.

Listening to Mu Feichi talking about Jiang Qilin’s past and this arranged car accident, Yun Xi learned a lot of inside information that she hadn’t known about in her previous life.

Before Jiang Qilin had had this car accident, he had been pretty much neglected in the Jiang family. He wasn’t the son of the Oldest Master Jiang’s first wife, so Old Master Jiang and Old Madame Jiang didn’t like him very much.”

“But he is still the eldest grandson. Even if he wasn’t born to the first wife, he isn’t an illegitimate child. Why don’t Old Master Jiang and the others like him?”

“Because the Oldest Madame of the Jiang family came from an ordinary background, and the Jiang family cares about prestige. Oldest Master Jiang insisted on marrying the Second Madame also, but because her family wasn’t powerful enough, she had no status in the Jiang family either. However, Second Master Jiang, who is Jiang Henglin’s father, was different. He married the heiress of the Lin family. The Lin family have a strong background in the military and in business and can strengthen the Jiang family’s position in the military and in business. In addition, Jiang Henglin is better than Jiang Qilin at pleasing the elders, so in the Jiang family, Jiang Henglin is the darling.”

“But didn’t you say that Jiang Qilin isn’t as simple as he seems? Since he isn’t simple, then why does he have such a low profile?”

Mu Feichi smiled, reached out and pulled her computer over to him, and quickly entered the names of two corporations in the search engine.

“The boss behind these two listed corporations, with assets of no less than tens of billions, is Jiang Qilin. Compared to that idiot, Jiang Henglin, Jiang Qilin is the one who hides his true strengths the deepest. His abilities are equal to any of the Young Masters in the four distinguished families.”

Yun Xi looked at the names of the two corporations that Mu Feichi had pulled up on her laptop screen. She had worked with one of them in her last life.

She knew that corporation very well and understood the strength behind it, but she’d never expected that the boss behind this company would be Jiang Qilin.

As usual, the real masters and bosses are hidden behind the scenes.

“I really had no idea that he was so powerful. I thought that since he was sitting in a wheelchair now, perhaps he was living a life of low self-esteem and depression every day.”

“Jiang Qilin isn’t an ordinary person, so you’ve definitely underestimated him a lot. Even if the Jiang family doesn’t like him, as long as he is still alive, the Jiang family’s inheritance rights will still belong to him in the future.”

Leaning back against the headboard, he looked at her nonchalantly. His black shirt made his facial features appear even more chiseled and handsome.

“How about it, do you now understand his medical history? Can you heal his leg?”

Yun Xi rifled through the medical records she was holding and shook her head. “I can’t see what his problem is by looking at the medical records alone. I have to inquire about his recovery over the past two years. I checked his knee reflex today. If we can couple Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion treatments, there should be some hope.”

Mu Feichi squinted, pondered for a moment, and asked, “How sure are you?”

“About 50 percent. As I said, it depends on his rehabilitation history over the past two years and whatever plans there are for his future treatments.”

“If you can heal his legs, the weight of this favor would be no less than giving the president a favor.”

“Really?” Seeming not to care about that aspect very much, Yun Xi raised her eyebrows. “I just think it’s a pity for a person like him to have to sit in a wheelchair. I just want to try it in order to help him. I didn’t want him to owe me a favor.”

“Even if you don’t want a favor, people will still remember it.” Mu Feichi chuckled lightly and stretched out his hand to pull her onto the bed. “It’s getting late, so you should rest!”

“Young Marshal, your bedtime story is over, so you can scram.”

“Will you scram with me?” Mu Feichi’s dark eyes got serious as he pulled her onto the quilt.