After Wen Congyuan was sent to the Mental Hospital, Su Qiao paid to bring in experts from various fields to prove that his condition was extremely severe and that he had an "extremely dangerous tendency toward violence," so he needed to be isolated and given intensive treatment.
Thus, Wen Congyuan, who had originally planned to apply for discharge after a few years, was placed in solitary confinement as soon as he entered the Mental Hospital.
To prevent him from harming himself, all four limbs were strapped to the bed, and someone was assigned to feed him medication for mental illness on schedule every day.
They were all excellent medicines—genuine, high-quality drugs that Su Qiao had paid for.
They were absolutely capable of treating mentally ill patients.
After taking care of everything, Su Qiao went to the room where he was being held to see him.
"How—how did you manage to do this?"
"Manage to do what?"
"You know what I mean."
"Heh, Wen Congyuan, do you really think you're the only smart person in this world?"
"Unfortunately, no matter how clever you are, you never imagined that I had prepared long ago, did you?"
"That's true, but..."
Staring at Wen Congyuan, who had been given sedatives and muscle relaxants and was lying immobile on the bed, Su Qiao smiled like a demon.
"Did you think pretending to be mentally ill would let you escape punishment?"
"You exploited a loophole in the law, but you can't exploit a loophole with me."
"I've already donated one million in construction funds to this Mental Hospital. I also promised them that from now on, I'll invest another million every year. My only request is that they 'treat' my ex-husband properly!"
"Heh, Wen Congyuan, enjoy yourself!"
Wen Congyuan's lips moved, and he let out a