The Man in the Wheelchair

Nalan Ye-Jue.

A titan of the Imperial Capital's business world; no one knew the true extent of the wealth he commanded or the reach of his influence.

All that was known was that this man was not to be trifled with.

A myriad of stars reflected in the depths of his eyes, yet he sat silently in his wheelchair, saying nothing, the surrounding air seemingly frozen.

A long while passed.

An attendant pulled the door ajar and reported with extreme caution, "Young Master Jue, Little Miss is at school..."

"Causing trouble again?" The man's voice was cold and aloof, every word precious.

"Cough, cough. She hit someone, and the parents have banded together to go to the academy to demand an explanation, insisting that they expel her..." the attendant reported in detail.

"Foolish..." the man said coldly.

The attendant wiped away sweat. "Yes, Little Miss is not very bright. She struggles to even get a 60 on her final exams, and now she's fighting with classmates. What do you think..."

The man's cold gaze swept over with sharp intensity: "Get out!"

The attendant trembled. "Young Master Jue, then how should we handle the situation with Little Miss..."

From the sofa in the suite, a gloating laugh suddenly rang out. "Lu Bing, you're a terrible secretary. How dare you bother your master with a woman's affairs? When has your master ever cared about a woman? He only cares about robots! Robots! How is the development of the smart robots at Nalan Group coming along? If a robot could fight in school or flirt with a girl one day, that would be the big news worth your master's attention!"

At the other end of the dim suite, there was actually another man!

The man wore a white suit, sat with his legs crossed, and leaned back on the sofa, sipping red wine. His laughter was cynical, a sharp contrast to Nalan Ye-Jue's quiet, icy temperament.

Bai Chi.

The young master of the Bai Family, a medical dynasty in the Imperial Capital.

Lu Bing dared not offend him. "Does Young Master Bai mean..."

"Little Bing-Bing, haven't you figured it out yet? That woman you mentioned, isn't she just the dim-witted girl the Nalan family picked up? Your master has left her in the countryside, ignoring her for so many years. Can't you see it? He's just icing her out, letting her fend for herself. Do you really think she's a child bride for the Nalan family who will become the mistress of the house one day? That ugly gi--"

Bai Chi was busy "educating" the dense secretary, Lu Bing.

Who would have thought.

The moment the word "ugly" left his lips.

Nalan Ye-Jue suddenly interrupted coldly: "Expel her!"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees in an instant!

Lu Bing was in a difficult position. "This..."

The final exam was supposed to be her one chance; if Little Miss could average a 60 across her subjects, she would have a chance to continue her studies.

Now that the Young Master was ordering her expulsion, it was all over.

Bai Chi, however, was quite smug. "See? I know your Young Master Jue best, don't I? It's a waste of money for that girl to go to school anyway. After all, she's ugly enough as it is, and her brain is just as dull..."

Who would have thought.

Before he could finish the word "dull," he was interrupted by Nalan Ye-Jue again.

"Go and get it done!" Nalan Ye-Jue, a man of few words, commanded in a deep voice, adding a rare few extra words: "Take my business card to Principal Zhou and process it through special channels."

Lu Bing's eyes lit up. "Yes!"

As he left, he glanced at Bai Chi. Young Master Bai, although you are our master's good brother, I must say... you really don't understand our master at all.

Bai Chi did not think so.

He crossed his legs and swirled his wine glass. "Expulsion is the right move! Jue, I knew you wouldn't waste time on a woman. Come, come, let's continue researching the robots at Nalan Group. Our Bai Family Pharmacy wants to reserve the first batch; you have to give your brother a twenty percent discount!"

He had just handed the purchase contract to Nalan Ye-Jue.

But this Imperial Capital titan seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the starry sky instead of looking at the contract.

He wouldn't even allow him to call for some lively female servers to keep them company and liven the mood.

He was bored to death, having already watched several short clips on his phone while slumped on the sofa!

Finally.

Nalan Ye-Jue spoke again, his voice faint—