The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO

Feng Xin returned from the hospital, and as soon as she opened the door, she heard a series of ping-pong sounds coming from inside. A pained expression crossed her face.

"Little Song, are you throwing a tantrum again?" Feng Xin opened the door to Lin Song's room, looking at the mess and said with heartache.

Breathing heavily, Lin Song slapped his paralyzed legs and said angrily, "Throwing a tantrum? Do I not even have the right to be angry in this state? Didn't they say there was a possibility of recovery for my legs? When exactly will I be able to stand up again!"

Feng Xin hugged Lin Song, comforting him, "Good boy, if your dad said there's a way to recover, he must have his methods! Just bear with it a little longer."

"Stop lying to me!" Lin Song said with a mournful laugh and red eyes: "My joints are shattered, unless I get a mechanical joint replacement, I won't be able to stand for the rest of my life! I can't accept this!"

"What good will resenting do?" At that moment, Secretary Lin's voice came in; he took off his clothes and hung them on the coat rack, saying, "You were the one speeding and crashed into the mountain. Who else can you blame for the accident?"

The reason behind Lin Song's broken legs was kept under wraps by Secretary Lin; after all, it was not a glorious affair, and there might be issues involving a Supernaturalist, and to consider the bigger picture, Secretary Lin declared it was a car accident caused by Lin Song himself.

"You could say less!" Feng Xin said with a furrowed brow and dissatisfaction, "With your son in this state, can't you speak kindly to comfort your son? Who are you showing your authoritative side to at home?"

Secretary Lin glanced at Lin Song and said, "When I said there's a possibility of recovery, I wasn't lying to you. It's just not the right time! When the moment is right, you'll naturally find out!"

"The right moment? How long until it's the right moment!" Lin Song stared at his father, demanding coldly, "I don't want to lie in a wheelchair all day. I'm still young; I don't want to become a cripple!"

Secretary Lin frowned slightly, then spoke indifferently, "When we go home for the New Year, I'll ask the Imperial Physician to give you a diagnosis, and then you will be able to stand up."

"Imperial Physician?" Lin Song's eyes flashed with confusion, and then he asked, puzzled, "If they can cure me, why aren't we contacting them now?"

Feng Xin's eyes showed surprise and asked, "Imperial Physician? Are you sure about this? You know, the Imperial Physicians only treat patients based on their mood, and unless it's someone of my grandparents' stature, they simply won't care about us!"

Secretary Lin said lightly, "For this year's family award, I'll request my father to ask an Imperial Physician to make a move once!"

Lin Song was somewhat baffled, but he also realized that it wasn't easy to summon an Imperial Physician, as the family award was exceedingly important for heirs of their family—it was all about how much the family would favor someone in the future! Using it to request a one-time intervention from an Imperial Physician indicated their prestigious status.

However, it was this fact that gave Lin Song a glimmer of hope. Could it be that the Imperial Physician really could cure his legs?

Seeing the surprise and a touch of emotion in Feng Xin's eyes, she hadn't expected her husband to go to such lengths for Lin Song.

"By the way, have you been to the hospital recently?" Secretary Lin suddenly asked, "Do you have friends who have been admitted?"

Feng Xin was startled, then feigned an air of nonchalance, "It's an old classmate of mine, who seems to have run into a little issue with their company, and so they turned to me for help. But due to an accident, they're now in the hospital. As a classmate and a host, it's only natural for me to pay a visit."

Feng Xin's words were seventy percent true and thirty percent false, never revealing the identity of the old classmate.

However, Secretary Lin didn't seem to care much, "An old classmate, eh? As long as it doesn't violate any regulations or policies, help out if you can!"

"You know I don't really like people pulling strings behind the scenes," Feng Xin said with a wry smile, "So I refused him before. After all, I'm your wife, and your position is quite sensitive. We can't afford any mistakes at this crucial time!"

Secretary Lin paused in his motion and then said, "You've put thought into this! I still have to attend a meeting in the city later, so you don't need to wait up for me tonight!"

Having said that, Secretary Lin went into his study to grab a document and left the house.

A trace of guilt flashed through Feng Xin's heart, as she could detect a hint of surprise and faint pleasure in her husband's words.

"Little Song, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you!" Feng Xin said to Lin Song.

Lin Song looked up and smiled, "Never mind, I'll eat out tonight and get some fresh air while I'm at it. I've been feeling a little cooped up at home these days!"

"Then I'll come with you!"

"No need, I'll have the driver pick me up!" Lin Song said with a smile. "I'm not a little kid anymore, you can relax!"

...

Half an hour later, Lin Song appeared in a high-level restaurant, with a cup of hot coffee in front of him.

"Chen Ningxue, don't think I'll let the matter of my leg go just like that!" Lin Song thought to himself. "If I can't find the culprit, then you'll carry the punishment for him! Aren't you supposed to be a promising singer? What could be more exciting than destroying your singing career?"

Ever since Lin Song's leg was broken, Chen Ningxue had only made a token effort to visit once, filling Lin Song with resentment. Chen Ningxue was supposed to be his fiancée, yet she fooled around with other men and ended up breaking his leg!

Lin Song was resolute in not swallowing this insult!

"Chen Ningxue, just you wait! Now is the time for my revenge. I once said I would make you completely surrender before me, and I will indeed do it!"

At that moment, the restaurant door opened, and a slightly plump man with glasses hurried in and sat down in front of Lin Song, "Young Master Lin, I'm so sorry. There was some traffic jam outside, so..."

"No need to apologize; I arrived a bit early!" Lin Song said indifferently, "Mo Yu, you single-handedly crafted scandals like 'car sex', 'affairs', and 'drug abuse,' earning recognition as the top paparazzo in the entertainment industry! It's no small feat to have such a reputation in the paparazzi world, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Yu said a bit sheepishly, "It's nothing, just some hollow reputation and unsavory stuff that shouldn't be brought to light. You're too kind, Young Master Lin."

Mo Yu did not deny his title of the top paparazzo because he was well aware that although he was called the best, his status was actually very low! Young Master Lin took the initiative to contact him precisely because of his notoriety as the top paparazzo!

Otherwise, why would the son of a Secretary, the Young Master Lin, ever have anything to do with him?

Seeing that Mo Yu was quite tactful, Lin Song couldn't help but smile lightly, "What does it matter if the method isn't presentable? As long as it achieves the goal, it's a good method, isn't it?"

"Exactly as Young Master Lin says!" Mo Yu chuckled, "May I know what Young Master Lin wishes to discuss with me this time?"