President Ji’s Cat - Chapter 19

Watching the taxi drift further away until it vanished from sight, Ji Chufeng finally withdrew her gaze and looked toward the McLaren parked by the roadside.

Calculating the time, that mother and son should already be at the hospital.

She stood there for half a second in thought, then turned and walked straight toward her car.

She had only taken two steps when a man with a wavering gait approached her, a pungent stench of alcohol hitting her nose. Ji Chufeng frowned and consciously stepped to the side, but the man swayed and collided with her anyway.

The force wasn’t heavy, but it made her brows knit instantly, her gaze darkening.

“…” She stopped and looked at the drunken man. He was staring back at her with a direct, leering gaze—it was clearly intentional.

Before she could speak, the man let out a “heh-heh” laugh. His suit and tie were pulled into a disheveled mess, and combined with the foul smell of booze, he looked utterly repulsive.

He whistled and blew a kiss in her direction. “Hey, beauty. Five hundred bucks—wanna go?”

Ji Chufeng stepped aside to dodge the hand the man reached out, her anger reaching her throat. Her face was grim.

The drunk, however, had zero situational awareness. He continued, “Fine, eight hundred then! Heh! Man, I haven’t seen such a high-quality piece in a long time…”

As he spoke, he stubbornly reached for her again.

This time, Ji Chufeng didn’t dodge. She raised her hand, and just as the man thought she was consenting, she grabbed his arm, pivoted, and executed a shoulder throw, slamming him heavily onto the concrete ground.

The move was clean and efficient. Before the man realized what happened, he was lying on the floor. The sharp pain caused him to half-sober up; he rolled around on the ground, wailing in agony.

“Ah, you motherf… that hurts! Do you—do you know who I am?! I’m gonna sue you!!”

Ji Chufeng didn’t want to waste a single word on him. Seeing her about to leave and being unable to get up, the man immediately raised his voice and yelled, “Help! Someone help! There’s a female predator here!”

Unfortunately for him, there weren’t many people around. The few diners leaving the restaurant simply took a detour when they saw the scene; no one wanted to get involved.

The “Female Predator” President Ji turned a deaf ear to the shouting. She bent over and sat in her car, started the engine, and pulled out of the side parking spot.

The spot where the man lay was directly in front of her exit path, and since she couldn’t pull a U-turn there, she had to drive forward. Realizing he was in an excellent strategic position and seeing that this woman looked very wealthy, he yelled even harder.

The car stopped three meters away from him. She lowered the window and heard the man still ranting: “You hit me today! I’m telling you, medical fees, mental anguish, lost wages, nutritional supplements—not a cent can be missing! Otherwise, I’ll sue you and rot you in jail!” He was clearly trying to extort a fortune after seeing the luxury car.

“Are you moving or not?” Ji Chufeng said deeply.

“Even if the Emperor of Heaven shows up today, I’m not fucking moving!” The man shouted, emboldened by the alcohol. He didn’t believe this woman would actually dare to hit him.

Ji Chufeng floored the accelerator. The roar of the sports car’s exhaust was enough to give anyone goosebumps.

He stared straight at the car that was revving but not moving, further convinced of his theory: this woman was a coward who didn’t dare to run him over.

Two seconds later, however, the car lurched forward! Its target was clear, heading straight for him!

“Ah, shit!” He scrambled to crawl away, but the combination of pain and legs turned to jelly from fear made it impossible to move quickly. Seeing the distance close, he nearly pissed himself.

He shut his eyes in terror. The sound of brakes screeched suddenly. He opened his eyes, trembling; the tires were less than ten centimeters from his toes. Half a second more, and the wheels would have crushed his legs.

For a split second, President Ji had indeed wondered how much she’d have to pay to settle a homicide. But on second thought, it wasn’t worth it.

Watching the man’s back as he scrambled away in a panicked retreat, Ji Chufeng felt incredibly frustrated. Why do people keep courting death by provoking me?

At the same time, she felt a wave of relief. It was a good thing she had sent Fu Sixue off in a taxi; otherwise, the woman might have run into some “bad people” out here alone.

I’ll have to keep a closer eye on her in the future, she thought.

The silver-gray sports car sped along the highway, hitting every green light until she arrived at the hospital.

The night hospital was shrouded under a dark teal sky, looking even more somber than during the day. She saw many people walking hurriedly out of the building carrying thermal lunch boxes, while others were delivering takeout inside.

Ji Chufeng walked into the first-floor lobby of the inpatient building and waited for the elevator.

She detected a very faint smell of alcohol on her clothes—likely from the scuffle earlier. Even though the scent was minimal, it made her knit her brows in disgust.

Bad luck.

Without hesitation, she took off her expensive coat—which she had only worn twice—and tossed it directly into a trash can.

After leaving the ICU, Ji Shengjun had been moved to a ward on the seventh floor. The seventh floor was divided into two zones: one half for general wards and the other for premium nursing wards.

Ji Chufeng walked down the long corridor, glancing at the general wards. They usually housed several people per room. In the occupied rooms, every bed had at least one family member keeping watch—some chatting, some peeling fruit. Amidst the cold hospital atmosphere, there was a touch of warmth there.

Although this was a world away from the premium ward Ji Shengjun occupied, those crowded rooms with cots on the floor and slightly dated decor possessed something his ward lacked.

Ji Chufeng felt that Ji Shengjun was quite pathetic.

When others were sick, they had spouses and children by their side. He had endless wealth, the most expensive ward, and twenty-four-hour nursing care, yet he would never have the warmth of a family.

His current wife of over a decade was a hypocrite, and the son he doted on wasn’t even his own—in fact, they were both likely waiting for him to die.

Tragic, when you think about it.

She walked past the corridor, turned into a short passage, and rounded a corner into a scene completely different from the general area. The flooring was different; the tiles were polished to a mirror-like shine. There were several nurses at the station, and the only patient they were attending to was Ji Shengjun.

She walked toward the furthest ward where the lights were on, her heels clacking rhythmically against the tile. Her pace was composed, showing not a hint of urgency.

The bodyguards she arranged were still standing guard at the door. The secretary had been sent out. So far, no sound came from inside. The guards said they had arrived and gone in just moments ago.

President Ji, being “merciful,” intended to leave them some private family time, but then she heard the sudden sound of glass shattering inside.

She raised an eyebrow. Now this is getting interesting.

Ji Chufeng pressed the handle and pushed the door open.

Just as she opened it, she saw an object flying toward her at high speed. She instinctively pulled the door back to block it.

A glass tumbler smashed against the door and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

“Get out! Both of you, get the hell out! Do you hear me?!”

She heard Ji Shengjun’s voice from inside. He sounded absolutely livid.

In her memory, she had never heard him this enraged. For him to shout with such vigor while his body was so weak… he must have been pushed to the brink.

Ji Chufeng let out a quiet “tsk” of amusement.