A week later, Lu Qingqing was discharged from the hospital.
Sheng Mingxi placed her in a manor in Los Angeles, which has a beautiful environment and picturesque scenery. He planned to accompany Lu Qingqing to recuperate here for a while, and then take her on a global trip.
He has written a new will in the past few days, so that if they cannot come back this time, he can ensure that his children can live a life of food and clothing without any worries.
Before, he felt that Shengtong was everything to him, and he devoted almost all his energy to it, but now he suddenly felt that without Lu Qingqing, what meaning would these extraneous things have to him?
Just yesterday, he had transferred the equity of Shengtong and Shengxiang companies to Sheng Kaiqi, and handed over all the affairs of Shengtong to Steve and Fu Qinian, and handed over Shengxiang to
Huo Feifan.
Apart from recognizing his mother Chen Xia, he was still hesitating.
He has arranged everything.
In the evening, Sheng Mingxi was accompanying Lu Qingqing to video chat with the children.
On the screen, Mrs. Huo is holding Sheng Kaiqi. The little guy grows more and more like Sheng Mingxi. Not only does he look similar, but he also looks similar in spirit.
"Mom, where are Nuannuan and Xixi?"
"The nanny has taken them to take a bath. I'll bring them over for you soon. When will you come back?" Mrs. Huo didn't know about Lu Qingqing's illness and thought they wanted to live a two-person world in Los Angeles.
At this time, Zhugenan came over.
"Master, something happened to Wang Qian." Zhugenan said with a solemn expression.
"What happened?" Sheng Mingxi and Zhuge Nan walked out of the room.
"Wang Qian was arrested by the US police on suspicion of smuggling arms."
"Isn't he a legal arms dealer? How could he be suspected of smuggling?" Sheng Mingxi frowned and asked.
"I heard that he has been doing business with a big drug lord here in Los Angeles, and he has been targeted by the police for a long time." Zhugenan reported the news to Sheng Mingxi.
Sheng Mingxi felt the seriousness of the matter.
"This matter didn't affect anyone else, right?" Sheng Mingxi was worried that Chen Xia would be implicated.
"The police have only arrested him so far. Now the Wang family and the Rong family are also asking for information everywhere. It seems that the situation is not optimistic."
"Then where is Mrs. Wang now?" Sheng Mingxi asked.
"She is also in Los Angeles. It seems that she planned to ask Mr. Robert to be Wang Qian's defense lawyer, but Robert refused."
Robert? Isn’t that Huo Chengyi’s teacher?
Sheng Mingxi hesitated and dialed Huo Chengyi's number.
In the hotel, Chen Xia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. While she was waiting for notification from the police, she was also anxiously looking for a lawyer to bail Wang Qian out as soon as possible. However, Robert, the most experienced barrister in this field, unexpectedly put Wang Qian out on bail.
She refused, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.
Just when she was restless, the door rang.
Chen Xia opened the door in confusion and saw a handsome young man standing at the door.
An inexplicable feeling of familiarity arose spontaneously. Chen Xia looked at Sheng Mingxi blankly and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Sheng Mingxi's eyes were slightly red, "My name is Sheng Mingxi, and I'm here to deliver the agreement to Mrs. Wang."
"What agreement?" Chen Xia became even more confused.
"This is the agency agreement that Mr. Robert asked me to send over. Please sign for it." Sheng Mingxi looked at Chen Xia intently. Time has not left many traces on her face. She is still as beautiful as when she was young.
This is his mother, the mother who has been away from him for twenty years.
"Didn't Robert reject it outright?" Chen Xia was surprised and delighted. She took the entrustment agreement from Sheng Mingxi's hand and read it again and again. It was indeed correct.
"Mr. Robert has changed his mind again." Sheng Mingxi said.
Chen Xia took the agreement and felt that it was not that simple.
"What did you say your name was?" Chen Xia looked at Sheng Mingxi, always feeling particularly cordial.
"My name is Sheng Mingxi, and my mother likes to call me Xiaoxi."
"Xiao Xi?" This name often appears in Chen Xia's dreams. It should be her son's nickname.
Then she began to look at Sheng Mingxi carefully, and the features and eyes were somewhat similar to her own. Suddenly, a strong sense of familiarity came to her heart, and she said with trembling lips: "Are you Xiaoxi?"