Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 76: Frail Body

Chapter 76: Frail Body

Song Qie wasn't sure if this was a blessing in disguise. After informing his boss about the issue with his right hand, he was surprisingly allowed to take time off and focus on maintaining relationships with Kewen Pharmaceutical’s investors. His boss even assigned Brother Sheng to attend next Tuesday’s investor meeting on his behalf.

Brother Sheng, a top analyst at Hongyu Capital, was someone Song Qie never imagined would cover for him.

Their boss had great confidence in Kewen Pharmaceutical. After all, last year’s industry financing distribution showed pharmaceuticals and biotechnology as the leading sectors.

Kewen Pharmaceutical operates in a very hot segment. With the capital leverage of Mingzhu Group behind it, this win-win scenario was practically designed to make investors grin from ear to ear.

The recent short-selling incident seemed like a mere joke, having had no real impact on Kewen Pharmaceutical. In fact, it only thrust the company into the spotlight.

In response to the short-selling, the company swiftly applied for a trading suspension, opened the factory for media inspection, and used the press to take control of the narrative. Then, they filed a lawsuit.

It was a textbook case of how to handle malicious short selling.

That’s assuming the company had no financial fraud. In this case, Kewen Pharmaceutical’s transparency served as the most powerful evidence of its innocence.

By Tuesday morning, Kewen Pharmaceutical resumed trading.

In just half a day, the stock soared by over 180%, a dark horse in the otherwise downward U.S. stock market. It left long-term investors elated while speculative traders cried.

Once again, Patrick Lu Beihuai’s name was thrust into the limelight, though this time not for shorting a company but for defeating short-selling institutions.

Proving one's strength is self-affirmation, but it’s unfortunate that the burden of proof always falls on the innocent. Nonetheless, the clean cut of a Gordian knot was satisfying.

At a cocktail party, Lu Beihuai was surrounded by reporters.

In the financial world, eloquent, strategic, and handsome Chinese businessmen tend to become media darlings.

After all, appearances matter.

...

"Tsk."

In front of a 180-degree floor-to-ceiling window that framed the night skyline, a young man sat on the sofa, wearing loose home clothes. Half-reclining on a soft pillow, Song Qie held a tablet in his left hand. His right hand, recently freed from gauze, still bore burn marks. He swiped through the tablet pages, though his fingers, still slightly in pain, furrowed his handsome brows.

Particularly annoying were the photos from the party showing many beautiful women around Lu Beihuai.

"He's really something."

Song Qie threw the tablet aside with a bit of force. It bounced innocently on the sofa, showing his obvious frustration.

He had agreed to let Lu Beihuai come to his apartment, but now this spacious place felt too quiet when he was alone. It was different when Lu Beihuai was home. His voice seemed to fill the air.

Song Qie stood up, dragging his slippers as he made his way upstairs to bed.

Should've known—vacations are boring.

Just as he was about to climb the stairs, a soft "beep" sounded from the door.

Turning his head, he saw Lu Beihuai step in, closing the door behind him.