Rong Yun slowly closed his eyes. Losing his sense of sight only made the messy thoughts in his mind more rampant.
He tightened his grip, feeling his first taste of despair.
When Meng Yao walked to the venue, she saw some people pointing at her. One person came up to her and said boldly, "Teacher Meng Yao, aren't you dead?"
Meng Yao's face turned dark. She held the milk tea in her hand and slowly smiled insincerely: "Who did you say died?"
Meng Yao continued to walk towards the venue. This time, the director rushed over as if he had seen a ghost. He gave her a bear hug:
"Mr. Meng, how did you get out?"
Meng Yao pushed him away in disgust: "How did it come out?"
She raised her eyes and looked forward: "I just heard that the venue was on fire. How is it, no casualties?"
Xiao Song also rushed over, and Xiao Ying hung on her neck and cried: "Sister Meng, I'm glad you can come out. I was almost scared to death. You were the only one who didn't come out. I thought... I thought..."
The more she cried, the sadder she became, and her snot and tears covered Meng Yao's shoulders.
Xiao Song also asked anxiously: "Sister Meng, what did you do just now?"
Meng Yao roughly understood what had happened. It turned out that everyone thought she had not come out because there was a fire in the venue.
"I forgot to bring a cup of milk tea, so I went back to get it. I met an acquaintance on the way and chatted with him."
Xiao Song first breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly thought of something and opened his eyes wide: "Sister Meng, Mr. Rong is still in there! He is still in there!!"
Meng Yao's expression suddenly changed, and the milk tea in her hand was almost squeezed out by her: "What did you say?!"
Meng Yao rushed directly into the venue, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.
She saw Rong Wei trying to wave his arms, but he could only lean against the carved wooden pillar in a panic. Xia Yansen and others beside him were mumbling something.
There were undried bloodstains at his feet.
"Rong Yan!"
The man turned around suddenly, and the moment he saw her, he froze in place, with something flashing in his eyes.
Meng Yao was embraced in a hot hug. She could even feel the trembling of the other person's body. For some reason, she felt her heartbeat was a little unstable.
Meng Yao saw Rong Yan's arms and palms, which were already covered with large patches of blood, and several cuts had revealed the bloody flesh.
shocking.
"Meng Yao..."
She listened with great effort, but could still only make out her own name from the vague voice.
"I am here… "
"I am here… "
Rong Wei was eventually sent to the hospital, and Meng Yao stayed by his side.
When getting on the ambulance, Meng Yao seemed to see Rong Zhen's figure in a daze. He took a step forward and then stepped back, with a heavy and hesitant expression on his face, which was extremely complicated.
The car door slowly closed, and Meng Yao withdrew her gaze. She held Rong Yan's hand, unable to look away.
Rong Zhen stared at the gradually disappearing vehicle for a long time before he reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and his steps became a little unsteady.
Andre hurriedly supported him: "Rong..."
Rong Zhen said to himself: "I am still a step late..."
He said self-deprecatingly: "I am a failed father. I have let too many people down. My life is a mess..."
*
The search for the cause of the accident was fruitless. If it was a coincidence, it would seem too deliberate. Because the accident caused a lot of damage, but no one died, the director could only bite his teeth and swallow it.
Rong Yan had a strong physique and was discharged from the hospital the next day. Meng Yao advised him to stay for a while, but he insisted.
He injured his muscles and bones this time and his arm cannot do heavy work for the time being, but fortunately it does not have much impact on his work.
Meng Yao is still filming outside, but she flies back home every time.
During the period of recuperation, Rongzhen seldom went to the company, and most of the instructions were issued online.
The two of them spent a lot more time together, and Meng Yao was happy to visit Rong Yan more often.
The scar on the arm has healed, but the scar that has not yet disappeared still looks shocking.
Meng Yao would often gently stroke those scars: "Does it still hurt?"
"They are just minor injuries. They will heal soon. It's not worth your sadness."
He placed his hand on Meng Yao's head, his movements a little slowly.
"Why did you... I mean, you didn't have to look for me like that and hurt yourself..."
She still remembers the scene of that day.
"Because I can't live without you..."
His finger stopped at Meng Yao's forehead and emphasized again: "I can't live without you..."
*
Meng Qingqing panicked when she saw the servant packing her luggage roughly.
We were talking and laughing a few days ago, but today he turned hostile to me.
Meng Qingqing rushed forward and grabbed a servant's hand: "What are you doing?! Why did you throw my luggage out?! Believe it or not, I'll tell Dad, I think you guys are really going crazy!!"
"Hello, sir!"
Suddenly, a respectful voice came from behind.
Meng Qingqing turned her head suddenly, and the person in front of her was Rong Zhen.
Meng Qingqing ran over as if she had grabbed the last piece of driftwood. She stepped forward and took Rong Zhen's arm: "Dad, Dad... Look at these servants. They really have no rules. They actually want to throw my luggage out!"
Rong Zhen pushed her away directly. His expression was no longer as gentle as before, but the opposite was cold:
"Do you think they dare to do this without my permission?"
Meng Qingqing's eyes flickered a few times: "What, what do you mean...?"
"You don't understand or are you still pretending to be stupid?" Rong Zhen sneered, "Are you really my daughter? You used someone else's hair for identification. I really underestimated you!"
The speculation in her mind condensed into an abyss-like reality at this moment. Meng Qingqing took two steps back in panic and shook her head in disbelief: "You... this..."
She suddenly shouted, "No! You must have been deceived! I am your daughter, and someone deliberately deceived you!"
Rong Zhen snapped his fingers, and immediately two bodyguards roughly lifted Meng Qingqing up.
"I don't want to waste my time talking to you. Get out of here now and don't dirty my place!"
He turned his head slightly, as if he felt disgusted even looking at Meng Qingqing: "You should be glad that you are Yujiao's niece, otherwise I would definitely kill you."
"But don't let your imagination run wild. I have to settle all these things with you..."
His voice turned cold:
"Don't think you have done a perfect job in this arson case. I have plenty of ways to deal with you..."
(End of this chapter)