Just as I was daydreaming, there was a soft knock on the door.
She came back to her senses, put down the cup in her hand, and opened the door. The person outside the door made her stunned.
"Ms. Jing."
Outside the door, Mo Huan was standing at the door greeting her.
Elegant and decent, with a faint smile on her face.
Jing Yu's breathing tightened, and after a while, he forced a faint smile, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"No, I won't sit down." Mo Huan shook his head, "I just want to take you to a place."
Jing Yu was puzzled and looked at her warily.
Mo Huan saw her caution and said, "Don't worry, Miss Jing. I'm not a bad person. I just... want to take you to meet Ze Yao."
When mentioning that person, Mo Huan's voice became much lower.
Jing Yu pursed his lips, feeling sad, "He...what else can I see?"
Mo Huan smiled bitterly, "To be honest, deep down I don't want you to see him. But... he was delirious with fever and kept calling your name. I think if he could see you, he would get better faster."
Jing Yu grasped the most crucial words, "Is he sick?"
Mo Huan wanted to say something, but in the end, he just said, "You'll know when you go and take a look."
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Jingyu and Mohuan are not familiar with each other.
If she had thought a little more, she would not have followed Mo Huan out. However, those one or two words about that person had completely won her heart.
She was unable to think deeply and just followed Mo Huan into the car.
On the way, she didn't say anything, but she could feel Mo Huan beside her looking at her.
"Ms. Jing, I answered Zeyao's call today. You didn't mind, did you?"
Jing Yu came back to his senses, somewhat confused by what Mo Huan said.
Mo Huan sighed, "If you hadn't appeared, Zeyao and I might have been married now."
Jing Yu still didn't know how to respond.
Just ask: "What's wrong with him? A cold?"
Mo Huan shook his head, "Don't you know anything about him?"
Jing Yu shook his head, "We haven't been in touch for a long time."
"I understand. I guess he can't contact you either." Mo Huan continued. Then, he looked at her deeply, "During this period, he has been living in hell every day. Many assassins and agents have been sent from home and abroad to deal with him. You probably don't know this. If he comes to find you, he will only implicate you as well."
Jing Yu’s breathing tightened.
"So now he..."
"Do you know why he was hunted down like this?" Mo Huan did not respond to her, but turned around and looked at Jing Yu.
Jing Yu shook his head.
There was sadness in Mo Huan's eyes. "I really envy you. He did all this for you, but you don't know anything. You can still live your life peacefully."
Jing Yu was even more confused. "What do you mean for me?"
"Your father's key is the key to power, but it is also a hot potato. As soon as Mr. Jing wakes up, countless people will covet him, and he will surely die. However, in order to prevent your father from being surrounded and attacked, he had already spread the news that the key was in his hands before your father was fully awake."
Mo Huan said, "If I don't tell you his good intentions, you will probably never understand."
Jing Yu was completely shocked.
The words that Yu Zeyao had said to her that time kept flashing through her mind.
He said that his father would definitely die. So that was the truth? However, she foolishly thought that he was going to kill her father!
Feelings of guilt, self-blame, worry, and grief continue to linger in my heart.
Jing Yu spoke again, his tone slightly unstable, "Could you please drive faster?"
Mo Huan asked the driver to speed up.
Soon, the car stopped. It was the hospital that Jingyu was very familiar with. What was different today was that it was heavily guarded.
As soon as their car stopped, someone hurried over.
"I'm sorry, Miss Mo, we still have to follow the procedure." The security officer spoke cautiously and respectfully.
Mo Huan got out of the car and calmly accepted their inspection. Jing Yu also got out of the car.
Those who had seen Jing Yu knew her identity, so they did not stop her, but she still had to undergo layers of inspection.
After the inspection, the two people went in.
From a distance, I could see a group of people standing outside the ward. They all looked serious and stood straight at the door.
Jing Yu recognized Cheng Enlai at first sight.
Cheng En greeted Mo Huan, and then he realized Jing Yu was following behind him. He hurriedly greeted her respectfully: "Miss Jing."
"Is he okay? Is he awake?" Jing Yu asked Cheng En.
"He hasn't woken up yet." Cheng En looked worried.
"Where's Zhuang Yan? Why can't I see him?"
"He's also injured." Cheng En said, "He's still unconscious."
Jing Yu's heart was in his throat. They were both injured, so you can imagine how dangerous this was.
"Are their lives in danger?" she asked worriedly.
"Fortunately, they are no longer in danger of death."
Hearing this, Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She looked towards the ward and said, "I want to go in and see him."
Cheng En nodded. If it was someone else, he would never let them in, but Miss Jing was different. The gentleman did this all for her.
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Jing Rong thought that one day he might meet someone familiar on the street, but he didn't expect to meet Qi Jinnian by chance.
He thought about it and felt that he could no longer hide this matter. His worst time was over, and now if he went back and thought about it, his sister would not be so sad.
If he didn't go back, it would make her worry for no reason.
After Jing Rong returned to Wen Yanzhi's villa, he went back to his room to pack his things.
However, when he opened the cupboard and looked at his clothes inside, he couldn't help but be shocked. Everything here was bought by Wen Yanzhi.
Even the drawing board and album placed in the corner were bought by Wen Yan some time ago.
Thinking of that person, Jing Rong's eyes darkened.
The servant came up and asked, "Master Jing, you just said you wanted to pack up. Where do you want to start? How do you want to pack up?"
The other party didn't know that he was going to pack up and leave.
Jing Rong came back to his senses and shook his head, "No. There's nothing to clean up."
"Oh." The servant saw the boy's depressed mood, "Is there anything else we can help with?"
"Did Wen Yanzhi say when he would be back?"
"Master Wen has some social engagements tonight, so he will be back late."
Jing Rong thought about it and nodded, "If I fall asleep when he comes back, please wake me up. Thank you."
"Okay, Master Jing."
Jing Rong sighed and closed the cupboard again, feeling somewhat disappointed.
Wen Yanzhi had done him a favor, and it was a great favor. He didn't know how to repay that man, and he was afraid he couldn't give him what he wanted.
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Please don’t rush me, the finale of this article is getting closer and closer. I’m really starting to feel reluctant to let it go.