When Leng Yixiu ca out of the control room, it was already dark. Old He had been waiting in the underground garage. When he saw Leng Yixiu get into the car, his expression wasn’t very pleasant, and he didn’t dare make a sound. It wasn’t until Leng Yixiu’s cold voice ca from the back seat.
"To the city central hospital."
The city central hospital? Why is the sir going there this late?
Old He hesitated for a mont but still followed Leng Yixiu’s instructions. An hour later, the black sedan steadily stopped under the inpatient departnt building.
Through the dim nightshade, Leng Yixiu could still see quite a few reporters with caras and camcorders stationed downstairs. So late and still so many reporters, it’s easy to imagine what the scene was like here during the day.
How could Lin Yixun handle so many reporters on her own?
The car stayed downstairs for a long ti. Eventually, Old He couldn’t help himself and said, "Sir, you haven’t eaten much since you left the company. Do you want to find a place nearby to grab sothing to eat?"
"No need."
Through the car window, the man gazed deeply at the lit-up floor of the inpatient departnt, his thin lips parted slightly. "Go back to the apartnt."
Old He sighed helplessly. It’s truly a sin. Knowing there’s no chance of reconciliation, and yet still holding on so bitterly. Why does the sir put himself through this?
On the way back to the apartnt, Leng Yixiu received several calls. One was from Fei Yichen, asking how he planned to deal with the third young master of the Tang Family. Leng Yixiu responded lightly, "Handle it however it should be handled."
Another call was from Cheng Ying. Lately, Cheng Ying had clearly felt that Leng Yixiu’s attitude towards her had grown much colder, and he seed distracted when they were together.
A few days ago, Cheng Ying had even mustered the courage to propose moving into Leng Yixiu’s apartnt to live with him, but the man refused. At the ti, he said it wasn’t the right mont yet and doing so would damage her public image.
Cheng Ying was so angry she nearly jumped. It’s already this day and age, cohabitation between males and females is no longer unusual. How could moving in with him possibly affect her public image?
What frustrated Cheng Ying the most was that during this call, the man’s attitude towards her remained indifferent, even perfunctory, and he hung up after only a few words.
Cheng Ying stared resentfully at the now dark phone screen, the unease in her heart expanding bit by bit. Finally, she decided to use her trump card: she turned to Leng Yixiu’s mother.
Not long after Leng Yixiu hung up, he received a call from his mother. He frowned but still answered the call.
"Mom, what’s up?"
"Can’t I call you for no reason? You haven’t called in over half a month, so if the mountain won’t co to , I’ll just go to the mountain. But I do have a serious matter to discuss. You and Ying’er have been together for so many years now, when exactly are you planning to get married?"
"Mom, this is a matter between Ying’er and , no need for you to worry."
"No need to worry? If I don’t, I might die before I get to hold my grandchild!"
The man’s face darkened, showing so impatience. "Mom, I have my plans."
"Your plans? If you had plans, would I need to worry for you? Let ask you, are you still thinking about that woman? I’m telling you, get rid of those thoughts early! Your father is watching you from below!"
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