"Xiao Jin, while you’re still young, listen to dad and remarry," Mr. ng suddenly said.
ng Jin fell silent.
Mr. ng felt heartbroken as he spoke, "Xiao Jin, you’ve already put off your life for Xiaolin for over twenty years. Even if you find Xiaolin in the future, she won’t bla you."
"No," ng Jin quietly refused, stating, "Dad, I promised Xiaolin in this life that I would marry only her and no one else. If I never find her, then it’s just not in my fate."
"That’s not acceptable," Mr. ng advised, "Xiao Jin, I’ve lived to this age and don’t have many years left. If you live all alone, how can I die in peace?"
"Dad, I’m not alone. I have so many colleagues. Look, the machinery our company has developed is getting more powerful, and several people have even gotten into accidents because of it. I also try to take care of their families. Every ti I see our machinery being liked by everyone, my days feel fulfilled."
Mr. ng looked deeply at him, slowly closing his eyes and saying, "You’re tired too, go rest."
"Dad, let help you into the house," ng Jin said.
Mr. ng lay on the recliner inside the house, and after ng Jin left, he opened his eyes, his gaze reaching a family photo with only three people in it. A long sigh echoed in the room.
"Qu Feng," ng Jin called Qu Feng over and asked, "How has my dad’s health been recently?"
"Mr. ng is still quite robust, but recently, because of Yanzhi’s issue..." Qu Feng hesitated.
ng Jin, without asking further, already understood what Qu Feng ant. He asked, "How about the person who got hurt this ti? Still in the hospital?"
"Yes," Qu Feng replied.
ng Jin imdiately went to the hospital. When he arrived, Lian Qingyang was adjusting the tightness of the plaster cast. After the swelling in his leg went down, the cast had beco much looser.
Lian Qingyang didn’t know who ng Jin was.
After ng Jin explained his purpose, calling for legal punishnt for ng Yanzhi and an apology to Lian Qingyang, Lian Qingyang was sowhat bewildered. He then rembered Mo Siyu and Sister Xiao Yue had ntioned before that ng Jin was a reasonable person.
Lian Qingyang’s impression of ng Jin improved, yet he felt ng Jin looked familiar sohow.
Even after ng Jin left, Lian Qingyang kept wondering where he had seen ng Jin before.
After a long thought and still puzzled, Lian Qingyang shook his head and dismissed the thought.
ng Family.
As soon as ng Jian and his wife Zhang Hua entered the ng house, Zhang Hua started shouting loudly, "Where’s my son? Where’s my Yanzhi?"
"Yanzhi?" ng Jian also barged into the ng house, shouting loudly.
When they were in Hu Province, ng Jian and Zhang Hua were in disbelief upon receiving the news.
Their own son, ng Yanzhi, who had wealth and power at the ng family, how could he possibly be arrested?
But the other party was from the Tian Family, and their information was detailed. ng Jian and Zhang Hua hurried over from Hu Province, arriving at the ng house first, familiarly storming in and shouting.
"Mr. ng is resting," Qu Feng stopped them in the hallway.
ng Jian, with a plump belly and slicked back hair, said, "Qu Feng, tell , did my son get into trouble?"
"Yanzhi indeed encountered so trouble," Qu Feng hadn’t finished speaking when ng Jian, hearing that ng Yanzhi was indeed in trouble, excitedly stepped forward, grabbed Qu Feng’s clothes and said, "Qu Feng, my son was well when I sent him to the ng Family, how could he be arrested? I want to see Uncle ng, where is Uncle ng?"
ng Jian shouted at the top of his lungs, "Uncle ng, you promised to take good care of my son, and now that he has been arrested, you owe my son."
"That’s right, I sent my son to the ng Family in good condition, and now sothing has happened, why are you hiding and not seeing us?" In Zhang Hua’s heart, their son was their life, even though there were two other sons at ho, those two only spent money, unlike ng Yanzhi who would give them money?
"Uncle ng." ng Jian’s voice was very loud.
Qu Feng reprimanded and struggled for a long ti, then he felt sothing was wrong. Mr. ng was usually a light sleeper; with ng Jian and Zhang Hua making such a fuss, how could Mr. ng not show any reaction?
"This is not good."
Qu Feng stopped holding back ng Jian, turned around, and went to knock on Mr. ng’s door, but behind the door, there was silence.
"Mr. ng!" Qu Feng shouted loudly, and after confirming there was no response inside, he started kicking the door.
ng Jian and Zhang Hua had no idea what Qu Feng was doing.
Until the door was opened and Qu Feng was carrying Mr. ng on his back, ng Jian and Zhang Hua were both trendously shocked.
This is a large courtyard with many people; Qu Feng carrying Mr. ng quickly got him sent to the hospital.
"Uncle ng won’t..." Zhang Hua whispered quietly into ng Jian’s ear.
ng Jian glared at her and said, "Can’t you speak properly? If Uncle ng is gone, do you think we can still have days as good as this?"
Although ng Jian was lazy and gluttonous, he knew so things; they needed to cling tightly to Uncle ng, the robust support, otherwise, their good days would co to an end.
After leaving the hospital, ng Jin specifically went to the Security Bureau, but visitations weren’t allowed, so ng Jin left and didn’t go ho but instead went to et an old friend and then went to find Mo Siyu.
Apparently, all the evidence against ng Yanzhi was found by Mo Siyu, who was also the fiancé Tang Yue had t before.
Once praised by his father and Grandpa Qin as a business prodigy, ng Jin was quite curious about Mo Siyu.
When Mo Siyu saw ng Jin entering the house, there was a mont of surprise. Photos are static, but people are dynamic.
He lowered his eyes, subdued his emotions, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and poured water for his guest while sizing up ng Jin.
ng Jin observed Mo Siyu; maybe he had just returned from work, his face still had traces of sweat, but his stern face and upright physique exhibited extraordinariness, especially those deep, black eyes, with a resolute gaze.
"You are called Mo Siyu?" ng Jin asked, not sure if it was because of the ’Mo’ surna, but upon seeing Mo Siyu, he felt an unusual warmth, a heartfelt desire to be close to him.
"Yes," Mo Siyu replied.
"Sit down," ng Jin gestured for him to sit.
Mo Siyu didn’t refuse, sat down beside him, his straight posture truly fitting the phrase, standing like a pine, sitting like a bell.
"What you’ve done is excellent," praised ng Jin, "He did wrong and receiving punishnt is appropriate, what you did was excellent."
ng Jin’s words were abrupt, but Mo Siyu imdiately understood.
ng Jin said, "My father, he... is old now and the child raised by his side, inevitably spoilt. Of course, I am also to bla for not fulfilling a father’s responsibility."
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