Mr. ng's status is significant, so if he had to personally explain and deal with this matter, where would that leave his pride?
Qu Feng's pupils dilated uncontrollably as he exclaid, "Mr. ng, I swear this has nothing to do with Mr. ng. It's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with him."
ng Jin glanced coldly at Qu Feng and stepped forward, saying, "Qu Feng, if you really care about my father, you should never have considered such a thing."
"I've been trying everything to make my dad reconcile with Si Yu, but instead, you forcefully intervened on my father's behalf!" ng Jin looked at Qu Feng, appreciative of his years of taking care of Mr. ng, but how could he ddle in the affairs of the ng Family?
"Qu Feng, you truly are a good subordinate to my father, truly considering what's best for him and the ng Family," ng Jin said, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"I..."
Qu Feng was at a loss for words. He just wanted to make Mr. ng happy, and besides, he wasn't directly involved in the matter, which was less likely to be discovered. Furthermore, ng Siyu's company was indeed a new one and lacked experience.
"Dad," ng Jin took a deep breath and continued, "The shipping matter is conclusive, but Dad, you shouldn't be so biased against Si Yu. He is your own grandson and he has the blood of our ng Family!"
"What do you an?"
Mr. ng suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed intensely on ng Jin. He understood each word but when put together, he couldn't comprehend.
What does it an by his own grandson?
ng Jin isn't married; how could he have a grandson?
Could it be…
Mr. ng stared piercingly at ng Jin, as if trying to bore a hole through his head.
"Si Yu is the son of Xiaolin and ," ng Jin finally cald down, his words dropping like a bomb, stirring wild waves in Mr. ng's previously calm heart.
How is that possible.
How could ng Siyu possibly be his own grandson.
Why?
Mr. ng couldn't make sense of it, collapsing into his chair, his eyes losing focus.
"Dad," ng Jin approached, concerned that this news might be too much for Mr. ng to handle.
"I am willing to take full responsibility," Qu Feng hurriedly spoke up.
ng Jin gave him a cold glance and said sternly, "Qu Feng, you can take full responsibility, but your actions represent my father."
Even though Qu Feng did it for Mr. ng, ng Jin still couldn't understand.
"I…" At this mont, Qu Feng realized that he might have indeed made a grave mistake.
ng Siyu was actually Mr. ng's own grandson, and yet he had been targeting him. Moreover, when Mr. ng spoke ill of Si Yu, Qu Feng often agreed. The source of thɪs content is novel⦿fire
Qu Feng's heart sank.
Mr. ng seed unaffected by everything around him. In just a mont, he seed to have aged several years, sitting on the chair, his mind fixated on one thing.
ng Siyu, his own grandson.
How could that be, such an outstanding person.
No, ng Jin is outstanding too, everyone in the ng Family is outstanding.
Mr. ng reflected on the few tis he had t Mo Siyu previously. That ti, he approached Mo Siyu, asking him to spare ng Yanzhi. Later, he called to question Mo Siyu, and his tone was not good at all.
What else did he do?
Did he nearly ruin his own grandson's future?
Regret and guilt surged in Mr. ng's eyes as he heavily pounded his chest, tears welled in the corners of his eyes, wishing he could turn back ti. If only he hadn't been so prejudiced against ng Siyu, always holding onto what happened with ng Yanzhi, would Qu Feng have gone to such lengths for him?
In the end, it was still his own foolish actions.
"Mr. ng."
Qu Feng scread out.
"Dad."
Seeing Mr. ng pass out, ng Jin couldn't care about Qu Feng anymore. He took dicine from his father's pocket and fed it to him.
ng Jin had refrained from forcefully revealing Mo Siyu's identity before, keeping Mr. ng's health in mind. If it hadn't been for the overwhelming anger and excitent, he wouldn't have disclosed it at this mont.
"Dad, take the dicine." ng Jin anxiously fed the dicine, but the unconscious Mr. ng couldn't swallow any of it.
Qu Feng also hurried to call for ergency help.
*
Shipping company.
Coming out of the shipping company, Mo Siyu leaned against the cold wall. He took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes again, the strong emotion he had just felt had gradually disappeared, replaced by coldness.
"Brother Mo." When Li Wei saw Mo Siyu, he hurried over, panting, and said, "I just heard that Mr. ng is gravely ill, Mr. ng asked to find you."
Li Wei didn't understand why, with Mr. ng gravely ill, Mr. ng insisted that he bring Mo Siyu along.
"Gravely ill?" Mo Siyu's eyes flickered, asking, "When did this happen?"
"Just now, he's in the ergency room now. I heard they have issued several critical condition notices at the hospital," Li Wei shared everything he knew. "Brother Mo, do you think it was really just Qu Feng acting alone? Did Mr. ng really know nothing about it?"
"Mr. ng has been good to you too, why would Mr. ng…" Li Wei didn't dare to say more, but he was puzzled.
"Whether he knew or not, Li Wei, we almost lost the shipping orders this ti because of soone close to Mr. ng. We can't just let this slide. Fortunately, we managed to avert disaster in the end. We still need to go back and hire people. There are many shipping orders; as long as we handle this well, we can secure the coastal orders as well."
Mo Siyu was very clear, he needed money, a lot of it, to establish Pinganda in various coastal cities, which all required financial backing.
If he managed Jing City well, then it would be ti to start establishing Pinganda in the coastal cities, and he couldn't let others take the lead.
On the side, Li Wei didn't expect Mo Siyu to refuse, hesitating because he feared Mr. ng might bla Mo Siyu for this.
"Where are Zhao Xiangqian and Yan Dong? Let's go, we've got work to do." After saying this, Mo Siyu strode back to the company.
He still had a lot of things to attend to; how could he have the ti to see Mr. ng?
Outside the ergency room, ng Jin anxiously waited. While signing the critical condition notice, ng Jin's hands trembled. He wasn't young anymore and had seen too much of life and death. He thought he was numb, but when his own father's life hung by a thread in the ergency room, ng Jin's heart was still filled with fear and dread.
"Brother ng, don't worry, Uncle ng will be safe," Zhou Lai rushed over after hearing the news.
"Zhou Lai." When ng Jin saw Zhou Lai, a look of loss appeared in his eyes. He had sent people to call Mo Siyu, yet Mo Siyu still hadn't shown up outside the ergency room.
Zhou Lai wanted to say sothing but stopped, not understanding why ng Jin kept sending people to invite Mo Siyu over.
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