Xun Xiyang was admitted to the hospital where Xu Weiji worked; because the car accident was not severe, he was quickly transferred to the general surgical ward.
Two hours after the surgery, Xun Xiyang struggled to get out of bed, and the first thing he did was to call his mother to verify all the facts. Although he had taken a wrong path, he was indeed a complete fool. His foreign dream had been shattered, and he was despised by everyone; now, he could only hide in the gutter.
Thinking of this, Xun Xiyang imdiately fled the hospital, but as he pushed open the door to leave the ward, he bumped into Xu Weiji, who was being supported by Xu Father on a walk in the corridor. They locked eyes, both taken aback, but quickly resud their respective expressions.
Xun Xiyang wanted to leave, but Xu Weiji called out to him, "The exit is on the right."
Xun Xiyang stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Xu Weiji, "You obviously hate so much yet you’re so hypocritical."
"Why should I hate you? A person who doesn’t even love their motherland, who doesn’t even know where their roots are, I just find pitiable. Not only do I not hate you, but I also wish you success in all you hope for; when you go abroad, you will understand how proud this heated land beneath your feet makes one feel, and how disappointing the foreign countries you admire are." After speaking, Xu Weiji turned to Xu Father at his side and said, "Dad, let’s go."
Xu Father nodded approvingly and supported Xu Weiji towards the hospital garden.
"If I had known, I would have gone easier; otherwise, I wouldn’t have to wait on my son like this."
"Just rember that phrase, and next ti, don’t make my ass bloom," Xu Weiji hurriedly said.
"I aid for the waist."
"That’s even worse, how important is the waist to a man?"
Xu Father: "..."
That seems to make a lot of sense indeed!
"I’ve spent a fortune to bring back a national treasure, and there will be a donation ceremony in a few days. You’ll go in my place. Rember, even as an artist, we Xu Family cannot lose our family traditions. Luckily, your company is Peak. If it were so other trashy company, I would have tied you up and thrown you into security."
"Peak is really good, isn’t it, Dad? I like it so much. If I had the chance, how great would it be to et An Lan?"
...
Having left the hospital, Xun Xiyang wasn’t ready to give up and kept calling his mother’s phone. Perhaps unable to withstand his relentless bombardnt, the woman on the other side finally answered his call.
"Hello? If you’ve got sothing to say, say it."
"Mom, after all these years, why haven’t you co back to pick up?" Xun Xiyang asked, sitting on a stone by the roadside, with the roar of cars passing by in his ears.
"Pick you up? I’m busy every day till I’m dizzy; we’ll talk about it later."
"Busy with what? Busy taking care of black people?" Xun Xiyang scoffed.
The woman on the other end fell silent; after a long pause, she admitted, "Since you already know, what’s the point of this pointless call?"
"It was you who told how great the scenery abroad is, how tall the buildings are. It was you who told that going abroad is the only way to make sothing of myself, and that you would co back for soon. But what happened?" Xun Xiyang yelled into the phone, "Don’t you know that I’ve always regarded you as my life’s goal? Mom, I’ve been waiting for you to co for ."
"If you really want to go abroad, I can arrange it. I can’t work right now anyway, and if you co over, you can find a job to ease my burden. Or, you could take care of your little brother, so I can go to work!"
"Go to hell!" Xun Xiyang roared furiously, then smashed his phone.
It’s all fake, everything is fake!
At this mont, Xun Xiyang had lost everything, just as Xu Weiji had said, not even knowing where his own roots were.
...
Thanks to the victory in this crisis PR managent, Xu Weiji received dia attention, and so third-tier brands even began to consider inviting him for endorsents. As it is known, the little artists of today often easily cause scandals, but soone like him, who had been publicly scrutinized, is indeed worry-free and safe. Moreover, with the backing of the Xu Family, this seedling couldn’t go bad. However, Sun Ling didn’t take the opportunity to secure endorsents for Xu Weiji, because she had bigger ambitions.
After settling Xu Weiji’s matter, Sun Ling took three days off to initially plan a proper date with Jing Yizhou, but a phone call from Thailand disrupted the couple’s plans again.
There was finally trouble on Sun Father’s end.
None of the transplanted triplets survived, which was expected, but this ti, it happened because Sun Father got physical with the other party, and it wasn’t just about losing the children.
"The doctors in Thailand didn’t explain very clearly, but the gist of it was that the woman felt uncomfortable and had a premonition that the pregnancy couldn’t be saved. She wanted to follow the doctor’s advice to reduce the pregnancy, but she was discovered by Mr. Sun and he chased her to the hospital. After a fierce argunt, Mr. Sun struck her head with an umbrella. Now the children are gone, and the woman is being resuscitated, with the doctors suggesting that her chances of survival are slim."
After listening to Jing Yizhou’s description, Sun Ling was silent for a long ti without speaking. Then, after a while, she said, "He’ll be sentenced, right?"
"In such a case, usually life imprisonnt. Given your dad’s temperant, he probably wants to contact you to find a lawyer. First, tell what you think, whether to save him or not?"
"Not save," Sun Ling said almost without any hesitation.
"Are we going to Thailand then?"
"No," Sun Ling was very firm.
"Should we tell mom about it?"
"I need to think about how to tell her," Sun Ling said.
She had not intended to bring up that scoundrel in front of her mother again, reopening her mother’s wounds, but so things should co to an end. So, without waiting until the end of the workday, Sun Ling drove ho with Jing Yizhou. However, as soon as they opened the door, both were shocked.
Who was the man in the middle of the living room arranging flowers with Sun Mother?
Sun Mother hadn’t expected Sun Ling and Jing Yizhou to co ho so early either and seed a bit embarrassed. She quickly introduced, "This is your Uncle Luo."
"Shaoyun, this is my daughter Sun Ling and my son-in-law Jing Yizhou."
The man, wearing a pair of frad glasses, looked scholarly and was courteous and gentle.
"Hello there," even his greetings were so refined and courteous.
For the mont, Sun Ling was too preoccupied with her father’s issue to care; she dragged her mother back to the room and asked, "What’s going on?"
"We t during a trip, hit it off well, and plus he’s also from Yancheng, so we decided to see where it goes," her mother explained.
"He’s already in the house, it doesn’t sound like you just t," Sun Ling expressed her astonishnt.
"Actually, it’s been a while, but I was thinking of waiting until things stabilized before telling you. Xiaoling, you wouldn’t... object, would you?" Sun Mother asked.
Sun Ling shook her head but seeing the sparkle in her mother’s eyes, she found it impossible to bring up that scoundrel’s deeds. She could only wait until Uncle Luo had left, and when the three family mbers were alone at ho, did Sun Ling sit her mother down and say, "Mom, I have sothing to tell you."
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