"Continue to investigate, follow these two women and see who they are in contact with!"
The voice was not as gentle and elegant as usual, but rather deep and sharp like a bottomless abyss!
"Yes, Young Master!" Ping’an responded, cautiously glancing at the Young Madam who was still asleep on the hospital bed. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Young Master, Mr. Xiahou is here."
Hearing this, Xing Chen’s spine stiffened abruptly.
He had intended to go see him, but unexpectedly, he came first.
"Hmm, I’ll be down right away."
Listening to Xing Chen’s words, Ping’an’s heart relaxed a bit. He turned around and left the room first.
After Ping’an left, Xing Chen gently put Ran Xiangsi’s hand back under the blanket, meticulously tucked in every corner, and gazed at her for a long time before turning to go downstairs.
The house is very safe, she should rest a little longer.
Quickly walking downstairs, he indeed saw Xiahou Xiuyun chatting with a man in a black jacket sitting on the sofa.
"Chunyi, how’s your father recently? As his younger sister, I came back but didn’t see him first. He wouldn’t be angry, would he?" Xiahou Xiuyun seemed a bit anxious. Back then, she insisted on marrying into the Wilson family, which her father opposed.
Over the years, Xiahou Xiuyun didn’t dare return home easily.
If it weren’t for Xiangsi, she wouldn’t have called her elder brother for help.
The man in the black jacket was quite handsome; perhaps growing up in a political family, he carried a scholarly aura.
There was always a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, polite and amiable. "Aunt, don’t worry. My father’s health has always been good. Recently, he’s been missing you and talking about you a lot."
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Xiahou Xiuyun, seeing her son approaching, tactfully stood up, "You brothers have a good chat. I’ll go check on Xiangsi. This child has suffered..."
After speaking, she went upstairs.
A moment of tears flashed in her eyes as she passed by Xing Chen.
Xing Chen knew his mother had missed home over these years.
If she hadn’t eloped with his father back then, she wouldn’t have been banished by his grandfather.
All these years, she too had no home to return to...
Fortunately, Xiahou Chunyi was fond of Xiahou Xiuyun and had a good relationship with Xing Chen.
The two brothers were only three years apart and had always been close since childhood.
Withdrawing his gaze, Xing Chen walked over, sitting opposite Xiahou Chunyi. The two brothers exchanged a look, many emotions flowing between them.
"Thank you for tonight," Xing Chen spoke first, knowing the helicopter following him tonight was Xiahou Chunyi’s arrangement.
However, this time, Xiahou Chunyi shook his head, "That was my father’s doing. I heard Aunt called him for help. It seems my aunt is quite pleased with her daughter-in-law, enough to bow to her long-estranged elder brother for her..."
Xiahou Chunyi was older than Xing Chen, and they weren’t outsiders, so he spoke more casually.
Hearing this, Xing Chen realized it was his mother’s help after all.
After a moment of silence, he didn’t bring up the matter again, instead asking, "There isn’t much time left before the presidential election, is Lou Zhaonian within your sphere of influence?"
Ran Xiangsi’s accident this time, Lou Xinyu played a key role.
Xing Chen naturally wouldn’t let her off easily.