Why was this scoundrel becoming more difficult to deal with?
Faced with Lin Yuzhe’s disappointed gaze, she chuckled nervously and said, "Who says I don’t care? I went to the hospital to ask, and they all said your older sister was fine. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid it would upset you, given your young age."
Lin Yuzhe sneered, "Really? Then tell me, when did you go to see my older sister? Which hospital is she in?"
She made it sound so real.
But wasn’t it true that after the first few days in the hospital, the older sister had actually been staying in the small villa her brother-in-law bought?
The older sister had moved into the villa several days ago, and Zhao Sulan had absolutely no clue—this showed that even if she had visited the older sister at the hospital, it would have been several days ago when she was still in danger...
Zhao Sulan didn’t even know these basic details, how could she claim she cared for her older sister?
She was just here to bluff me.
Though Zhao Sulan didn’t know Lin Yuzhe was thinking this, she was nonetheless speechless.
She had never visited Meng Chuyue even once.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about going; she felt that she would probably not be allowed to see her, and would only be mocked, going there only to bring trouble upon herself.
Yet, she hadn’t considered that some things should be done from the heart.
If she truly cared about Meng Chuyue, she wouldn’t mind being put in a difficult position; she would only care about her safety.
She gave a forced chuckle and said to Lin Yuzhe, "How about I go visit her with you now? We can buy her something on the way."
"Hmph..." Lin Yuzhe sneered, "She’s not even awake, what do you plan to buy for her? Just go, I don’t want to see you."
After saying that, Lin Yuzhe left in a huff.
After some thought, she decided to first inquire about Meng Chuyue’s condition.
She went to the hospital only to find out that Meng Chuyue had been discharged six days ago.
As for her whereabouts and current situation, the hospital had no information.
After much deliberation, she had no choice but to confront Zhao Xiaoxin.
Zhao Xiaoxin was also visiting Meng Chuyue every day.
However, since she needed to manage the Medicinal Food Hall, she could only visit after work.
Zhao Sulan successfully waited for her at the entrance of the Medicinal Food Hall.
Knowing it wouldn’t be wise to avoid Zhao Sulan, Zhao Xiaoxin approached her proactively and asked, "What are you up to now?"
Zhao Sulan stammered, "... I want to know how Chuyue is... now, and if there’s... anything I can do to help you guys?"
Zhao Xiaoxin scoffed, "My sister is doing well, she doesn’t need your concern. If we are too busy, we’ll hire servants, we don’t need you. Stop bothering us and definitely don’t get any ideas about Yuzhe, or else my brother-in-law, Uncle Han, and the Han family brothers won’t let you off."
Zhao Sulan knew Zhao Xiaoxin was referring to Han Zheng as Uncle Han and the Han family brothers as people like Han Muyang and Han Muxuan, and it dawned on her that she had made a foolish mistake.
Yes, Meng Chuyue now had so many people protecting her, what need was there for her?
The same went for Lin Yuzhe.
Even if Meng Chuyue and Zhao Xiaoxin were not around, Shen Ci and Han Zheng would help look after Lin Yuzhe.
She was not needed at all.
It was time for her fanciful dreams to end.
She needed to accept a life of ordinariness and solitude.
She felt that after the New Year, she would move.
She wouldn’t leave Imperial, but she would stay further from the Medicinal Food Hall.
Although Meng Chuyue hadn’t woken up yet, the year was still lively because Shen Ci had agreed with Han Zheng that regardless of whether Meng Chuyue woke up by the 28th day of the first month, he would proceed with the wedding as planned.
Under these circumstances, they couldn’t register for marriage, but holding a wedding ceremony was still possible.
Hearing Shen Ci’s decision had moved several women to tears.
Tong Wen, in particular, cried bitterly.
And Han Muyang had also mustered the courage to confess his feelings to Zhao Xiaoxin on the evening of the first day of the New Year.
He felt that apart from life, death, and love, everything else was trivial and could be overlooked.