Zhao Qingya let out a sigh, "Fine, I’ll give you the medical expenses. Bring me the bill."
After settling the medical bills, Zhao Qingya packed her bags and went for a check-up at a large hospital.
She was eager to know whether she really didn’t have stomach cancer. If that was the case, she decided to find a quiet place to live well, no longer entangling herself with any issues.
Three days later, Zhao Qingya left Imperial City in high spirits.
For the past few days, she had undergone three full-body check-ups, and the results indicated that she had neither stomach cancer nor any other illnesses. Just like the nurses said, she was very lucky.
To continue this good fortune, she knew she had to live life well.
Zhao Qingya thought so too and decided to steer clear of Hai City, Imperial City, and the south where Zhao Sulan resided. She wanted to find a safe, quiet place to live a good life, untangled from worldly affairs.
Meng Chuyue and the others knew that even if Han Jin would be willing to let it go, Han Muchuan wouldn’t.
However, it was good to have some peace for a while.
But this peace only lasted a little over two months. One night in late October, Meng Chuyue suddenly received a tearful phone call from Meng Yajun.
This was the first time Meng Chuyue had ever heard Meng Yajun cry.
She couldn’t help but speculate wildly, but dared not guess aloud. With concern, she asked, "What happened?"
"I, I accidentally killed Gu Xiaoling, Chuyue, what should I do?"
After it happened, Meng Yajun had thought about running away, but he knew there would be no good days for him if he did that. Realizing it was a case of self-defense, and considering Lin Muyun’s fierce litigation, he decided to seek help from Meng Chuyue.
Meng Chuyue narrowed her eyes and asked urgently, "Is she not breathing anymore?"
"She is still breathing, but she’s lost a lot of blood. Probably can’t be saved."
If there was a chance of saving her, he would have called an ambulance already.
"As long as there’s still breath, it’s good. Meng Yajun, listen, as long as she’s breathing, I can save her. So, try to keep her alive until I get there. Also, I will have Erhu deliver a pill to her first, make sure she takes it immediately."
Meng Chuyue had just finished speaking when Meng Yajun realized Erhu had already arrived in front of him, with a small green pill in his mouth.
However, Erhu didn’t give the pill to him but directly fed it to Gu Xiaoling.
At the same time, the large bleeding wound on Gu Xiaoling’s chest immediately stopped bleeding.
It seemed Meng Chuyue really could save Gu Xiaoling.
Meng Yajun kept the call with Meng Chuyue ongoing.
Meng Yajun knew Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci were rushing over quickly.
And Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci also knew: Gu Xiaoling hadn’t died yet.
Meng Yajun was still very lucky.
Before Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci arrived, Gu Xiaoling kept breathing.
On the way, Meng Chuyue had already prepared Spiritual Bird Blood, and upon seeing Gu Xiaoling, she reached toward her mouth and fed her the Spiritual Bird Blood, successfully saving her life.
At the moment, Meng Chuyue, Han Zheng, and Shen Ci were completely unaware of their objective, found it a bit strange, but weren’t worried. After hesitating for a moment, they agreed.
Shen Ci even said, "You guys go talk in the upstairs study. I’ll stay here and make sure no one goes up."
Hearing that Shen Ci wouldn’t be coming up, both Han Muchuan and Han Jin were overjoyed.
One less person to fear, good.
The four headed to the study, and Han Muchuan immediately tossed a stack of photos onto the coffee table in front of everyone.
After looking at them, Meng Chuyue and Han Zheng were full of confusion.
Meng Chuyue, "What does this mean?"
What does this mean, from before?
Han Zheng, "Where did these photos come from?"
Han Muchuan sneered, "I took them myself. What it means... is that I’ve always suspected that Chuyue obtained the inherited Mustard Space. Otherwise, explain how uncle and the three babies can keep disappearing and suddenly appearing?"