"Oh! This was sent over by Su Huai’an," Xu Qigang said with casual indifference.
Sheng Ning’s expression on her face slightly froze because it was Living Yama who brought it to her, and she couldn’t bear to speak ill of it.
"I think Su Huai’an isn’t bad, and it’s definitely better than the food from the canteen, so I accepted it."
Sheng Ning thought for a moment and then gave Xu Qigang a sweet smile, "You’re right! Why refuse something that’s free?" Su Huai’an is Su Huai’an; he has never harmed me from beginning to end, so why should I keep him at an arm’s length?
At worst, I’ll just owe him a favor to repay later.
A faint smile flashed across the bottom of Xu Qigang’s eyes as he held the bowl and fed her personally.
Recently, with the frequent visits from the President, this place had also been on high alert, and Su Yun had stayed constantly by Meng Ping’s bedside for the past few days. If it had been before, she would have certainly been concerned and inquired about his well-being, but she wouldn’t have stayed by his side all the time.
She was clear on the true reason in her heart.
She was avoiding something.
"You don’t need to stay with me every day," Meng Ping said weakly, his eyes hollow as he gazed at the ceiling. "You should go see your own daughter."
Su Yun fell silent for a long while before finally saying, "Don’t talk like that. You need to take care of yourself. The Meng Family only has one boy left; you can’t have any more accidents."
"Why did my brother have to die instead of me? I wish it had been me who had been left behind," Meng Ping had often thought this, but he held back from saying it so as not to sadden his father and grandfather.
Today, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Su Yun was shocked and hastily scolded him, "Stop saying nonsense, and be careful or your father will beat you."
Meng Xingzhi was the President, with immense power, yet he rarely behaved like those country bumpkins who would curse or smash things at the slightest provocation.
His temperament and cultivation were so refined that they didn’t seem crude at all. But no one dared to challenge his authority just because he was cultivated; after all, becoming the President didn’t solely rely on his ancestry’s honor.
This was something that Meng Fan had fully inherited as his forte, but unfortunately, Meng Ping hadn’t; he had always loved to fight since he was a child, and his ribs had been broken not once or twice. Frequent fractures had led to habitual rib fractures, so this time, breaking five ribs was particularly dangerous.
The doctor said that Meng Ping had to rest for a solid year this time, or the future complications would be even more severe.
"You! Can’t you be a little more careful? With the power of the Meng Family, what could you possibly want for?" Su Yun didn’t finish her sentence, but Meng Ping heard the disdain in her heart.
It was disdain for her own biological daughter.
Meng Ping’s lips curled into a cold smirk; he glanced sarcastically at Su Yun and said coldly, "You can go back! I don’t want to see you again."
Su Yun trembled, staring at him in disbelief, "Meng Ping, I am your mother; I truly have your best interests at heart. Is this how you talk to me?"
"Don’t you think you’re being ridiculous?"
Su Yun, not to be outdone, surely knew where the animosity from her stepson came from, "Don’t you think you are being ridiculous too?"
"I know!" Meng Ping replied unabashedly, and then retorted, "But you don’t, so you’re even more ridiculous than I am."
Su Yun’s face turned red and then white, as she struggled to suppress her temper, not letting herself explode in anger on the spot. This was her stepson, Xingzhi’s only son, the hope of the Meng Family, and the child she had cherished since he was young.
So she had to endure.