"You are a patient now, so I won’t argue with you. Let’s settle accounts when you’ve recovered," Su Yun made an excuse for herself and left the hospital room, only to see Meng Xingzhi standing just outside the door.
A trace of pallor flashed across her face as she weakly called out to Meng Xingzhi, "Xingzhi..."
"Uh-huh!" Meng Xingzhi nodded, his eyes calm and wise. "You should go back first! It’s fine with the aunt here, don’t overwork yourself!"
Su Yun’s heart skipped a beat, she had a very bad premonition; although Xingzhi had never looked at her with deep love before, he certainly had never been this composed.
Yes! Although Meng Xingzhi’s attitude towards her was still the same as before, his gaze had changed. It became something that panicked Su Yun, something that made her tremble with fear.
"Did you hear what Xingzhi just said? Are you angry?" she carefully asked.
Meng Xingzhi patted Su Yun on the shoulder, comforting her, "I heard it, but I’m not angry. You’re right, Meng Ping is also right."
"Then will you support me? Will you love me forever?" Su Yun could no longer care about her position as the head of Qianjin Dance Troupe; she weakly leaned into Meng Xingzhi’s broad embrace.
Meng Xingzhi sighed but said nothing.
"Xingzhi, can you move back in? I’m so lonely living alone in such a big house. It was my fault before, I was too willful; from now on, I’ll do anything you say."
"You should go back and rest first! I’ll have my assistant send my things back."
"Okay! I’ll go back now and tidy up the house." Su Yun left, beaming with joy.
Meng Xingzhi stood at the doorway of the hospital room, his expression complex. He knew his own influence on Su Yun; if he spoke up, it would be easy to change her mind. But he wouldn’t take the initiative. Regarding the matter of his biological daughter, he wouldn’t obstruct, nor would he fully support.
Being a President and also a man, his wife had suddenly revealed that over a decade ago, she had left an illegitimate daughter in the countryside, who was now his subordinate.
For a man, that was definitely not a pleasant situation. If it weren’t for his great temperament, Meng Xingzhi couldn’t have remained calm. He sympathized with Sheng Ning; he was pleased with the decisions of the Su Family, and even if Su Yun wanted to bring Sheng Ning back to the Meng Family, he wouldn’t object.
After all, she was his wife’s biological daughter, which bound him with inescapable responsibilities.
But to personally persuade his wife to be nicer, warmer, and more loving to her daughter, he indeed couldn’t do it. Especially since this daughter had such a great impact on his son.
"Dad, are you not coming in? How long do you plan to stand at the door?" Meng Ping’s feeble voice came from inside the room.
Meng Xingzhi opened the door and walked in.
"Feeling any better? How does it feel to convalesce for a year?" Meng Xingzhi sat down on the chair by the bed.
"Not good!" Meng Ping’s voice was muffled, clearly in a terrible mood.
The news of his hospitalization was completely sealed off; even the little fat man couldn’t come to see him, and he was cut off from the outside world. He had wanted to ask Su Yun, but she was here every day, and with her attitude towards her biological daughter, it was pointless to ask her anything.
"How is Sheng Ning?" asked Meng Ping expressionlessly.
"What?" Meng Ping urgently tried to sit up, aggravating his rib injury, pain tearing through him, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. "Hiss..."