Chapter 111: 0111 Yaosang Qianyue
“This wretch, does she even have any respect for her elders anymore?”
Su Xinyan bit her lip, her delicate face filled with worry and grievance.
“Grandma, what if my sister doesn’t attend tomorrow?”
A cunning gleam flickered in Wen Peipei’s shrewd eyes.
“She dares not, she must go whether she wants to or not.”
“But… what if my sister doesn’t want to cooperate…”
Wen Peipei snorted lightly, her face a picture of slyness and intrigue.
“I naturally have ways to make her cooperate.”
Hearing this, a smile gradually spread across Su Xinyan’s lips, a triumphant glee shining in her beautiful eyes.
After leaving the restaurant, Su Ran had lost her appetite for food.
She looked up at the clear blue sky, her exquisite and cold face devoid of warmth or expression.
In the end, she didn’t return to the company but instead drove toward the suburbs.
Half an hour later, she stopped at a quiet and serene hospital.
After parking the car, Su Ran made her way to a certain hospital room as if it were familiar territory.
But she didn’t hurry inside; instead, her tall, slender figure leaned against the wall, head bowed, unlike her usual bright and willful demeanor—all trace of that spirit had vanished.
Her starry eyes were empty, like a child unsure of the way home and at a loss.
Time passed, and gradually, the expression on her face softened. She shook her head, regaining her usual composure.
Standing outside the door, Su Ran placed her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and with a “creak”, opened the door.
The hospital room was clean and tidy, with a faint scent of lilies lingering in the air. Apart from the “beep, beep, beep” of the heart monitor, the spacious room was eerily silent.
She stood at the doorway for a long moment before slowly stepping inside, her mood growing heavier with each step, her slender frame trembling slightly.
She approached the bed, where a very beautiful woman lay.
Even with her pale complexion, her beauty was undeniable; her features, delicate and similar to Su Ran’s, were gentle and soft, clearly belonging to a woman of elegance and grace.
The woman was none other than Su Ran’s mother—
Seeing Su Ran enter, the caregiver immediately greeted her.
“Aunt Wang, thank you for everything you’ve done.”
“Miss Su, you’re too polite; it’s my duty.”
Su Ran looked at Aunt Wang with gratitude.
“Aunt Wang, I’d like to spend some time alone with my mother.”
Aunt Wang nodded, stepped out, and closed the door behind her.
Su Ran sat down beside the bed, pressing the woman’s hand to her cheek.
“Mom, I’m sorry I haven’t visited you for so long.”
Su Ran’s gaze was tender and her face wore a faint smile.
“I didn’t mean to stay away. I was afraid that if I came, you would blame me.”
“Mom, I called off my engagement with Gu Heng. Do you remember Su Xinyan, the daughter of Tan Lirong? She’s with Gu Heng now.”
“You previously arranged this marriage, and I shouldn’t have disobeyed, but matters of the heart can’t be forced. You would respect my decision, right?”
“But don’t worry, your daughter isn’t a pushover. I was the one who called off the wedding, and I gave them a piece of my mind. Wasn’t that quite like you back in the day?”
Su Ran’s cool voice trembled slightly as her delicate cheek rubbed against her mother’s hand, and she continued:
“I’ve managed Qianran International very well; it’s grown to more than double its size. Isn’t your daughter capable?”