Leng Lingxiao got the message and understood it immediately, delaying his time to bring food to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Tang Xiaowan, completely clueless, carried the insulated food container, trailing behind Leng Lingxiao and bombarding him with questions, "Hey, Huahua, hurry up! Everything’s packed, why aren’t we leaving yet?"
"I have a bit of a stomach ache, need to use the restroom."
In fact, Leng Lingxiao wasn’t afraid of Li Zishen—he had never feared anyone. He simply didn’t want to give Li Zishen a chance to interact with Tang Xiaowan.
To stay away from the Leng Family was to stay away from danger!
Of course, this included the inherent possessiveness that came with being a man.
Time ticked by until Leng Lingxiao received another message from Wang Jinhui, saying Li Zishen had left the hospital room. Only then did Leng Lingxiao leisurely emerge from the restroom.
Tang Xiaowan asked with concern, "Is it because you’ve been running between your house, my house, and the hospital these past few days? Are you tired, a bit constipated?"
That question made Leng Lingxiao burst out laughing.
"What’s so funny about what I said? Why are you laughing?"
"Right, very right. Remember to make me a bowl of poached egg noodles when we get back after delivering the food. I always feel better after eating the noodles you make, haha."
Tang Xiaowan nodded, half-convinced.
Elsewhere, Nanfeng Mansion was immersed in a mixed atmosphere of joy and sorrow.
Wang Junchen had returned from Country Y.
No sooner had he stepped into Nanfeng Mansion than the butler greeted him, bowing respectfully and leading the way.
"Young Master, you’re finally back. Quite a few things have happened at home since you left." The butler said with a smile, mixing in sighs as he recounted recent events to Wang Junchen.
Wang Junchen nodded slightly, motioning for the butler to continue. It had been half a year since his last visit.
"The old man has been at the hospital recently, taking care of an elderly woman who just moved into 66 Chunlei Street." The butler said with profound implication, also mingling his words with sighs.
"Chunlei Street, 66?"
"Yes, the old man sold that property, I believe it was during springtime."
"Well... Young Master, the old man has quite a few properties, so I only found out a few days ago myself."
After hearing the butler’s words, Wang Junchen frowned, and anger suddenly flared up in his heart. He coldly asked, "What’s that old lady’s name, and why the hell is he taking care of her at the hospital?"
Seeing Wang Junchen’s serious expression, the butler felt a little uneasy and cautiously answered, "She’s from Qingcheng, her name is Tang Mei. It seems the old man has a good relationship with her. He has been at the hospital these past few days, claiming she fainted from hypoglycemia and he happened to come across her."
As the words fell, Wang Junchen’s mouth twitched slightly, then he coldly remarked, "What a coincidence!"
The butler, noting Wang Junchen’s somber expression, felt a tinge of worry about a possible issue arising and hurriedly explained, "Young Master, don’t worry too much. The old man has always been kind-hearted. Perhaps it’s just sympathy for her, so he..."
"Prepare something to eat, I’m hungry."
Immediately, the butler hurried off, but Wang Junchen was getting more and more irate, and in a fit of anger, grabbed his phone.
The call was quickly answered, and Wang Jinhui’s gentle voice came from the other end, "Junchen, have you arrived home? Have you eaten yet?"
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"An old friend fell ill, I’m at the hospital taking care of her, keeping her company."
"Is it an old lady? I heard she’s about as old as you, and she even bought our house on Chunlei Street? Are you planning to keep a matriarch at home to look after?" Wang Junchen said in annoyance.
"Look at you, kid, what nonsense are you spouting? Tang Mei is a very tasteful lady. You’ll know once you meet her."
"Dad, I’m not a three-year-old child. Over the years, how many have you brought home? Each one chosen because they look like Mom. If not ten, then there are at least seven or eight."
The conflict between Wang Junchen and his father, Wang Jinhui, had been brewing for a long time.
years ago, a headstrong Wang Junchen insisted on marrying the destitute Ye Wanhua. Wang Jinhui, convinced that Ye Wanhua knew nothing and had an unclear background, feared she was out to scam them for money, so he vehemently opposed their union.
Hence, the couple settled in Country Y.
Despite having left Huang City, Wang Junchen still harbored resentment toward his father. Learning upon his return from Country Y that his father was actually in the hospital caring for an old lady infuriated him further, feeling it a disservice to his deceased mother.
Thus, when Wang Junchen furiously called his father, he was utterly oblivious to the repulsiveness of his tone.
"Junchen, I hope you can show some respect for your dad. Your mother... actually, Ms. Tang Mei is also very excellent. I’ll introduce you to her when I get a chance."
"Fine, then can Ah Hua come back?" Wang Junchen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Dad said in the past years, he has already accepted her as his daughter-in-law. She can come back anytime. Nanfeng Mansion’s doors are always open to her."
"But you never said it yourself."
"Alright, I’ll make the call later."
"You’d better keep your word."
Wang Junchen hung up the phone furiously, feeling a sense of injustice for his wife and mother.
After pacing back and forth, he sat down on the sofa with furrowed brows, feeling he should do something to prevent what might happen.
At that moment, the butler came in with refreshments, lowering his voice to say, "Young Master, in truth, the Old Master has had it tough these years too, and his health isn’t what it used to be."
Wang Junchen took a sip of tea and then waved his hand, indicating he wanted to be alone for a while.
As a son, he knew all too well how much effort his father had put into the company over the years. Yet despite this, he still couldn’t accept his father’s absurd actions.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
Wang Junchen picked it up; it was his wife Ye Wanhua calling from Country Y.
"Ah Jun, out of the blue, Dad called me and said to return to the country immediately and book a flight back to Huang City right now."
"Unexpectedly, he did make the call!" A trace of comfort crossed Wang Junchen’s mind.
"Yeah, Dad was very gentle this time. I feel like he has changed a lot. I’m so happy, really happy," said Ye Wanhua tenderly.
Wang Junchen felt a surge of emotion.
He acknowledged that he’d always been harsh to his father. In fact, he understood that his father’s opposition to their marriage was for his best interest.
Now that his father had changed, he should let go of the resentment in his heart and choose reconciliation.
But the thought that this change was brought about by the affair with Tang Mei immediately made him furrow his brows again, convinced that his father wasn’t truly accepting his wife sincerely.
"Ah Hua, book the earliest flight."
"Tomorrow, I guess. There’s some stuff to take care of at the company. As soon as I’m done, I’ll come back."
"Put the other things aside for now. There’s a charity gala at the Jiang Family at six o’clock tomorrow evening. I want to take you with me, so... book the flight now."
"Oh, okay," said Ye Wanhua with a frown.
After hanging up, Wang Junchen felt a mix of emotions, and he silently swore that this time he would make up for all his wife’s disappointments.