Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Song Qinghe apologized: "Tingsong, don't ask anymore, okay? I'm sorry for you. I've been a drag on you all these years."

"At least give me a reason!" Yan Tingsong's face turned pale, "We have been waiting for so many years, why do you give up at this time? Don't lie to me!"

"Although we are not married, I have been very happy during the years I have been with you."

Song Qinghe looked at him tenderly, tears sliding down her cheeks, "Even if you let me die now, I have no regrets."

Yan Tingsong has calmed down, "We have persisted for so many years, and I can finally give you an upright identity. Now that you tell me that you have no regrets, do you think I will believe it?"

Yan Tingsong let go of her, "Who have you seen these days?"

Song Qinghe shook his head, "Don't ask any more questions, okay?"

Before, she was happily preparing for the wedding. What happened to make her change her mind?

Yan Tingsong suddenly stood up and strode out of the room. Song Qinghe hurriedly stood up and followed him anxiously.

"Gauri!"

Yan Tingsong walked to the door and said, "Bring me the surveillance system of the villa these days. Don't let go of any corner. Check everyone who has been in the villa for me one by one!"

Song Qinghe chased after him, "Tingsong..."

"If you don't tell me, I won't force you. I'll find the reason myself!"

Song Qinghe's face turned extremely pale, "Tingsong, please don't be like this, okay? Without a wedding, haven't we been living very well these years?"

Gao Li was ordered to take people to investigate.

Yan Tingsong's face was very serious, "Qinghe, I want you to be my wife upright, not..."

She remained a shady mistress until her death.

"I don't mind, I really don't mind."

He spoke so urgently that Song Qinghe couldn't help but cough violently.

Yu Wei was sitting in the side hall waiting, and when she heard the noise, she came out. When she saw Song Qinghe coughing more and more violently, her face darkened and she walked over quickly.

Song Qinghe suddenly felt weak and fell down. Fortunately, Yan Tingsong took her into his arms in time.

The blood receded from her face, Song Qinghe looked painful and could not speak a word.

When Yan Tingsong saw her like this, he trembled with fear, "Qinghe! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Yu Wei walked to Song Qinghe, checked her condition, decisively took out the acupuncture bag, and pricked a few acupuncture points. Song Qinghe's expression softened a little.

Yu Wei said calmly: "She needs oxygen and medication immediately."

People from the medical team also gathered around.

Song Qinghe suddenly held Yu Wei's hand.

Yan Tingsong thought that Song Qinghe trusted Yu Wei, and said hurriedly: "Qinghe, don't worry, Yu Wei is here, you will be fine."

The villa had complete medical facilities, and Song Qinghe was quickly pushed into the treatment room.

Because she kept holding Yu Wei's hand, Yu Wei had to stay with her.

By the time her condition calmed down, it was already past three o'clock in the morning. Yu Wei was very sleepy and finally withdrew her hand.

She walked out of the treatment room, and Yan Tingsong was waiting for her outside the door, looking exhausted, "When will she wake up?"

"Although she is temporarily out of danger, her condition is not optimistic." Yu Wei walked aside, "It is still unknown whether she can wake up."

"How did she become like this?" Yan Tingsong became a little emotional, "Didn't you say at least two years?"

"Mr. Yan, according to conventional treatment, I can indeed guarantee two years." Yu Wei's voice showed a bit of helplessness, "But for this kind of patient, the emotional ups and downs may lead to accidents."

Yan Tingsong's figure swayed, and he leaned against the wall. He even began to wonder if he was wrong from the beginning.

If she hadn't met him, wouldn't she have experienced all this?

"Before Qinghe wakes up, I hope you can guard her in the villa."

Song Qinghe's situation has indeed not stabilized yet. Yu Wei nodded, "Don't worry, I will stay by her side until she is completely out of danger."

Things in the villa were quickly removed.

A controversial wedding was quietly canceled.

The news that Song Qinghe fell into coma spread from the villa before dawn.

Yanshi Group.

When Yan Wenzhou heard the news, his eyes darkened, "How is she doing?"

Li Wan replied respectfully: "You are out of danger for the time being, but you are still in a deep coma, not sure when you will wake up?"

After a pause, Li Wan continued: "Miss Yu has been staying in the villa from last night to now."

Yan Wenzhou stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sun that had just risen outside.

She always said that he didn't care about her feelings. Now, what should he do?

The orange-red light fell on him, making him look a little lonely again.

Yu Wei slept for a while in the room next to the treatment room and was woken up by the sound downstairs.

In the living room downstairs.

Shen Meiling was followed by Sun Haiquan and more than a dozen bodyguards.

She looked at the man in front of her with a smile, "Why, you are holding a wedding today, and I will give you a wedding gift. Don't you welcome me?"

Sun Haiquan put the gift box in his hand on the coffee table.

"I chose the wedding gift specially for you." Shen Meiling said with sarcasm, "There are not many ex-wives as generous as me. Yan Tingsong, where is your bride?"

Yan Tingsong's face was gloomy.

Shen Meiling sneered, "I heard that the illness was serious this time, but I'm fine now. Anyway, the invitations have been sent out, so the wedding will be turned into a funeral to save relatives and friends from having to make another trip."

"Shut up!" Yan Tingsong said with a sullen face, "Shen Meiling, your methods are getting more and more despicable!"

"My methods are so bad? How can your methods be so good?" Shen Meiling sat on the sofa gracefully, "You tried so hard to divorce me, so what?"

Shen Meiling smiled proudly, "Don't she pride herself on being noble and proud? What's the result? She hasn't been a mistress by your side for so many years like a wretch!"

Yan Tingsong clenched his palms tightly and said, "Get out of here!"

"She won't be able to live for more than a few days like this." Shen Meiling said slowly, "Yantingsong, you said that when she dies in the future, what should be written on her tombstone? Is it the tomb of Yantingsong's mistress?"

There was an eerie silence in the living room.

Yan Tingsong looked at Shen Meiling coldly, as if looking at a stranger.

Shen Meiling looked at him not to be outdone.

Gao Li brought a maid over. The woman looked to be in her thirties and had been working in the villa for more than two years.

The woman's eyes dodge, and when she sees Sun Haiquan behind Shen Meiling, she kneels directly on the ground, "Mr. Yan, he was the one who gave me something yesterday and asked me to hand it over to Madam. I really don't know what's inside."

All we know is that Song Qinghe cut all the wedding dresses into pieces shortly after seeing what was inside.

Yan Tingsong looked at Shen Meiling indifferently, "What did you give Qinghe?"

Shen Meiling smiled and said, "Yan Tingsong, what does she care about most in this world?"

Yan Tingsong's expression paused, "Have you found the child?"