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

Yan Tingsong took the information, his eyes darkened a bit, "Wedding invitations will be sent out as usual, and these information will be handed over to the police."

After getting into the car, Yan Tingsong told the driver to go to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, he did not go to Mrs. Yan's ward, but went to the door of Sun Haiquan's ward.

After these days of recuperation, Sun Haiquan has regained consciousness and been transferred out of the intensive care unit, but he is still enduring the pain of burns every moment, even though Shen Meiling found the best burn specialist for him.

The bodyguards saw Yan Tingsong and stopped him.

Sun Haiquan saw him through the glass, his eyes moved, and he gave some instructions to the people around him.

The bodyguard walked out of the ward and opened the door for Yan Tingsong.

Yan Tingsong walked into the ward and looked at the man with a lot of gauze wrapped around his body, with a cold expression, "It's really a pity that you're not dead."

"Yantingsong, haven't you ever felt the slightest bit sorry for Xiaoling in all these years?" Sun Haiquan leaned on the hospital bed, enduring the pain.

"Does she need my apology?" Yan Tingsong smiled sarcastically, "She is just unwilling to lose to Qinghe, so she will use any means to destroy her."

"Even if it was Xiaoling who arranged for her to get there, she later provoked Qi Guangkai on her own, and it had nothing to do with Xiaoling."

Yan Tingsong walked to the hospital bed, took out a photo and threw it to him.

The photo shows a group photo of Sun Haiquan and Qi Guangkai.

"You should know better than me what kind of person Qi Guangkai is." Yan Tingsong looked indifferent, "Manager Sun will probably not deal with such a person for no reason."

He sneered, "So, even if you are really burned to death, it will not be unfair."

Sun Haiquan already understood that Yan Tingsong would not kill Shen Meiling if he did not have definite evidence.

The ward door was suddenly opened.

Shen Meiling walked in and saw Yan Tingsong, her eyes filled with resentment, "What are you doing here?"

"Shen Meiling, don't think that I don't know the little tricks you are playing behind your back." Yan Tingsong looked at her with cold eyes, "The old lady is old and can't stand the stimulation. Please stay away from her in the future. "

"Yan Tingsong, do you know why your mother fainted?" Shen Meiling smiled sarcastically, "At the beginning, she knew that Song Qinghe was in the club, but she chose to turn a blind eye. She even went to you specifically for the sake of our family harmony. Conceal Song Qinghe’s whereabouts.”

Yan Tingsong's eyes darkened.

"I just told her what happened to Song Qinghe and where Yu Wei came from. She couldn't stand the excitement and fainted."

Shen Meiling asked calmly: "Do you still want her to be safe now?"

She continued to sarcastically say, "Don't you want to kill everyone?"

"Shen Meiling, since you don't want to stop here, then I'll help you. For Wenzhou's sake, I won't take your life." Yan Tingsong looked indifferent, "But I will only leave you this It’s just one life.”

Yan Tingsong stopped looking at her and left the ward.

Shen Meiling looked at his indifferent back, with only endless hatred in her chest.

She came back to her senses, walked to Sun Haiquan, held his hand, "Hai Quan, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

"Xiaoling, stop it." Sun Haiquan endured the pain and looked at her distressedly, "You have been tortured by hatred for too long. Wenzhou has given you a way to start over. Let go of all the hatred. , live a good life.”

Thinking of Yan Wenzhou, Shen Meiling's eyes moved.

"He wants to kill me for Song Qinghe, how can I endure it? My son has been so good since he was a child, but he has never received any fatherly love from him, and he was killed by him in the end!"

Shen Meiling sneered, "He has been obsessed with Song Qinghe for so many years and failed me and Wenzhou for so many years. Why should I let him get his wish?"

Sun Haiquan looked at the hatred in her eyes and held her hand tightly, "Xiao Ling, there are some things that cannot be forced."

Shen Meiling came back to her senses and looked at him with a smile, "Hai Quan, I have contacted foreign experts for you. I will arrange for you to go abroad for treatment soon. You will definitely recover as before."

"Xiao Ling, I will do anything for you. I just hope you can be happy." Sun Haiquan looked at her tenderly, "Because I love you."

Meeting his tender gaze, Shen Meiling felt a rare relaxation. She buried her face in his hands, tears sliding down his fingers, "I know."

She knew that he went for a sterilization after the two had sex for the first time.

Sun Haiquan stretched out his other burned hand and gently stroked her hair, "But I have done so many things for you, but you are still unhappy. Maybe you were wrong from the beginning."

Yu Wei stayed in Song Qinghe's room all night and prepared breakfast for her in the morning.

The nurse pushed Song Qinghe downstairs. Seeing Yu Wei, Song Qinghe's eyes lit up instantly, "Weiwei, why are you here?"

Yu Wei looked at her with a smile, "You have to eat all the love breakfast, don't waste it."

Seeing the smile on her face, Song Qinghe was also in a good mood.

The two sat at the dining table and had breakfast together.

Yu Wei chatted with her about interesting things about going up the mountain to collect herbs. Song Qinghe listened attentively and finished breakfast without realizing it.

"When you feel better, come with me to the mountains to collect herbs." Yu Wei looked at her with a smile, "The air in the mountains is very fresh."

Song Qinghe's eyes were gentle, "Okay."

"I saw a lot of manuscripts in your room. Are they all clothes you designed?"

Song Qinghe nodded, "Draw whatever you want."

"How about we prepare a fashion show?" Yu Wei's eyes were bright, "I will be your model."

Song Qinghe coughed a few times, "Why do you think of preparing for a fashion show?"

Yu Wei stood up, walked behind her, and patted her back gently, "Because I want everyone to remember that you are the fashion designer Song Qinghe."

Yu Wei leaned over to her, "Let's prepare together, okay?"

Song Qinghe gently stroked her cheek, "Okay."

After breakfast, Yu Wei went to the hospital again, but did not see Yan Tingsong.

Mrs. Yan's condition was better than yesterday, but she was still in a coma most of the time. Yu Wei helped her with acupuncture and fed her medicine.

I left the hospital in the evening.

Meng Zhiyao called her and said that Mr. Meng wanted to see her.

Yu Wei thought that she really should help Mr. Meng review the examination, so she bought supplements on the way and went to the Meng family's old house.

A piece of news popped up on her phone, and Yu Wei clicked on it - the person in charge of the Shen Group was suspected of hiring a murderer, and the relevant personnel were taken away for investigation.

"Weiwei." Meng Zhiyao's voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Yu Wei came to her senses and walked into the living room.

"Grandpa is waiting for you in the chess room. I'll help you make tea."

Yu Wei put her things aside and went upstairs. She knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She pushed the door open, but before she could recover, she was pulled in, pressed against the door panel, and kissed on the lips.