CHAPTER 434: CHAPTER 434: CAN YOU COUNT?

"Sister Qing, this is just an accident, I’m fine, don’t worry," Tang Yue gratefully looked at Bai Qing, who despite caught a cold, still rushed over swiftly. She said: "Sister Qing, since we are already at the hospital, why don’t you get some medicine and have a check-up?"

Mo Siyu finally had some free time after being busy for a long period, and it was already midnight. He pulled out a locked drawer from his desk and retrieved a document from the bottom; it was something he had found a while back, conspicuously about Meng Yanzhi’s affair.

Within it, there was everything about how Meng Yanzhi caused the death of Yu Zhaodi’s father and then got someone else to take the blame. There were even statements from the person who was framed.

He had been busy these days, and moreover, with just this evidence alone, it wasn’t enough to get Meng Yanzhi in trouble. Therefore, Mo Siyu had been holding onto it, but after today’s event, he, Mo Siyu, would not let it go just like that.

Meng Family, Mr. Meng.

The ancestors of the Meng family were high-ranking officials, who also suffered a bit during those chaotic years. Later on, Mr. Meng expanded and strengthened the family business significantly, and he was truly a marvel in business affairs. The current state of the Meng family was all thanks to Mr. Meng.

Mo Siyu respected Mr. Meng; if not for Meng Yanzhi’s excessive actions, Mo Siyu would not have resorted to such measures.

During the night, still and silent, Mo Siyu organized all the materials again, made several phone calls, and finally, his gaze settled on Meng Jin’s information. After a long while, he carefully preserved the materials meticulously.

Hospital.

Tang Yue had changed into fresh clothes and was sitting by the bed feeding Lian Qingyang porridge. She blew on it gently before asking, "Have some porridge now, and I’ll make you some nutritious soup tomorrow."

"Sister Xiao Yue, I want to eat the braised pork ribs you make," Lian Qingyang cooed at Tang Yue. After being injured, Tang Yue seemed to treat him differently.

Before, it seemed he had to pester her helplessly for her to let him stick around. But now, Tang Yue genuinely treated him like a younger brother.

"Okay," Tang Yue responded, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and handed it forward.

Lian Qingyang took a sip of the porridge and then said, "I also want to drink duck soup, the kind made with an old duck."

He had tasted it before and had been longing for it ever since.

"Okay," Tang Yue responded cheerily, not waiting for Lian Qingyang to continue speaking. She said, "Let’s talk about what you want to eat tomorrow. Finish this porridge today. Is there any discomfort in your leg?"

Tang Yue’s concern was unmistakable.

"There isn’t. Sister Xiao Yue, I’m not a girl, not so delicate," Lian Qingyang said, grinning cheerfully.

Their interaction that followed was relaxed and enjoyable. Yu Zhaodi, standing at the door in clean clothes with her hand bandaged like a rice dumpling, initially wanted to enter, but seeing how happy Lian Qingyang was, it seemed like the brother and sister’s conversation allowed no one else to intrude.

When Tang Mingli, accompanied by Wei Jiajia, came to visit, they coincidentally saw Yu Zhaodi standing at the doorway. Wei Jiajia also knew Yu and warmly said, "Yu, it must be inconvenient for you to eat. Let me help you."

"No need," Yu Zhaodi hurriedly waved her hand, "I can manage."

Sigh.

Through the hospital room window, Tang Mingli saw the harmonious scene inside and couldn’t quite define his feelings towards Lian Qingyang.

There was gratitude, of course.

But besides gratitude?

"Sister Xiao Yue, why do I feel like you’ve changed?" Lian Qingyang looked sideways at Tang Yue.

Tang Yue was having dinner, and Lian Qingyang, who had had his fill of porridge, was now craving some solid food. However, the doctor had advised a light diet for the day.

"What, am I not good this way?" Tang Yue raised her eyebrow.

"Good," Lian Qingyang blinked. He felt this injury was worth enduring today.

"Xiao Yue." Tang Mingli pushed the door open.

Tang Yue was somewhat surprised and asked, "Uncle, how come you’re here?"

"How could I not come?" Tang Mingli sized up Tang Yue. He was supposed to be on a spring outing, but ended up in the hospital instead. If Tang Yue hadn’t assured him that she was fine, Tang Mingli wouldn’t have been at ease.

"Uncle." Tang Yue’s voice softened.

"Lian Qingyang, for today’s incident, I thank you on behalf of Xiao Yue," Tang Mingli expressed his genuine gratitude.

If Lian Qingyang’s leg wasn’t injured, he probably would have jumped up in excitement as he emotionally said, "Uncle Tang, Sister Xiao Yue is like my sister, it’s only right and proper for me to protect her."

Tang Mingli looked at Lian Qingyang, even though his last name was also Lian, one couldn’t find him annoying.

Night.

Tang Mingli and Wei Jiajia didn’t stay long before they left, and Yu Zhaodi was also taken back to school by Tang Mingli along the way.

Bai Qing refused to leave and insisted on staying with Tang Yue.

Tang Yue thought about finding another accompanying bed, which was not a big deal since there were still empty beds nearby. She asked, "Qingyang, do you... want to notify your parents?"

Given the severity of Lian Qingyang’s injuries, she thought it would only be right to inform Xiang Yazhi.

"No need, they’re not in the country," Lian Qingyang answered, quietly lying as he didn’t want to tell Xiang Yazhi to avoid another storm.

’Knock knock knock’

Suddenly, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

Tang Yue turned around and saw an elderly man with graying hair approaching.

"Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?" Tang Yue politely inquired, thinking the person might have mistaken the room.

The elderly man holding a cane, his piercing gaze landing on Tang Yue, glanced at Bai Qing and Lian Qingyang on the hospital bed, and instantly understood that the bright-smiling, gentle-speaking person before him was Tang Yue.

"Are you Tang Yue?" the elderly man asked. Even though his voice was calm, the aura of a long-time authority figure was evident.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Tang Yue looked at the elderly man dressed in traditional Chinese attire, not quite understanding who he was, but glancing at the man in the white shirt beside him, she vaguely had some idea.

"Miss Tang, this is Old Master Meng," Qu Feng stepped forward to introduce.

Old Master Meng?

Tang Yue instantly knew who he was, her words respectful as she greeted, "Old Master Meng."

Even though he was dressed in simple traditional attire and holding a cane, his back was still straight and stern, his gaze commanding respect and awe, truly an embodiment of a long-standing authority figure.

"Old Master Meng." Bai Qing stayed beside Tang Yue, always on guard around Old Master Meng’s people.

As soon as Lian Qingyang heard the surname Meng, he became upset; he was still angry about what Meng Yanzhi did to Sister Xiao Yue today.

"Qingyang," Tang Yue looked at Lian Qingyang, and even without speaking, the message was very clear.

Reluctantly, Lian Qingyang spoke, "Grandpa Meng, you can’t just ignore the irresponsible things your grandson has done."

"Mr. Lian, Meng Yanzhi will be responsible for his wrongdoings," Old Master Meng spoke with authority, saying, "I will not condone them."