CHAPTER 799: CHAPTER 781 STOP KEY

Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang haven’t come back.

Jiang Xiaoxiao checked the time.

It’s already past eight.

School has long been out.

Even if Song Ziyi has to take high school entrance exams, evening study shouldn’t last so late.

Song Ziyi never attends extra classes.

"Doctor Song, they haven’t returned yet."

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao left work early today.

Thanks to Wu Weiguo, the two left work early today, planning to spend time with the children at home.

To enjoy some family time.

Unexpectedly, after picking up the twins, they were still waiting for the two sons who hadn’t returned.

Feeling a bit worried, Song Moting picked up the car keys.

"I’ll go pick them up; it’s rare for me to do it."

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt uneasy, so she hurriedly grabbed a jacket to follow Song Moting.

"I’ll go with you. For some reason, my eyelids have been twitching a lot today."

Ever since she learned of the secret Wu Weiguo had told her, Jiang Xiaoxiao felt that something was about to happen, because what happened to Wu Weiguo was too concerning.

The price Wu Weiguo paid was something beyond what ordinary people could endure, and the number of people wanting what Wu Weiguo had could not have been small; back then, Mu Shaocheng likely targeted what Wu Weiguo had.

And she was just the fish in the rice paddy.

It had only been a day, yet it felt like an eternity.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but start worrying about her sons again.

Song Moting held her hand.

"Don’t worry, I already contacted Old Jin yesterday; Old Jin has specifically hired a few people. There’s someone responsible for protecting the kids and the family. I’m by your side. I won’t let anything happen to my family. After the last incident, I specifically trained a group of people.

This is just in case we would need them one day; now they’re being put to use. Don’t worry."

How could he not know what his wife was thinking?

They set out together and, arriving at the school gate, barely had time to park when they saw Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang being shoved into a van, which then sped away.

Song Moting slammed the brakes, turned the car around, and hurriedly followed.

The car followed all the way to Wu Weiguo’s home.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting arrived, they saw Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang with guns aimed at their heads, unlocking the laboratory door. Jiang Xiaoxiao screamed "no," knowing Wu Weiguo wouldn’t have easily left permissions unchecked, that a defenseless lab would be like a free gift.

Using toes to think, they knew Wu Weiguo wasn’t stupid, and Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to rush forward.

Song Moting forcefully stopped her.

He dashed forward first; they were his two sons, no matter what, he couldn’t watch them get hurt.

In the instant Song Moting lunged forward,

those in black ordered Song Ziyang to press the button.

Then a sky-high explosion roared, and Jiang Xiaoxiao’s sight was filled with rising flames, engulfing the father and his two sons in an instant.

Jiang Xiaoxiao frantically threw everything from her possession’s space—whether peach juice, pills, or anything.

But still, she couldn’t stop them from being consumed by the flames.

Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang were thrown out, while Jiang Xiaoxiao watched Song Moting wrapped in flames, like a Hell Messenger, with his last smile saying,

"Xiao Xiao, don’t be afraid, the kids... they’re okay!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao helplessly rushed forward, trying to take out pills, only to find that her space was suddenly empty of pills, having thrown everything out in panic just moments ago.

Song Moting spat out a mouthful of blood.

His heart ached, vision went dark, and he lost consciousness entirely.

Jiang Xiaoxiao held Song Moting tight, screaming, "Call an ambulance!"

It was the first time she was completely at a loss.

...

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting lying in bed.

It had been a year now.

Song Moting still hadn’t woken up.

He seemed prepared to continue sleeping like this.

Song Ziwen and Song Zijing were each busy—one wiping the father’s cheeks, the other massaging him.

Song Ziyuan was kneading Song Moting’s arms.

Their devoted manner made the scene feel wondrously touching.

"Mom, when will Dad wake up?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the quiet, sleeping Song Moting and felt sorrowful.

After that explosion, although Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang were burned, none of the injuries were life-threatening. Unfortunately, Song Moting completely fell into a coma and became a vegetable.

The people in black seemed to disappear as if they never existed.

After Song Moting spat blood and fell into a coma, he never woke up again, becoming a vegetative state.

Jiang Xiaoxiao used the pills that her space once again produced on Song Moting, but this time, the previously effective pills didn’t work; it had been over a year with no sign of Song Moting waking, as if he were a sleeping beauty lying motionless.

Indeed, his bodily functions, according to the doctor, were exactly like a normal person’s; all burn injuries and blast-caused damages on him had healed flawlessly without the slightest issue. Even his internal organs and muscles showed no signs of deterioration from lying so long, yet he wouldn’t wake up.

His brainwave scans suggested he was like a dead person, unmoving brainwaves.

Over the year, Jiang Xiaoxiao had aged several years.

Though she was only in her twenties, a streak of silver in her hair starkly conveyed heartbreak.

That explosion nearly turned Wu Weiguo’s house to ashes.

All research outcomes were destroyed, and Wu Weiguo regained consciousness soon after.

Upon awakening, he learned that his son-in-law had become a vegetable after coughing up blood during the explosion. Feeling guilty, Wu Weiguo refused to touch any research since.

He completely washed his hands of it.

Both overtly and covertly, those who still watched the Wu family and Jiang Xiaoxiao realized over the past year that Wu Weiguo was serious.

For a time, everything around them turned peaceful.

The sole concern was Jiang Xiaoxiao.

She not only had hospital duties but also had to care for her children, her family, and research ways to cure her husband.

The hospital couldn’t be abandoned because it represented Jiang Xiaoxiao’s effort—time-consuming blood and sweat meticulously built up over many years.

Jiang Xiaoxiao would never let the hospital close.

The children matured almost overnight from the incident, quickly growing up after their father’s vegetative state.

They began acting like grown kids, caring for their father and seeing to their mother’s daily needs at the hospital.

Bai Yiyi became the acting dean of Ren’ai Hospital, managing hospital affairs for Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song both fell ill upon losing their dearest grandson, collapsing bedridden.

Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu, heartaching for Jiang Xiaoxiao, finally decided to reveal the truth to Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song.

Only then did Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song learn that their granddaughter-in-law was actually the Wu family’s granddaughter.

Due to remorse, Mr. Wu suffered a heart attack and passed away.

Now Wu Weiguo spends every day by Mrs. Wu’s side, caring for her in atonement.

"I don’t know! Perhaps he will wake up soon!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao gently wiped Song Moting’s cheeks; he’d wake up.

Song Moting seemed just as handsome as before, with no traces of time left upon him, appearing merely asleep.

All passage of time seemed frozen upon him.

"When can you wake up?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed softly.

Song Ziwen and Song Zijing looked at their father’s hopeful gaze towards their mother, feeling inexplicable heartache.

Home now hardly resembled a home.

All joy and laughter seemed to have been paused at that moment over a year ago.

Song Ziyuan’s eyes simmered with fury; those who ruined her happiness deserved to die.

She didn’t awaken because she chose not to, but now, someone had touched her reverse scale.

Her sister, just trapped in darkness like this.

Damned bastards, no one noticed the concrete ground beneath Song Ziyuan’s feet slowly sinking into a pit.

Elder brother and sister treated her like a treasure, protecting her from bullies at school; yet now, such close loved ones had been injured.

Her most beloved, gaming and growing with her, Song Moting lay unconscious.

Those people deserved to die.

A week later, the news reported the deaths of an unknown group at a horribly gruesome scene, leaving no survivors.

Within a month, news kept surfacing of several notable organizations being completely wiped out.

Song Ziyi and Song Ziyang also vanished, following Jin Dachuan to where their father lay, vowing to become strong protectors of family and the weak.

Becoming someone like their father was their wish.

Their departure left Jiang Xiaoxiao saddened for a long time, but her sons had grown, and she couldn’t refuse them.

Respecting their choices was also her decision.