Before the meeting started, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Na quickly walked to open the door and saw a hotel staff member holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mrs. Jiang. I need her to sign for something in person."

Yang Na turned around and looked at Sister Xue.

Jin Xue had heard it, put down her notebook, and walked to the door to sign for the red roses held by the staff.

Even without looking at the card, Jin Xue had guessed that the bouquet of red roses was from Jiang Yu.

After closing the door, Jin Xue immediately gave the flowers to Yang Na and said, "You can take care of them for me, or you can take them home."

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Na took the card in the middle of the flower and opened it to look at it.

[Wife, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong, and I will definitely change! Signed - Jiang Yu]

Putting the red roses on the table on the other side, Yang Na sat down next to Jin Xue and whispered, "Sister Xue, you'd better take a look."

Jin Xue glanced at the card with a cold gaze, then returned to preparing for the meeting. "Throw the card away, don't let anyone see the signature on it."

"yes!"

Jin Xue looked at her watch. The time had come and everyone was present. It was time to start the preparatory meeting before the crew started filming.

At this moment, Jin Xue was calm and composed, not affected by the red roses and cards at all. She worked diligently, exuding impeccable charm.

…

Even though he knew he was unwelcome, Zhang Baochan stewed cordyceps chicken soup and took Jiang Yun to visit the old man.

When he entered the ward, Zhang Baochan had a faint smile on his face, and he looked very virtuous and considerate.

"Dad, Jiang Yun and I are here to see you."

Seeing Zhang Baochan, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and he became a little agitated. "You bad woman, get out! You must be trying to poison me!"

Zhang Baochan was a man who had experienced many things. Even though there were many waves in his heart, he was calm and composed at this moment. He had a kind smile on his face and patiently coaxed the old man.

"Dad, I'm your daughter-in-law. I brought you a treasure today. You are the elder I respect the most. I won't harm you. Don't worry about drinking chicken soup."

As he spoke, Zhang Baochan first poured himself a small bowl of soup and drank it as if doing an experiment.

She was completely fine, proving that there was no poison in the chicken soup at all. Her sharp eyes released intriguing observations to the old man.

The old man shook his head, still resisting Zhang Baochan's closeness. He looked at Tang Jing with pitiful eyes, as if asking her for help.

Tang Jing immediately said, "Madam, please leave the chicken soup here for now. Let's drink it later. The old man is emotionally unstable, please understand."

Zhang Baochan stared at Tang Jing with disdain. "I certainly understand. I also hope my father-in-law recovers quickly. I visit him every day. I am just trying to do my best to help him."

Ignoring Tang Jing's stare, Zhang Baochan took out a photo album, opened it, and showed it to the old man.

"Dad, this is Mom, the woman you love the most. Do you still remember her?"

Suddenly, the old man snatched Zhang Baochan's photo album and threw it to the ground, saying excitedly: "Get out, I don't want to see bad women!"

"Dad, how could you throw away the photo album? This is the most precious memory of you and mom. Every photo records the sweetest moment of your life. Take a look at it, maybe you will slowly remember something."

Zhang Baochan picked up the photo album, held up the photos inside, and explained each one to the old man.

Suddenly, the old man held his head with both hands and yelled, "My head hurts... My head hurts... Ah..."

Tang Jing quickly pressed the emergency bell and asked Zhang Baochan to leave the ward.