Song Zhi looked at Jiang Yubai, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Mr. Jiang, do you have anything important to tell me?"

Jiang Yubai raised his lips and whispered, "It's actually about Zhou Yanchen."

Hearing the words "Zhou Yanchen", Song Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice unconsciously became a little deeper: "Zhou Yanchen?"

"Is he awake?" An indescribable emotion surged in Song Zhi's heart, including expectation and worry.

Jiang Yubai's heart suddenly tightened when he heard Song Zhi's words, but he quickly regained his composure and chuckled: "Zhou Yanchen woke up? Mr. Song, did you see it?"

Song Zhibo sneered softly, seeming a little dissatisfied with Jiang Yubai's reaction. He said with a slightly mocking tone: "Since it's not him who woke up, what else is there to worry about him being heavy?"

"I don't care about his other affairs."

Jiang Yubai saw that Song Zhi didn't seem to be very interested in this topic. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to continue: "I just accidentally got some information about the car accident he had when he was a child."

This sentence was like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky, instantly attracting Song Zhi's attention. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he quickly asked, "What did you find out?"

Jiang Yubai saw that Song Zhibo was interested in this matter, so he spoke directly: "I found out that the car accident was actually caused by someone hired by Shen Qingli's stepmother."

This news was like a heavy bomb, exploding in Song Zhi's heart. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief: "What? Shen Qingli's stepmother?"

Jiang Yubai nodded, "Her target at the time was only Shen Qingli's mother and her. Her purpose was to get rid of them and get to the Shen family smoothly. Zhou Yanchen's parents were injured by mistake."

Song Zhibo frowned tightly, and various thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly. He could never have imagined that the car accident was actually related to Shen Qingli's stepmother.

Why did he find something different?

Jiang Yubai paused, then continued: "The driver also hit a few people at the time..."

"One of them was the father of a 10-year-old child. It was said that he was walking down the road after get off work to pick up a birthday cake for his son, but he didn't expect to see something like this."

Song Zhi's legs hanging at his sides gradually tightened.

His eyes became colder and colder, and he squeezed a few words from between his teeth, "Why is Mr. Jiang suddenly interested in the car accident?"

Jiang Yubai said calmly: "Because I want to know Zhou Yanchen better. The more I know him, the easier it will be to defeat him."

Hearing this, Song Zhi laughed, "He is now a living dead, what threat can he pose to us?"

"Once we have completely taken control of Xinyu Group, even if he wakes up, it will be useless."

Jiang Yubai glanced at Song Zhibo and said, "I hope so."

"Mr. Song, I came here to talk about this matter. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After Jiang Yubai left, Song Zhi immediately picked up his phone and made a call, "Go and check the car accident that killed Zhou Yanchen's parents right away. Don't miss any details."

"I'll give you three minutes."

Song Zhi hung up the phone and couldn't help but start to ponder. If it was true as Jiang Yubai said, then Zhou Yanchen was innocent?

How can we be sure that he is innocent?

Jiang Yubai must have checked wrong, that must be it.

…

After Shen Qingli came back from the hospital, he did not tell the children that Shen Song had left. She played with the two children for a while, felt a little tired, and went upstairs to rest.

After Zhou Yanchen finished some matters in the study, he went straight to the bedroom to find Shen Qingli.

He gently pushed open the door and saw Shen Qingli lying quietly on the bed and sleeping.

Zhou Yanchen walked slowly to the bedside with light footsteps, and tucked the quilt carefully for her, fearing to wake her up.

However, when his body accidentally touched Shen Qingli's body, he suddenly felt an abnormal heat.

His heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to touch her forehead. Sure enough, her forehead was burning hot, and it was obvious that she had a fever.

Zhou Yanchen was anxious. He quickly took the thermometer from the bedside table and measured Shen Qingli's temperature.

The number displayed on the screen made him frown - thirty-nine degrees!

Zhou Yanchen didn't dare to delay and quickly found a fever-reducing patch from the medicine box and put it on her. Then, he poured a cup of warm water and fed the antipyretic medicine to Shen Qingli.

After doing all this, Zhou Yanchen was still a little worried. He was worried that Shen Qingli's fever would not go down, so he picked up the phone and called the family doctor.

The family doctor arrived at the house quickly.

After some examination, the doctor told Zhou Yanchen that Shen Qingli's fever had not subsided and she needed an antipyretic injection.

"good."

After the injection, Zhou Yanchen stayed by the bed, paying close attention to Shen Qingli's condition, fearing that she would have a fever again.

In the early morning of the first day, the sun gradually rose, and the sunlight poured into the room through the window, illuminating every corner.

Shen Qingli slowly opened his eyes and gradually regained consciousness.

When her eyes fell on the bed, she was surprised to find Zhou Yanchen lying there, seemingly soundly asleep.

She couldn't help but wonder: Why is he sleeping here?

Shen Qingli gently stretched out her arms and pushed Zhou Yanchen's shoulder, "Ayan, why don't you go to bed?"

Zhou Yanchen was awakened by the push. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes still a little hazy.

But when he saw Shen Qingli wake up, he instantly came to his senses, and his first reaction was to check Shen Qingli's forehead to see if she was still having a fever.

When he felt that Shen Qingli's forehead was no longer hot, a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully, "Fortunately, it's not hot anymore."

Shen Qingli looked at Zhou Yanchen's nervous expression and asked: "Ayan, what's wrong with me?"

Zhou Yanchen sat by the bed, holding Shen Qingli's hand tightly, "You had a fever repeatedly last night, which scared me. How do you feel now?"

After hearing Zhou Yanchen's words, Shen Qingli realized that she had a fever. No wonder she felt so weak and out of breath when she woke up just now.

She smiled and comforted Zhou Yanchen: "I'm fine now. Maybe I caught a cold yesterday."

Zhou Yanchen looked at Shen Qingli's pale face. He knew that Shen Song's departure still had some impact on her.

But he didn't expose it.

"Well, I have asked for leave from your hospital and will rest at home."

"I can't rest any longer. There is still a lot to do in the hospital."

Zhou Yanchen reached out and held her shoulders. "You can't do much if you go to the hospital like this. What if you have a fever?"

"By the way, I want to tell you something. The investigation into the car accident is over. The driver bears full responsibility, so you can send him to the funeral home."

"Are you...going?" he asked hesitantly after a moment's silence.

"go."

Although their relationship is a bit complicated, blood is thicker than water after all, and they are father and daughter after all.

This time, she decided to let go of the past and see him off for the last time, which could be regarded as putting an end to their relationship.