Song Wan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

The situation in Xiao Liran's office was chaotic that day, and she didn't get a clear look at He Yining until today. This young lady from the He family was dressed beautifully and exuded an aloofness that kept everyone at arm's length.

She couldn't help but think of He Nianhui. Both came from wealthy and powerful families. He Nianhui was approachable when he smiled, but his approachability did not affect the nobility that emanated from his bones.

Song Wan frowned slightly, but still greeted her with a smile.

He Yining looked around, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "President Lin is here too? Did you all come together?"

"Yes," Song Wan replied softly, "He's here too."

"You two have such a good relationship!" He Yining smiled, her words carrying a deeper meaning. "I heard Miss Song was also ill before? Heh, it seems mental illnesses can be cured. You were so sick before, but you're still with him now, aren't you?"

"Miss Song, seeing you like this gives me confidence in my brother!"

Song Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked up at her.

He Yining had a smile on his lips, but his eyes revealed deep hostility towards her.

Song Wan was momentarily stunned. She didn't understand why He Yining was looking at her like she was an enemy, even though it was only the second time she had met her.

Could it be...?

Was this woman one of the women who used to surround Lin Zhaojiang?

Thinking of this, Song Wan felt a pang of jealousy, but she hid her displeasure and was about to exchange a few pleasantries before leaving when a deep male voice suddenly came from behind her.

"So you were here."

Song Wan turned around, and Lin Zhaojiang's hand was on her shoulder, so he pulled her into his arms.

"I've been looking for you for ages," Lin Zhaojiang said with a gentle smile. "I thought the hotel was too big and you'd gotten lost, but I didn't expect you to be chatting here... What did you talk about?"

As he said this, Lin Zhaojiang looked at He Yining, a cold glint flashing in his eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"President Lin, what a coincidence, we run into each other here!" He Yining greeted him warmly, deliberately saying, "We didn't talk about anything special, just about my brother's illness. Miss Song felt it was a pity that such a good illustrator couldn't draw illustrations for her... Oh, right, we also talked about Miss Song's past illness."

“President Lin,” He Yining raised an eyebrow, “Judging from Miss Song’s tone, she is quite attached to you! Indeed, if a man can stay by my side when I am sick, I am willing to get back together with him!”

Lin Zhaojiang frowned slightly; these words sounded jarring no matter how you looked at them.

He glanced at Song Wan worriedly; her expression was indifferent, seemingly unresponsive. But it was precisely this indifferent demeanor that made Lin Zhaojiang tense.

Those bad memories from the past were real. A broken mirror can be mended, but it will always have cracks.

Lin Zhaojiang gritted his teeth and sneered, "Miss He, don't you think it's extremely impolite to chat like this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." He Yining smiled. "I didn't know... this is something I can't say?"

“If we must chat in this impolite way, then I think it would be better for me to discuss these two recent collaborations directly with Old Master He,” Lin Zhaojiang said in a deep voice. “After all, the He Group hasn’t been completely handed over to Miss He yet, don’t you think?”

He Yining's expression changed.

As long as the He family business hasn't been handed over to her, He Nianhui still has a chance.

However, making He Nianhui "sick" is ultimately not a long-term solution.

"President Lin, I'm so sorry," He Yining said softly, "I..."

"I don't want to discuss this matter any further," Lin Zhaojiang said coldly. "And Miss He, please have some self-respect!"

After saying that, he cautiously looked at Song Wan in his arms and asked softly, "Shall we go back?"

Song Wan did not speak.

Lin Zhaojiang became even more nervous and tentatively led her toward the private room. However, as she passed He Yining, Song Wan stopped in her tracks.

“Wanwan…” Lin Zhaojiang’s heart trembled violently.

"Zhaojiang, wait a moment," Song Wan said softly. "I have a few words I'd like to say to Miss He."

“I was indeed sick before.” She looked into He Yining’s eyes, a determined look on her face. “But I’m all better now. Miss He, this kind of illness is a psychological one, and a psychological illness requires a psychological cure. I’m very lucky because my psychological cure has always been by my side.”

Lin Zhaojiang was stunned for a moment, then stared at her intently.

“Zhaojiang and I did have a misunderstanding before.” Song Wan calmly held Lin Zhaojiang’s hand. “But now the misunderstanding has been cleared up. I’m sure I love him, and his feelings for me haven’t changed, so we got back together.”

“Miss He, a heart ailment is different from other ailments. As long as you find the right medicine, it can be cured without leaving scars. I can confidently tell you that there are no more rifts between Zhaojiang and me.”

“Young Master He is still ill, and I can understand how you, as his older sister, feel. However… Miss He, you should think carefully about whether the medicine for Young Master He is not the right one.”

After saying that, Song Wan smiled gently at Lin Zhaojiang, took his hand, and turned to leave.

He Yining stood frozen in place, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, gritting her teeth as she stared in the direction she had left.

Just then, her phone vibrated; someone had sent her a message. Looking at the number, she felt a suffocating sense of despair.

She had intended to upset Song Wan, but she ended up being easily manipulated by her!

She channeled all her anger into this message, quickly typing out: "Don't bother me anymore! What's on your mind besides money? I'm not your daughter, I'm not!"

After sending the message, she slammed her phone to the ground, the shattered screen reflecting her furious, contorted face...

*

A few days later, Huo Junyang, accompanied by Huo Jingnan, found the He family mansion at the address provided by Xiao Liran.

In fact, he had met He Nianhui a few times. They got to know each other at some animation and comic conventions during their student days, exchanged contact information, and often discussed drawing techniques. Because they shared many surprisingly similar views, Huo Junyang once felt that He Nianhui was another version of himself in the world.

But then, He Nianhui suddenly disappeared, and he lost contact with her. And then...

That is, I heard the news that he was ill.

Huo Junyang felt sorry for him and wanted to take this opportunity to visit him properly.

Knowing that distinguished guests from the central city were coming from afar, the He family made preparations well in advance. The head butler personally drove the car to the private road outside the villa and welcomed the two young masters of the Huo family in.

The butler led them to He Nianhui's private studio and had bodyguards and doctors stand guard around them.

Huo Jingnan frowned, looked around, and whispered to Huo Junyang, "This place is too strange. It has a creepy feeling, just like the drug trafficking gang's hideout that I destroyed on the border years ago..."

There's a distance between the corridor and the studio, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with He Nianhui's paintings. Some of the colors are unusually bright, and some of the images are quite frightening.

However, in Huo Junyang's eyes, these are rare works of art.

"Don't talk nonsense." He nudged Huo Jingnan. "You don't understand the world of artists!"

"Artists have to be human beings first, right?" Huo Jingnan's eyes widened. "Art... can't be confined to the underworld, can it?"