Chapter 131 His Future Wife

Zhao Zonglan was supposed to accompany Shen Jingni to the hospital, but she wouldn't let him, urging him to hurry up and go to work.

“We’re not children anymore, we don’t need guardians. You go do your thing, don’t keep people waiting.”

Zhao Zonglan wanted to say that Carlisle had already waited for several months, so waiting a couple more days wouldn't matter.

But he didn't want to argue with her about this, otherwise he would have to coax her again.

He kept Chang An behind and instructed him to follow Shen Jingni's orders.

RNOH is a world-leading orthopedic hospital.

Professor Maud's team specializes in repair surgeries of leg nerves, tendons, and other structures.

Thanks to Song Yanting's investment in recent years, we have been able to continuously optimize and improve surgical techniques and research the regenerative effects of biomaterials and stem cell therapy on tendons and nerves.

However, Professor Maud was not entirely certain.

To be precise, no doctor can guarantee that surgery and treatment will be 100% successful.

During the preoperative preparation, Professor Mo De told Shen Jingni: "Ms. Wen's leg nerve damage has lasted too long, and her calf muscles have also atrophied to a certain extent. Even if our surgery is successful and she can walk like a normal person, she will most likely not be able to dance anymore, as her legs cannot support such high-intensity movements."

"Be mentally prepared."

The principle is simple: if you glue a broken piece of wood back together, it will look perfectly fine on the outside, but it will break again with the slightest force.

Shen Jingni did not hide anything from Wen Shuyi and told her everything Morde had said.

Wen Shuyi is not afraid.

She smiled calmly and said, "I'm content as long as I can live like an ordinary person."

As for dancing, she had long forgotten that feeling and didn't want to hope for it.

Just like Song Yanting.

In life, there will always be some regrets.

After receiving Wen Shuyi's reply, Shen Jingni asked Chang An to arrange hospitalization and pre-operative matters.

The surgery is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

Xie Yunfan came with them. Seeing that Wen Shuyi was settled in the ward, she pulled Shen Jingni outside to talk.

"Jing Ni, I... want to ask you for a favor."

She hesitated, seemingly too embarrassed to speak.

Shen Jingni wasn't the type to beat around the bush; her voice was crisp and clear as she said, "Please go ahead."

Xie Yunfan fidgeted with her fingers with some hesitation, her tone pleading: "Could you accompany Zong Lan to see his father?"

"The father and son haven't seen each other for eight years."

"I was thinking, since I'm already here, I might as well..."

"aunt."

Before Xie Yunfan could finish speaking, Shen Jingni interrupted her, her brows furrowed, "Don't you know what he did to Zhao Zonglan?"

"As a father, he sent his ten-year-old son to New York to fend for himself in order to seize power. Why should we visit such a greedy and heartless father?"

Xie Yunfan shook her head, her voice hoarse: "No, he didn't let Ren Zonglan fend for himself. He gave him everything he needed, ensuring he had no worries about food and clothing in New York."

"Actually, as a mother, at that time, I also hoped that Zonglan could stay away from the Zhao family."

“The heir is only ten years old, and everyone is eyeing him covetously. I can’t protect him. Even without Zhao Yanhe, there are his uncles and cousins. His life in China may not be any better than in New York.”

When Zhao Yanhe wanted to send Zhao Zonglan to New York, Xie Yunfan tried to stop him, but she couldn't.

As a result, her mother-son relationship with Zhao Zonglan ended that year.

Shen Jingni grew angrier the more she listened.

He sternly corrected her: "Your logic is flawed."

Xie Yunfan was stunned, and stared at her blankly.

“By saying this, you are putting Zhao Yanhe in the position of those outsiders who want to seize power. But he is Zhao Zonglan’s biological father. He should protect him unconditionally and raise him with care, instead of sending him away.”

"By providing him with a life of comfort and security, we intend to spoil him and prevent him from having the ability to fight for power."

Ultimately, he had ulterior motives.

"This caused Zhao Zonglan more harm than outsiders."

Shen Jingni really couldn't understand what was so great about such a powerful family fighting over, that they would even disregard family ties for a little bit of power.

Shameful and ridiculous.

As a mother, Xie Yunfan wanted to protect Zhao Zonglan, but she was powerless to do so, which is understandable.

She was torn between her husband and her son, and she had no choice.

However, her idea of ​​exonerating Zhao Yanhe and reconciling the father and son is wrong.

Shen Jingni could not possibly forgive Zhao Zonglan on her own.

Xie Yunfan leaned weakly against the wall of the corridor, tears welling in her eyes, and exhaled a deep breath.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, "I'm sorry, I was too presumptuous, I was also wrong."

"I won't mention it again."

Shen Jingni pursed her lips. "Although I won't let Zhao Zonglan see him, I would like to see Zhao Yanhe. Is that alright?"

Xie Yunfan nodded.

West London has some traditional affluent areas, such as Kensington and Chelsea, with quiet streets and many European-style mansions of different styles.

Eight years ago, Zhao Zonglan had Zhao Yanhe sent here.

The Victorian villa estate was large, but quiet and lifeless.

There were also bodyguards guarding the main gate.

Shen Jingni followed Xie Yunfan inside, and soon they met Zhao Yanhe in the backyard.

He sat in a wheelchair, wearing a very simple spring coat, with a thin gray blanket covering his legs. He was over sixty years old, with graying temples, very thin, and slightly sunken eyes, looking very weathered.

Even so, he still retains a touch of refined elegance in his bones.

Especially his eyebrows and eyes, which resembled Zhao Zonglan's, were very intimidating.

Shen Jingni walked over, her back ramrod straight. "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Shen Jingni, Zhao Zonglan's girlfriend, and his future wife."

Zhao Yanhe didn't look at her, but just chuckled disdainfully, "Miss Shen is very different from the one I chose for him back then, no wonder he doesn't like her."

The sunlight made him squint. "But that girl is better than you. He just has no taste."

Shen Jingni was not swayed by his instigation.

A pampered young lady who grew up surrounded by love, she exudes confidence inside and out.

"There are indeed many outstanding women in this world. Of course, I am not as good as them, but I am also unique."

"Zhao Zonglan likes me, we are a match made in heaven."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanhe finally looked up at her. After a few seconds, he scoffed, "Miss Chen is very confident. Do you think someone like him would be sentimental?"

Shen Jingni retorted irritably, "Why not? He's not you."

Zhao Yanhe looked at his legs, his tone filled with calm hatred, "Ha, to have someone cripple his own father's legs and confine him to this dark and gloomy place, what kind of heart could he possibly have?"

He even felt a bit annoyed and regretful, coldly saying, "Why didn't that shot pierce his heart back then?"