“Auntie,” Rong Mo immediately stepped forward, gently took Mu Ziqi’s hand, and softly comforted her, “Auntie, don’t think too much right now. The doctor said that you need to rest well at this time. I believe that if Zhi Qiu were here, she would also want you to rest well and take good care of your health.”

I understand what you're saying. I will have someone bring Gu Ningning back.

“No,” Mu Ziqi said sadly, holding Rong Mo’s hand. “Xiao Mo, I know Ningning did something wrong. It’s our Gu family that has wronged Zhi Qiu. If you want to punish her, your Uncle Gu and I have no objection.”

Moreover, our Qingyan has also let Zhiqiu down.

It's all our fault!

As Mu Ziqi spoke, her eyes suddenly reddened, and her face was full of guilt.

"Auntie, please don't say anymore. Your health is the most important thing right now, and Uncle is still resting. I will tell the doctor to pay extra attention. You should get some sleep first. Nothing else matters, don't think about it, it's bad for your health."

I'll come see you again tomorrow.

After saying that, Rong Mo helped Mu Ziqi lie down and then gently covered her with a blanket.

After closing the door, Rong Mo gave Huang Lin a few instructions at the door and then went to see Gu Suian.

After arranging everything, he left with peace of mind.

As Rong Mo stepped out of the elevator in the inpatient department, he ran into Yan Yan, who was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"President Rong?!" Yan Yan waved at Rong Mo when she saw him. "What are you doing here?"

"Yan Yan, you've come to visit someone who's ill too?" Rong Mo replied with a smile, somewhat surprised to run into them here.

Yan Yan pointed to the flowers in her arms and said with a smile, "Yes, I came to visit a friend. She had a minor operation and is almost ready to be discharged."

Yan Yan stepped forward, and the sunlight from the window shone directly on her. Her long, dark brown hair, like seaweed, cascaded lazily over her shoulders. Her delicate features were lightly made up, and her skin appeared even more translucent under the sunlight. Her light pink dress gave her an aura of gentleness.

"And you?" Yan Yan gently brushed her hair aside. "Are you here to visit a friend too?"

"Yes, I came to visit an elder. He's in the hospital for surgery." Rong Mo didn't elaborate.

"Okay, I'll go up now. See you later." Yan Yan walked towards the elevator, ready to go upstairs.

Rong Mo nodded, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered Shen Zhi Qiu's matter, so he quickly pressed the elevator button and stopped Yan Yan.

"Excuse me, Yan Yan, I have something I'd like to ask you. Could I take a little of your time?"

Rong Mo said somewhat apologetically.

"What's wrong? Is it about Zhi Qiu?" Yan Yan came out with some confusion.

"It's like this, Zhi Qiu's abdominal wound was accidentally torn open today, so it's reopened a bit," Rong Mo said somewhat seriously.

"Huh?" Yan Yan was very surprised.

“The doctor has already come and treated her. I just got a call saying she’s fine now,” Rong Mo quickly added. “But in that case, do you need to adjust the nutritional meals you’re preparing for this week?”

I'm worried that something might hinder the healing of the wound...

Rong Mo frowned and voiced his concerns.

"Would it be convenient for me to go see Zhi Qiu? I need to check on the situation before deciding." Yan Yan's expression turned serious at this point. "It's better to be cautious."

“Okay.” Rong Mo readily agreed. “When are you free? I’ll have someone pick you up.”

"No need, just give me the address. I live nearby, so it's very convenient. Can I go over tomorrow?" Yan Yan checked the time. "It's a bit late today, and I'm afraid it will disturb Zhi Qiu's rest."

“Okay.” Rong Mo nodded. “Well then, since you live nearby, I’ll come to the hospital to visit my elders tomorrow.”

I'll arrange a time with you tomorrow. If it's convenient for you, you can ride in my car.

"Okay, thank you." Yan Yan didn't refuse again and immediately agreed.

After saying goodbye to Yan Yan, Rong Mo drove back to his apartment.

He opened the door, casually hung the key on a small ornament in the entryway, and went inside.

Before taking a shower, he opened the wardrobe and suddenly froze.

The set of pinkish-purple pajamas and the set of gray pajamas that he had previously tucked away in the corner have now been washed, ironed, and hung neatly in the closet.

Rong Mo's hand froze in mid-air.

He rubbed his temples wearily, sighed, and gently took off the gray pajamas.

Then she folded the pink set neatly and carefully placed it in the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe.

When will that person finally come back?

Rong Mo took out his phone and tapped on a pinned WeChat profile picture.

"How have you been lately? Do you have any plans to come back?"

He had just finished typing it when Rong Mo deleted it word by word.

"It's getting cold, wear more clothes."

Just as he was about to send it, Rong Mo felt it wasn't right and deleted it.

After hesitating for a long time, Rong Mo finally sent a message: "Take care of yourself while you're away from home."

"Okay." The other end replied instantly.

Rong Mo's heart skipped a beat when he saw the message.

"Waiting for you to come back," Rong Mo replied instantly.

Okay. I'll be back soon.

"Tell me when you've booked your flight, and I'll come pick you up." Rong Mo's fingers were trembling, and he even made several mistakes in choosing words.

"good."

Rong Mo put away his phone, opened the drawer, and then carefully hung up the pink pajamas, patiently smoothing out each wrinkle, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

the next day.

Thinking that there might be a lot to do in the next few days, Rong Mo went to the company early in the morning to arrange his work.

While drinking coffee, Rong Mo scrolled through his phone looking at last night's conversation and couldn't help but laugh. Even the bitterness of the coffee seemed to lessen.

"President Rong," Yuan Mengjie suddenly knocked on the door.

"Come in." Rong Mo's smile faded, he put down his phone, and became serious.

"This document needs your review and signature." Yuan Mengjie walked in. "Okay, I'll take a look first." Rong Mo nodded.

Seeing that Yuan Mengjie hadn't moved, Rong Mo asked with some confusion, "Is there something else?"

"I was too impulsive that day, I'm sorry." Yuan Mengjie lowered her eyes, her voice somewhat forlorn.

"It's alright, it's all in the past. Mengjie, I hope we can still be the same as before," Rong Mo said softly. "I'm very grateful to you for all these years."

"Yes. I also hope we can still be good friends." Yuan Mengjie looked up and smiled. "Don't worry, I've adjusted my mindset and it definitely won't affect my work."

Yuan Mengjie bent down, preparing to place the documents on Rong Mo's desk.

She immediately noticed the WeChat interface on Rong Mo's phone screen.

The pinned profile picture is clearly of a girl.

Yuan Mengjie's eyes darkened, and her right hand, which was hanging under the table, unconsciously clenched.

Stepping out of the office, Yuan Mengjie took out her phone and dialed a number.