“I’ve arranged for your uncle and the others to stay in another private room. You can make up an excuse, like I’ll say my brother had a relapse today and can’t come out, and we can leave together.”

"Okay, I'll make the call now."

After Song Yuwei successfully declined Lin Huali's invitation to dinner by coming up with a good excuse, Jiang Mo called him as planned and said that Jiang Cheng had fallen ill.

In another private room, Lin Huali, who had received two phone calls almost every few minutes, now looked serious.

Chen Zimei was very good at reading people, and seeing this, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Lin Huali recounted the contents of the two phone calls he had just received.

"What? What a coincidence!"

Ren Yuran exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Chen Zimei frowned, knowing that the reason behind this was definitely not simple. "Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"

Lin Huali simply shook his head and said nothing.

Ren Yuran gripped the tablecloth tightly, her gaze shifting several times before she slammed her hand on the table in anger.

Snap—

"Could it be that vixen has bewitched the third young master of the Jiang family?! She must have heard some rumors about the second young master of the Jiang family, and now she regrets it and is doing this despicable and shameless thing to escape the engagement?"

Ren Yuran was so angry because she had met Jiang Mo, the third young master of the Jiang family, briefly at a party.

Since then, she has dreamed about him many times...

Unfortunately, the two never had the chance to meet again. But now, it's as if Song Yuwei and Jiang Mo had planned it all out: one said she had something to do and couldn't come, while the other said her brother had a relapse!

You know, every time they contacted the Jiang family, it was the Jiang family's butler who came forward. Why is it Jiang Mo this time?!

"That third young master of the Jiang family, although he is usually irresponsible and a playboy, has a very clean romantic history. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would be easily seduced by beauty."

Chen Zimei was well aware of her daughter's thoughts, so she had already sent someone to investigate Jiang Mo.

Her words were indeed very effective, and Ren Yuran calmed down considerably.

But when she thought of Song Yuwei's stunning beauty, she felt unwilling. "But...aren't all men lecherous? Besides, that vixen is not in the same league as ordinary beauties. Perhaps Young Master Jiang wasn't lecherous before just because he hadn't met anyone pretty enough..."

Lin Huali scoffed, turning his gaze to his daughter, and asked suspiciously, "Yuran, have you forgotten that she is paralyzed from the waist down? Do you think a man can pretend that other defects don't exist just because of his appearance?"

At this point, he shook his head. "You are still too naive. You are easily agitated by things that don't even exist yet, or it may just be a negative thought of yours. You don't have your own unique and rational way of thinking, so you will eventually be led by the nose by others."

Ren Yuran opened her mouth, wanting to say something in her defense, but after thinking about it, she stopped.

Lin Huali was absolutely right; she had almost forgotten that the vixen was a good-for-nothing!

Young Master Jiang can't be that blind!

Song Yuwei sat in Jiang Mo's car, and the two did not exchange a single word the entire time.

Upon arriving at the destination, Song Yuwei got out of the car, looked at the abandoned chemical plant, and narrowed her eyes. "He's here?"

Jiang Mo nodded. "Mm."

Song Yuwei continued to follow him inside, her mind filled with questions.

How could someone with so much money put a seriously injured patient in such a rudimentary place?

Upon reaching the top floor, in a room that looked slightly better than the others and was kept exceptionally clean, there was a hospital bed.

"Amo, who did you bring?"

The Jiang family butler was standing guard by Jiang Cheng's bedside when he saw Jiang Mo bring someone in without warning and immediately became alert.

"She is my brother's fiancée."

Jiang Mo pushed Song Yuwei in and closed the door.

“Amo, how could you expose your brother’s whereabouts to others? Besides, your brother’s fiancée was arranged by them. What if she was sent here…”

The housekeeper became increasingly nervous as he spoke, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Mo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle Jiang, don't worry."

Butler Jiang took a deep breath, looking at Jiang Mo's calm expression and firm eyes. After thinking for a moment, he realized that the Third Young Master was not the kind of person who was so naive as to be easily deceived.

Song Yuwei had already rolled her wheelchair to Jiang Cheng's bedside and reached out to place her hand on his wrist.

It was very cold, and his pulse was extremely weak; if she hadn't checked carefully, she wouldn't have been able to detect that he still had a pulse.

"Young lady, are you here to see your fiancé?"

"I'm here to treat and save lives."

Song Yuwei took out the needle case that she had asked Jiang Mo to buy on the way from her pocket and took out a few needles from it.

"You, you're just a young girl, and your health is like this. Have you ever studied medicine? You can't just treat my young master like this..."

The housekeeper stepped forward to try and stop her.

"Tell him to leave and not bother me."

Song Yuwei uttered two cold sentences, and Jiang Mo had no choice but to let the butler leave first.

After much persuasion, Jiang Mo finally managed to convince the butler to stop.

When he returned to the room, Song Yuwei had already given Jiang Cheng acupuncture.

His fingers trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Second brother, you're awake!"

Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Song Yuwei's aloof and stunningly beautiful face before he looked at Jiang Mo.

"Um."

With Jiang Mo's help, he sat up and leaned against the pillow.

His face is so handsome it's almost unreal; it's easy to fall for him at first glance.

However, his injuries were too severe, and his face was as pale as paper.

He moved his lips, his gaze falling on Song Yuwei, "What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing that pleasant voice again, Song Yuwei paused, gazing at Jiang Cheng's handsome face, "I..."

Before she could even speak, Jiang Mo launched into a long explanation for her.

In the end, Song Yuwei only needed to nod.

"I'm leaving now." She waved her hand as she saw Jiang Mo getting up. "No need to see me off, I'll take a taxi myself."

Song Yuwei didn't linger any longer; she had other plans to implement, so she left immediately.

"Brother, this Song Yuwei is so strange. According to my investigation, she has always been a nobody."

Jiang Cheng rubbed the base of his thumb and forefinger, his deep eyes suddenly narrowing, his gaze becoming heavy.

The image of her first meeting flashed through my mind: her reckless courage and the unwavering confidence she exuded, completely unaffected by others, a natural self-assurance.

He said in a deep voice, "We're getting married next week, right?"

Jiang Mo was stunned, not understanding why his second brother suddenly cared about the marriage. Whether he was lucid or having a seizure, he always looked like he had no will to live.

Could it be that he has fallen in love with worldly desires?