"open."

Su Yun was a little upset, so her tone was naturally not very good.

He didn't take it seriously, but still cooperated by letting go of her hand and sitting on the sofa in the dressing room to watch her change clothes.

"Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival... where are you going to spend it?"

Su Yun paused while picking clothes and glanced at Sheng Huai, feeling a little strange.

In the past, Sheng Huai always used an imperative tone to force himself to spend all holidays with the old lady at her house.

Every year on reunion days like the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, she would sit together for dinner with all the relatives of the Sheng family.

You also have to keep a smile on your face and accept all kinds of friendly or malicious discussions and provocations at the dinner table.

It was not until late at night that she drove back to her parents' home alone to be with them.

"I want to go home."

Since he asked, Su Yun said directly: "After marrying into the Sheng family, I have never spent any holidays with my parents."

After saying that, Su Yun lowered her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Huai did not object. He stood up and gently put his arm around her shoulders, speaking in an intimate tone:

"Okay, then can I accompany you?"

"But you have to accompany me to a place this afternoon."

"good."

Su Yun did not refuse.

She changed into a black fleece sweater and a black long skirt, and her hair was casually tied up with a beige shark clip.

I also casually picked out a long black windbreaker and a crisply ironed white shirt for him.

Sheng Huai was very satisfied with this.

The two walked downstairs side by side, and neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

The old lady went to the temple early in the morning. Tomorrow is the anniversary of Sheng Huai's mother's death. She goes there every year to make donations and her wish is the same every year, hoping that her grandson will be safe.

"Madam, the old lady asked you to be in charge of the fruit supply this year."

The housekeeper looked at Su Yun respectfully: "Everything has been prepared."

Su Yun was suddenly stunned.

Every year, the old lady made the fruit offerings for ancestor worship herself, and now this task has suddenly fallen into her hands.

"You should understand what grandma means."

Sheng Huai looked at her with deep eyes: "From now on, all matters of the Sheng family except the company will be handed over to you."

Shengjia Group is under the full control of Sheng Huai.

In addition to these, some real estate, shops, restaurants and hotels are managed by the old lady.

Su Yun understood that the old lady did this because she wanted to leave all these matters to her.

But she did not respond to Sheng Huai's words, nor was she as happy and grateful as he had imagined.

Su Yun has always been clear about one thing: there is no need to be happy about something that has not yet come to fruition.

Su Yun was busy in the kitchen all morning.

Sheng Huai also stayed in the kitchen and kept chatting with her, although she ignored him most of the time.

Su Yun sometimes found it ridiculous. Sheng Huai would never be like this in the past. He was too lazy to even look at her.

But when I lost my patience, he became more diligent.

Lunch time.

There were a few home-cooked dishes on the dining table. He sat down and filled himself with a bowl of soup. He paused for a few seconds and then put the bowl across the table. His tone was cold: "I'll be out after you finish eating."

Su Yun lowered her head and hummed lightly as a response.

He wasn't angry either, and continued to make small talk: "I'll move back home when I get back from the hospital tomorrow."

"what ever."

Su Yun put down her chopsticks, asked someone to tidy up the things, then she leaned lazily on the sofa, drank her tea with an indifferent expression, without saying another word.

It's good like this now.

They don't interfere with each other, don't quarrel, and just get along.

But looking at Su Yun like this, a complex light flashed in Sheng Huai's eyes.

After dinner, the driver was already waiting at the door. The two got in the car and didn't say a word all the way.

The Rolls-Royce was parked at the foot of the hillside, and at the end of the winding mountain road was the grave of Sheng Huai's mother.

The surroundings were already filled with flowers.

It seems that they were given by the countless patients she rescued from the operating table during her lifetime.

Sheng Huai's mother is a cardiologist.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and soon it started to drizzle.

Sheng Huai stood motionless looking at the tombstone, like a silent sculpture.

Su Yun didn't disturb him. She squatted down, opened the food box, arranged the offerings neatly, and placed the bouquet of flowers in the middle.

"That lotus root starch soup was her favorite to make in the past."

Sheng Huai spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was talking to himself: "When she was a child, she was always very busy, with endless surgeries, endless meetings, and endless patients."

He raised the corner of his mouth bitterly: "At that time, the Sheng family was still starting a business. I went to school alone every day, went home after school, ate, and slept."

Su Yun listened quietly.

"Do you know what she said to me the most?"

Sheng Huai squatted down, picked up the bowl of already cold lotus root soup and looked at it intently.

After a long time, she continued, "...Mom will definitely make delicious food for you in the future!"

Sheng Huai's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about a very insignificant little thing.

“That’s what she said most.”

"But every time, they would bring a bowl of instant lotus root starch soup to apologize to me, and then rush to the hospital..."

"Sheng Huai."

Su Yun felt a pang in her heart and looked up at him.

In the twilight, his angular face still looked nonchalant.

But she suddenly felt an uncontrollable sadness in him.

Su Yun wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say.

The thin wrist was caught by the big hand.

Looking up, everything that just happened seemed to be just an illusion. The overbearing and dictatorial President Sheng was back again.

"Let's go."

His tone was very calm: "I will go back to your mother's house with you."

Su Yun pursed her lips and nodded.

The two walked side by side along the winding mountain road.

…

Li City Hospital.

Su Mingan cleaned in silence with his head down.

Chen Juan, who had just vomited, lay crookedly on the hospital bed, looking at the white hair on his head, her face full of tears.

"Ming An...give up."

Su Mingan paused in sweeping the floor, raised his head and looked at her: "What did you say?"

"Don't waste your time and money on me anymore. Just give up... This way, both you and your daughter will be better off."

"What are you talking about?"

Su Mingan lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't sweep the dust into the broom. "We have made it this far, and the doctor also said that there is hope as long as we persist in treatment."

"Besides, if you give up, what will happen to Su Yun? She will be without a mother."

Chen Juan's voice was choked with sobs and out of tune.

"But... having me as a burden... Mom is better off not having me..."

The ward door was thrown open violently.

"Mom! What are you talking about?!"

Su Yun rushed to the bed and grabbed Chen Juan's hand, her face full of tears: "If you give up, what should I do?"

"you……"

Chen Juan looked at her daughter with a look of doubt, then looked at Sheng Huai behind her: "Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, why are you here?"

"Xiaoyun and I will accompany you."

Sheng Huai responded to Chen Juan, put a few boxes of skin care products on the table, and then naturally took the broom from Su Mingan and started cleaning.

The area around the bed was littered with the filth that Chen Juan couldn't help but vomit out.

He didn't even frown.

"How can this be possible..."

Su Ming tried to stop him and snatch the broom from his hand.

Sheng Huai glanced at Su Yun indifferently.

She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and tried to make her tone light: "Dad, just let him come. It's just right for you to have a son-in-law to work so you can take a break."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Sheng Huai."

Chen Juan looked at her daughter with tenderness on her face: "Go get mom the medical examination report from this morning."

Su Yun nodded, got up and walked out.

After the door of the ward was closed, she spoke in a cold voice: "Sheng Huai, what's the matter with Liu Mei in the news?"

The air in the ward suddenly became stagnant.