The most distinguished VIP floor was in dead silence.

The bed had been covered with snow-white sheets, and there were no signs of anyone leaning on the soft pillow.

Chen Juan is still in the ICU, and her relatives can only visit her for half an hour every day.

Su Yun would always put on sterile clothing and kneel at the head of the bed to talk to her, but she never got a response.

At dusk, Su Yun sat on the sofa in the accompanying room with a calm expression.

The TV screen opposite is broadcasting live entertainment news:

[The rich and powerful playboy Sheng Shao ruthlessly abandons his confidante. 】

Amid the overwhelming flashes of light, that handsome face looked cold and wooden, completely devoid of his usual cool and aloofness.

Jiang Zhi, whose arm was broken, had tears in his eyes. He lay on the ground hugging his suit trouser legs, but was kicked away again.

Father Jiang's vulgar shouts and curses echoed throughout the live broadcast.

All the reporters at the scene were very excited, and all kinds of speculations were flying around in the live broadcast barrage like snowflakes.

Su Yun watched quietly for a while and turned off the TV.

A tall and straight figure walked in from the door.

"Lawyer An?"

She was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

An Chengling stood at the door and smiled at her gently, still wearing a black windbreaker and a snow-white cashmere sweater, and a faint scent of mint and tobacco floated in the air as he passed by.

Elegant and gentle.

"Miss Su, I have something I want to talk to you about."

He glanced at the balcony and said nothing more.

Su Yun caught his gaze, picked up the blanket and went to the balcony.

"Dad, winter is coming soon, please stop sitting in the wind."

Su Mingan, who was taking a nap on the rattan chair, opened his eyes, took the blanket from his daughter's hand, a smile on his face, glanced at the door, and stood up instantly.

"Lawyer An...Lawyer An?"

"Hello, Uncle Su."

An Chengling bowed to him like a gentleman, and said in a gentle tone: "I came to see you."

"Look at us...Okay, okay."

Su Mingan bent down to pour tea for him, but knocked over the teapot and fruit plate on the table. The clinking sound echoed in the luxurious ward for a long time.

"Oh! I'm old and my hands and feet are clumsy."

Su Mingan patted the back of his head, took out two cigarettes from his trouser pocket and handed them over: "Have a smoke."

"Thank you, Uncle Su."

An Chengling took the cigarette with a smile, and glanced at the person beside him: "Is it convenient for Miss Su to go out for a walk?"

Su Yun picked up the coat and put it on: "Of course."

Watching the two people leave the ward, Su Ming'an opened his mouth to say something, but in the end did not speak. He sat back in the rattan chair and stared at a row of flower pots in a daze.

The wind was very strong on the public balcony of the hospital, blowing my long hair into a ball and brushing against my eyebrows.

An Chengling was very tall, with his head almost touching the door frame of the balcony, so he could only sit on the iron bench with his back bent.

He looked at the swaying trees in the distance, and his tone was gentle and calm: "Miss Su, do you like winter?"

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, then nodded with her eyes curved: "I like it."

She leaned against the vine-covered railing and squinted at the sun: "I like to wrap myself up like a bear in the winter. It's warm and safe."

"Lawyer An, you must think I'm naive."

An Chengling did not answer.

He looked at her in the misty sunlight.

She wore a pure white coat and a moon-colored long skirt. Her waist-length hair had been cut to shoulder length, but her eyes and brows were still shrouded in sorrow.

This layer of melancholy must be because of Sheng Huai, right?

He suddenly thought.

On the way here, I saw the live broadcast of Sheng Huai and Miss Jiang in the hospital.

The whole city is in an uproar now.

I guess she knows it too.

"Miss Su, are you... okay?"

There was silence in the air for a long time, with only the occasional sound of footsteps passing by in the corridor.

Su Yun didn't seem to hear what he was saying. She looked quietly ahead, her sight seemingly unfocused.

A few rays of sunlight fell on the pale face, casting a soft light on the delicate features.

An Chengling watched quietly without saying a word to interrupt the scene.

"Lawyer An, what did you just say?"

Su Yun seemed to have just come back to her senses. She looked at him with a smile and repeated softly, "What did you just say was okay?"

"about……"

An Chengling's eyes were gentle, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke: "Are you okay with Sheng Huai's matter?"

"Sheng Huai..."

Su Yun repeated his words softly, with a look of confusion on her face.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head gently: "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

"Ms. Su."

An Chengling pursed his lips, "I should call you Madam Sheng..."

"Actually, don't be too sad about what happened between Sheng Huai and Miss Jiang in the hospital. No matter what, Sheng Huai will calm down and think about it carefully this time."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth again, as if he wanted to add a few more words, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, I could only lower my eyes.

Su Yun looked at him and suddenly burst out laughing, seeming to brighten up all of a sudden.

"What's that expression, Lawyer An?"

"Does he feel guilty about stabbing my wound?"

An Chengling suddenly felt cold, he looked up at her smiling face, and couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

"Ms. Su, you..."

"I'm fine!"

Su Yun restrained her expression, her eyes showed no emotion, and her voice was indifferent: "I also read about Mr. Sheng's affairs, and I read it as gossip news."

"No matter how much trouble he has with other women, it has nothing to do with me!"

Facing An Chengling's complicated gaze, Su Yun casually lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Then he continued, "Lawyer An, you must have thought that I would be in great pain, crying secretly like before, or... looking for him all over the world and listening to those hypocritical and ridiculous lies."

"I thought you would be sad."

An Chengling took the cigarette box from her hand, shook it gently, frowned, tilted his head and lit one.

"sad……"

Su Yun raised her eyes and smiled, not taking the matter to heart at all.

"That was because I was blind before! That's why I felt sad for a dissolute scumbag! That's why I foolishly believed his lies again and again!"

She flicked the cigarette butt with her index finger and smiled nonchalantly: "Rather than being sad about a useless husband, I am more concerned about my mother's condition and my future career."

“I want to make a lot of money, and then…”

Su Yun lowered her voice, but was extremely firm: "Leave the Sheng family."

Hearing this, An Chengling's hands trembled slightly, and his handsome features, which originally had a faint smile, seemed to be filled with a layer of complex emotions.

"Miss Su, I actually came here today to tell you something."

He frowned, trying to find the right words.

Su Yun's eyes lit up.

"What is it?"

"Has there been any progress in the investigation into the bankruptcy of the Su Group?"

An Chengling put his hands in the pockets of his black windbreaker, looked at her deeply, and spoke slowly.

"yes."

"but……"

"I found out that there was one person involved in the entire process of the core plan being stolen."

Su Yun raised her little face and clenched her fist silently: "Who is it?"

As their eyes met, An Chengling spoke slowly.

"Your father—"

"Su Mingan."