That night.
Yan Yan was awakened by a series of hurried footsteps.
She tiptoed to her feet, peered into the doorway, and heard Aunt Zhao's tearful cries.
"Niannian has a fever of 39 degrees Celsius. The doctor said we need to take her to the hospital immediately."
"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, I'll go call President Rong." Wei Qiao was also a little flustered, after all, she had never taken care of a baby before, and she was flustered when she saw Niannian's little face burning red.
Wei Qiao hurriedly ran downstairs.
“Aunt Zhao, you stay and take care of Zhao Zhao. I’ll take Niannian to the hospital.”
A few minutes later, Rong Mo had already put on his coat and ran up with Wei Qiao.
Completely different from his usual aloof and abstinent CEO persona, Rong Mo had just gone downstairs to get something when he heard Aunt Zhao's cries. He immediately rushed back to his room, putting on his coat without even changing out of his pajamas, afraid of delaying treatment.
He quickly walked to Aunt Zhao's side and gently lifted Niannian's blanket. Niannian's face was flushed, and her usually round eyes were now narrowed into slits, making her look listless. She was breathing heavily through her little nose and making muffled noises from time to time, clearly very uncomfortable.
Rong Mo reached out and touched her forehead; it was frighteningly hot, while her hands and feet were ice-cold.
Rong Mo couldn't help but frown. "I'll take you to the hospital now."
Hiding behind the door, Yan Yan couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly a golden opportunity!"
Thinking of this, Yan Yan was secretly delighted. She immediately ruffled her hair, then opened the door and ran out, anxiously calling out, "What's wrong? What happened to Niannian?"
"Yan Yan, why are you up?" Wei Qiao asked in surprise when he saw Yan Yan, who was still sleepy.
"I heard Aunt Zhao calling and I was worried about Niannian, so I got up to check on her." Yan Yan pretended to be very anxious and peeked into Aunt Zhao's arms at Niannian.
“Niannian has a fever, I’m taking her to the hospital now,” Rong Mo said.
“I’ll come too. I can help take care of Niannian,” Yan Yan immediately said, feigning reluctance.
Rong Mo glanced at Yan Yan, then, thinking of recent events, politely declined, saying, "Yan Yan, it's too cold at night. You should stay home. Aunt Zhao can come with you. Zhao Zhao is still sleeping; would you mind looking after her? Is that alright?"
"Okay, then I'll stay home." Yan Yan was secretly delighted, but on the surface she pretended to be a little hesitant.
"Wei Qiao, you stay home too, just in case something happens." Rong Mo took Nian Nian from Aunt Zhao's arms and held her in his arms.
As soon as she was taken away from Aunt Zhao's arms, Niannian started crying.
Rong Mo tenderly held her in his arms, gently patting her back with his right hand. Gradually, Niannian's crying subsided, and her brows relaxed a little. Rong Mo breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Seeing Niannian's feverish and uncomfortable state, Rong Mo thought of whether Shen Zhi Qiu had been like this when she was sick as a child, and felt even more heartache. He picked up the child and walked downstairs.
As soon as he got into the car, Rong Mo wanted to hand Niannian over to Aunt Zhao to hold first, and then drive to the hospital himself.
To everyone's surprise, the half-asleep Niannian refused to let go, her little fingers gripping Rong Mo's collar tightly. Rong Mo tried several times but failed.
"How about I have Wei Qiao come down and take us to the hospital before coming back?" Aunt Zhao suggested quickly, seeing the situation. "We need to hurry and get there; we can't afford to waste a single moment."
"Okay." Rong Mo nodded, and Aunt Zhao opened the car door and rushed out.
Soon, Wei Qiao rushed down, pulled open the driver's seat door, and sat inside.
Aunt Zhao, panting, opened the car door.
The car sped away.
Rong Mo felt a little uneasy. "Wei Qiao, come back as soon as you've delivered it."
“Okay, Mr. Rong.” Wei Qiao was a little puzzled, but didn’t say anything more.
An hour later, Wei Qiao parked the car at the entrance of the hospital's emergency room, and Rong Mo ran inside carrying the child. The medical staff, who had been waiting after receiving the call, quickly stepped forward and took Nian Nian from Rong Mo's arms.
Rong Mo looked back and saw only the tire tracks at the doorway; Wei Qiao had vanished without a trace.
Rong Family Villa.
Seeing that everyone had left and the villa had returned to silence, Yan Yan stood alone in the living room, looking around, a faint loneliness welling up inside her. She always felt that she was a lonely presence in this house; no one truly understood her, and no one truly cared about her.
However, she didn't care too much, after all, soon she would be the owner of this villa.
She quietly returned to her room and took out a red and white silk dress from a wooden box under the bed. This dress was specially made according to the style of Shen Zhi Qiu's mother.
She gently stroked the pattern on her skirt, closed her eyes, and smiled smugly.
She quickly changed into the dress, then let her long hair fall naturally over her shoulders. She walked to the dressing table, took out her phone, carefully looked at the photos she had received on WeChat, and then did her makeup according to the people in the photos. After doing all this, she took out a red bow hair clip from the drawer and carefully pinned it to her bangs.
She stood up, leaned closer, and carefully examined herself in the mirror. She felt somewhat unfamiliar, but she looked about 80% like the person in the photo.
very good.
She nodded in satisfaction, straightened her skirt, and slowly walked towards Rong Hong's room.
She quietly walked to the top of the stairs on the second floor, and after making sure no one was watching, she gently opened Rong Hong's room door.
Yan Yan walked gently to Rong Hong's bedside and saw that Rong Hong was sleeping peacefully, his breathing was steady and deep, as if he was immersed in a dream.
Yan Yan sneered and secretly took out a spray bottle and sprayed it above Rong Hong's nose.
Rong Hong frowned slightly, his fingers twitching. Yan Yan leaned closer and gently took Rong Hong's hand in hers. Rong Hong's fingers twitched again, but his eyes remained tightly closed.
A chilling smile appeared on Yan Yan's lips. She continued to softly call Rong Hong's name, her voice gentle yet firm, as if trying to pierce the mists of a dream and awaken him from his slumber. Rong Hong's brows furrowed slightly, as if he sensed Yan Yan's call in his dream.
Finally, Rong Hong slowly opened his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused. The moment he saw Yan Yan, his eyes immediately reddened. Overwhelmed by endless sorrow and longing, Rong Hong's eyes reddened, and he gripped Yan Yan's hand tightly.
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