As Madam Qin spoke, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
It's unclear whether it's because she misses the person who promised her a lifetime together, or because of the biting loneliness she's felt in recent years.
Ling Mo had long heard about the tragic death of Old Master Qin while rescuing captured political figures.
At this moment, as Madam Qin recounted Madam Qin's straightforward account of Madam Qin's "disappearance," I couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion.
It seems that, like her maternal grandmother, Madam Qin still refused to believe that her beloved relatives had already passed away.
"Grandma, if you ever feel lonely, feel free to call me. I can keep you company."
Ling Mo wasn't a talkative person, but the fragility of Old Madam Qin suddenly aroused her protective instincts.
Madam Qin nodded emphatically and quickly saved Ling Mo's phone number into her contacts.
"What are you talking about?"
After Qin Beiming hung up the phone, he walked into the living room and saw that Old Madam Qin's eyes and nose were red. He casually asked her a question.
"You can't just tell a girl's secrets to anyone."
Madam Qin stopped crying and started laughing, playfully keeping everyone in suspense.
Seeing that Old Madam Qin was unharmed, Qin Beiming straightened his expression and said:
"Ah Ting is in some trouble, I need to go to Renhe Hospital."
What's wrong with him?
"Madam Qin asked with concern."
Logically speaking, she could be said to have watched Huo Yunting grow up.
During the years Qin Beiming was away from Linjiang, Huo Yunting would often come to see her and keep her company by chatting.
"I've fallen ill from overwork."
As soon as Qin Beiming finished speaking, he turned to Ling Mo and asked:
"Shall I take you home first?"
"You child, how can you be so clueless? You didn't even think to let Mo Bao'er stay for the night." Old Madam Qin's lips twitched wildly as she mentally berated Qin Beiming's clueless behavior.
"Grandma, I also need to go to the hospital. My dad has sent several messages saying that Xiaotian was attacked and is still in the hospital."
Ling Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with what Qin Beiming said. He got up and exchanged a few pleasantries with Old Madam Qin before getting into the car with Qin Beiming.
On the way to the hospital, Qin Beiming kept his thin lips tightly pressed together and drove without saying a word.
Ling Mo vaguely sensed that Huo Yunting's illness couldn't be simply attributed to "overwork," and tentatively asked:
"Third Master, is Huo Yunting really sick from overwork?"
"There is a shadow on his brain, and the situation is not optimistic."
"Does Wanwan know about this?" Ling Mo didn't have a deep impression of Huo Yunting; she was more concerned about Song Xingwan's current situation.
Qin Beiming shook his head and said in a deep voice:
“Ah Ting didn’t tell her, so she doesn’t know yet.”
"Don't worry, Huo Yunting will be fine."
Ling Mo wasn't worried about Huo Yunting's health at all.
Even if Huo Yunting really had some incurable disease, she was absolutely confident that she could pull him back from the brink of death.
...
Renhe Hospital, VIP Ward of Oncology Department
Huo Yunting was leaning slumped against the hospital bed, one hand strapped to the bed frame receiving an IV drip, while the other hand gripped his phone tightly, as if waiting for Song Xingwan's call.
The hospital bed was now surrounded by people.
The person closest to him was Yao Xiangli, who was crying her eyes out.
While wiping away her tears, she asked Huo Yunting in a choked voice:
"Ah Ting, how are you feeling now? Does your head still hurt?"
Sitting next to Yao Xiangli by the hospital bed, Huo Zhenhua noticed that Huo Yunting had no interest in speaking, so he nudged the chattering Yao Xiangli and whispered:
"Can you please be quiet for a moment?"
"How can you expect me to stay quiet? If anything happens to our precious son, I won't live either."
"Look at you, all you do is spout unlucky things."
Enraged by Yao Xiangli's negative words, Huo Zhenhua abruptly stood up, strode out of the ward, and leaned against the wall, silently smoking.
When Qin Beiming and Ling Mo arrived, Yao Xiangli remained unmoved, sitting steadily by Huo Yunting's bedside, chanting scriptures incessantly in his ear.
"Can you please stop arguing?"
Huo Yunting's head was throbbing from her annoyance, and he shouted coldly.
"Okay. As long as you're still willing to talk to Mom, Mom will do whatever you want."
Yao Xiangli knew in her heart that Huo Yunting was still angry with her because of her scheming against Song Xingwan.
That's why she seems so anxious and insecure.
"Ah Ting, how are you feeling now?" Qin Beiming walked straight to Huo Yunting's bedside.
"fine."
Huo Yunting glanced at Ling Mo beside Qin Beiming, looking somewhat guilty, and subtly looked away.
"Bei Ming is here too."
Yao Xiangli turned around, forcing a smile, and inadvertently glanced at Ling Mo beside Qin Beiming, asking with slight curiosity:
Who is this?
Seeing that Yao Xiangli had finally stopped crying, Lu Jinjiu, who was leaning back on the sofa, quickly stood up and took over the conversation, introducing Ling Mo to Yao Xiangli in a solicitous manner:
"Auntie, this is Ling Mo, the daughter of the chairman of Shijian Group."
"Girls really do change a lot as they grow up. I can't believe how much they've grown. At first glance, I didn't even recognize them."
Upon learning that the person in front of her was Ling Mo, Song Xingwan's close friend, Yao Xiangli's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree change, and the smile on her face instantly turned cold.
In her opinion, any girl who could get along so well with a slut like Song Xingwan was probably a menace herself.
A few days ago, when she saw the negative information about Su Yu and her daughter on the internet, she suspected that the person who was frequently causing trouble for Su Yu was Ling Mo, Song Xingwan's close friend.
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