Yu Yong said this calmly, but Jiang Xinchen felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.
divorce……
Jiang Xinchen's hands hanging on both sides tightened slightly. He felt very strange. He was not that surprised when Yu Yong said divorce at this time.
Unexpected, but reasonable.
Perhaps he understood something from the last time when the Yu and Tong families stood idly by.
Jiang Xinchen held the phone in his hand and slowly raised his head to look at Mr. Jiang in the ward: "I am a member of the Jiang family."
Yu Yong paused for a moment and spoke in a deep voice, "Xinchen, think it over clearly. You know the current situation of the Jiang family. Whether you can stay in the Jiang family or not, it cannot be changed."
"I understand." Jiang Xinchen hung up the phone and walked out of the hospital.
The phone is here.
Yu Zhenling sat on the sofa, looked up at Yu Yong, and twisted her hands together: "Brother... do you really want a divorce?"
...
...
After being married to Jiang Quan for so many years, compared to other people, Jiang Quan never lingered on other women outside, and Yu Zhenling had almost no dissatisfaction with this marriage.
"You know the current situation of the Jiang family. They have always relied on Old Master Jiang. Before, they were afraid of Meng Fu. Now Meng Fu is dead. You also know the situation of Old Master Jiang. The hospital issued a critical illness notice yesterday." Yu Yong sat opposite Yu Zhenling. He picked up a cup of tea and said solemnly: "Although I am a member of the Painting Association, I am still far from being the president. If the Chu family makes a move on us, I will have no room for maneuver."
The Yu family has always wanted to climb up.
Especially after Yu Yong came back from the capital, he realized that the Yu family, which was considered a famous family in T City, was nothing in the capital.
After this trip to City M, Yu Yong became more determined to move up.
He had worked so hard to train Jiang Xinran, and now that something like this had happened, Yu Yong could only sacrifice the pawn to save the king.
"I have already found a lawyer for you," Yu Yong lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Contact Jiang Quan to sign the divorce agreement, and you two can discuss it yourselves."
**
M City.
As a diplomat, Wei Jingke was thanking the captain of the M City Special Rescue Team at this time, "Thank you for this operation as well."
Otherwise, their rescue action would not have been so quick.
Hearing this, the captain of the special rescue team quickly bent down, with cold sweat on his back, "Master Wei, saving Miss Meng is our job, and the Painting Association's business is our business, please don't say that."
Wei Jingke just said normally, he didn't expect that the captain of the special rescue team was so panicked.
Listening carefully, there was a hint of fear in his words "Miss Meng".
What is going on?
Wei Jingke and Su Huang looked at each other.
"Master Wei, you are in City M. If you have any instructions, just tell us directly. We will be there at your beck and call." The captain of the special rescue team bowed.
After they left, Wei Jingke turned sideways and turned to Su Huang: "Strange..."
He originally wanted to ask about Su Huang and Meng Fu, but then he realized that he was less familiar with Su Huang than he was, so he didn't ask. There was no point in asking.
Su Huang also looked at the back of the captain of the special rescue team. When the backs of their cars had all disappeared, he turned around and walked towards the airport. While calling Ma Cen, he prepared to evacuate back to Beijing.
"Mr. Wei, do you want to stay here or go back with me?" After preparing everything, Su Huang asked Wei Jingke.
Wei Jingke shook his head, "I won't go back to the capital. I will go directly to the Federation the day after tomorrow."
He had other things to do in the Federation.
"Okay," Su Huang nodded, and at this time he also thought of another thing, "Miss Feng is going to take the exam for the Federal Fragrance Association?"
Hearing this, Wei Jingke looked a little serious, "There are still two months left. If she passes the exam, it will only be a matter of time for the Feng family to move into the Federation."
Su Huang nodded, didn't ask any more questions, said a few words to Wei Jingke, and returned to the capital.
Wei Jingke watched her back as she left, put his hands in his pockets, and prepared to go see Meng Fu.
**
Meng Fu was in the ward. She was still wearing her hospital gown. Her hand was surprisingly fine, but a CT scan showed some internal injuries.
When she woke up, in addition to calling Mr. Jiang, she also called Li Qingning, Xu Bochuan, Che Shaochuyue and the others to report that they were safe. "Don't, don't come. I'm fine."
"Sister Fan, I'll go see Director Gao." After finishing the call, Meng Fu lifted the quilt and tilted her head to look at Zhao Fan.
"Slow down, you should rest first. Look at your face, it's pale as a whit." Zhao Fan put down the thermos in his hand and handed the coat to Meng Fu. "Director Gao is just across the street, let's go."
Meng Fu took the coat and put it on herself. As she walked out, she tilted her head and coughed, "Sister Fan, did you bring me some wine?"
Zhao Fan remained calm and whispered, "It's in the cabinet next to your bed."
In the past, Zhao Fan would still take Meng Fu's identity as a singer into consideration and stand on the same side as Su Cheng.
But at this time, Meng Fu had escaped death and her life was hanging by a thread. Zhao Fan felt that he could not refuse Meng Fu, so when he bought food for Meng Fu, he secretly hid a can of wine.
"Go ahead." Meng Fu patted Zhao Fan on the shoulder.
Zhao Fan was modest for a moment, "By the way, President Yan also called you before and asked about you, and also said he wanted to come and see you."
"Oh." Meng Fu was not surprised.
The two were planning to go to Director Gao's ward together, but they didn't expect that Director Gao had already been pushed in by his wife.
It had been half a day since the rescue, and Zhao Fan and others notified Director Gao's family as soon as possible.
Director Gao's leg had just been put in a cast. He was sitting in a wheelchair with his leg raised high. His wife was pushing him. He was talking to Qin Hao: "Is everyone else in the crew okay?"
Qin Hao knocked on the door of Meng Fu's ward and said, "I have also arranged the crew members. In addition to some cameras, the USB drives and negatives are all here. I have given them all to the crew. You should take good care of your injuries first and don't worry about other things."
Zhao Fan opened the door and saw Director Gao and the others. He smiled and said, "I just said I was going to look for you."
When Gao's wife, who was pushing Gao's wheelchair, saw Meng Fu, she immediately put down the wheelchair she was pushing and bowed to Meng Fu with great gratitude, "Ms. Meng, thank you for saving our old Gao's life..."
Zhao Fan and Su Di didn't tell anyone, but Director Gao's wife heard it from Director Gao. If it weren't for Meng Fu, Director Gao would have died three days ago.
Qin Hao also turned to Meng Fu and stood up, finally letting go of his worry: "I'm glad you're okay."
"Madam Gao, please don't be so polite. It's only right. Director Gao has given Meng Fu many opportunities." Zhao Fan stopped Director Gao's wife and smiled.
"Is your hand really okay?" The two were talking peacefully, but Director Gao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Meng Fu's arm, "Theoretically, this is impossible..."
“Pah—”
Director Gao's wife slapped Director Gao on the forehead mercilessly, "What do you mean impossible? I think you are itching for trouble. Why don't you thank Miss Meng quickly?"
"No, no, no, it's possible, it's possible," Director Gao retracted his gaze and looked at Meng Fu sincerely, "How could there be something wrong with your hand!"
And say thank you.
As they were talking, Wei Jingke and Su Di came over to see Meng Fu.
"Miss Meng..." As soon as Su Di came in, he looked at Meng Fu excitedly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Others didn’t know, but Su Di had experienced it, so he naturally knew that the energy in Meng Fu’s body seemed to be greater than that in his?
Could it be that Meng Fu is also from the Guwu family?
But among the ancient martial arts families, I have never heard of anyone with the last name Jiang or Meng...
strangeness.
Wei Jingke put a bouquet of flowers he bought on the road on the table beside him. He was not familiar with Meng Fu and even felt a little embarrassed.
After waiting in the room for two minutes, he was about to go out.
Su Di sent him out first.
"This Miss Meng is really a little strange," Wei Jingke turned to Su Di, "You know that when you were in danger, the Painting Association here actually found the M City Special Rescue Team. The Painting Association has always been aloof and looked down on everyone. Even the Great Elders can't do anything about it. Don't you think it's strange?"
When Su Di heard Wei Jingke say this, he just raised his eyebrows, without being overly surprised, and just said "Oh".
Not to mention anything else.
Meng Fu is a very popular star. He can just pretend to be a racing driver and stand shoulder to shoulder with Bertram.
Also, the president of the Painting Association whom I met at Meng Fu's place last time must be from the headquarters of the Beijing Painting Association.
Then, there is the perfumer that Su Di has been guessing about.
Wei Jingke looked at Su Di and always felt that his "Oh" sounded a bit annoying.
**
The next day.
Yan Langfeng has been busy with Meng Fu's affairs at the reception office of the Painting Association in City M these past two days.
He was on the phone with the mayor of M City, and Yan Langfeng asked directly: "Do you know the Chu family in T City?"
After the rescue team rescued Meng Fu, Yan Langfeng had been asking people to investigate the fact that someone was preventing the M City Special Rescue Team from rescuing them.
The Chu family has always been secretive in their actions. Yan Langfeng's main force is in the capital, so it is difficult for him to find out the secrets of T City in a short period of time, but he has also found out a little bit.
Not to mention Yan Langfeng asking, even if he didn't ask, the Lord of M City would tell the truth.
After listening to the other party's explanation, Yan Langfeng frowned slightly and hung up the phone.
"Master." The assistant beside him poured a cup of tea for Yan Langfeng.
Yan Langfeng held the phone, lowered his head and thought for a while, then called Meng Fu again, "How is your health?"
Meng Fu was receiving an IV drip. "Teacher, it's okay, but the drawings for the semi-finals have to be submitted two days later."
The previous painting was pressed against the cliff.
"Okay." This was not a big deal for Yan Langfeng. He only hesitated for a moment before talking about what he was concerned about: "Is anyone in T City targeting you?"
"Yes," Meng Fu said slowly, "There are many people who envy, hate and envy me. God is jealous of talented people."
Yan Langfeng: “…”
The call was not loud, and not only Yan Langfeng but also the assistant beside Yan Langfeng heard it and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
In the past, people who spoke to Yan Langfeng, especially those from the Painting Association like He Xiyuan, were all serious and respectful. None of them was like Meng Fu.
So funny.
The assistant couldn't help but wonder when Meng Fu would go to the capital. That painting association would definitely be fun.
That group of old guys definitely can't win against Meng Fu.
Yan Langfeng: "...Then it's okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Langfeng held the phone in his palm and turned to his assistant, "Contact the T City Painting Association for me. Let's get ready and go back to T City immediately."
He wanted to see who dared to touch his disciple, Yan Langfeng!
**
This is Meng Fu.
She narrowed her eyes as she listened to Yan Langfeng's words, then sat up, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then directly pulled out the infusion tube.
"Ms. Meng, what are you doing?" The nurse who was taking notes nearby panicked, "You haven't fully recovered yet..."
Outside, Su Cheng, who was talking to Dr. Luo, walked in.
The infusion needle that Meng Fu had pulled out was still dripping with blood. Meng Fu was wearing a thin T-shirt, with her left hand hanging down, slender and thin, and the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand could be clearly seen.
"Brother Cheng, I want to go back to T City." Meng Fu put on her slippers and reached out to pick up her coat.
"Go back now?" Su Di, who had gone out to get breakfast, came back and was stunned when he heard this. "Ms. Meng, you haven't fully recovered yet."
Su Cheng retracted his gaze and made a prompt decision: "Prepare the plane tickets."
The attitudes of these two people were a little strange. Su Di and Zhao Fan looked at each other, but did not ask any more questions.
Su Di went straight to arrange the air ticket.
There is some distance between M City and T City.
Three hours later.
Meng Fu and his group arrived at T City Airport.
Wei Jingke had something to discuss with Su Cheng, so when they came back, Wei Jingke followed them.
Meng Fu’s nanny car is parked at the T City Airport. The nanny car is big enough to accommodate one more Wei Jingke.
"Hospital." Meng Fu made a prompt decision.
With just two words, no explanation was needed. Su Di knew that it was the hospital where Mr. Jiang was currently staying, and drove straight to the hospital.
Mr. Jiang has always had a separate VIP ward in the hospital.
But this time when he came back, the floor where Grandpa Jiang lived was very quiet. Zhao Fan and Su Di followed Meng Fu and Su Cheng out of the elevator. They looked at each other and could feel a strange atmosphere.
The closer she got to Mr. Jiang's ward, the deeper the corners of Meng Fu's lips became.
Su Cheng walked in front of her and pushed open half a step. With his current ability, he naturally knew that there was no one else in Grandpa Jiang's ward. He frowned slightly and pushed open the door of Grandpa Jiang's ward directly.
The ward was quiet, the curtains were drawn, and the only sound was the ticking of the instruments.
Su Cheng turned on the light by the door and saw Mr. Jiang lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He looked at the electrocardiogram next to him, which was beating very slowly, and sometimes stopped suddenly.
Zhao Fan's eyes changed, and he immediately pressed the bell beside Mr. Jiang's bed, "Where's the doctor? Where's the nurse? Where are they?!"
Seeing that the bedbell was useless, Zhao Fan went straight to the corridor to find the nurse and doctor.
Meng Fu and Su Cheng had already walked to the bedside.
Meng Fu pursed her lips and grabbed Mr. Jiang's arm.
She had previously planned a treatment plan for Mr. Jiang and brought him back from the brink of death. However, she did not expect that less than a week later, she would see Mr. Jiang in such a terrible condition.
Meng Fu said nothing and opened the box beside the bed where she had kept spices and medicine for Mr. Jiang.
As soon as I opened the lid, I saw that it was completely empty.
Outside, Jiang Xinchen, who had gone out to get some water, came in with a thermos. Seeing that the door was half-open, he pushed it open and saw Meng Fu. For the first time, he called out with a choked voice, "Sister."
Meng Fu put the box down and turned to Jiang Xinchen, her face showing no emotion: "Where are the things I left for grandpa? Where did they go? Why are you here alone? Where's the nurse? Where's the doctor?!"
Jiang Xinchen shook his head and put the kettle on the ground. "It's okay, I'm glad you're back. Grandpa has been talking about you when he occasionally woke up these two days." As he said that, he squatted beside the bed and called Grandpa Jiang: "Grandpa, wake up, sister is back..."
Old Master Jiang, who looked sick, pale and had his eyes tightly closed, seemed to sense something. His eyelids moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
"Fu'er, why are you back now?" Seeing Meng Fu, Grandpa Jiang's tired eyes suddenly brightened up, "I'm glad you're back. Grandpa is fine. People are always born, grow old, get sick and die."
Mr. Jiang said weakly, "Fuer, you and Xinchen should leave T City..."
Meng Fu pursed her lips. She half-knelt beside the bed, grabbed Mr. Jiang's wrist, turned to Jiang Xinchen, and said with a sullen face, "What's going on?"
Jiang Xinchen didn't say anything. Su Cheng saw that two minutes had passed and still no one came over. He tilted his head and said, "Su Di, go get the attending doctor."
Hearing Su Cheng's words, Mr. Jiang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Su Cheng's hand. He was a little emotional at the moment and couldn't speak. He just shook his head at him pleadingly.
"Don't go!" Jiang Xinchen raised his head, looked at Su Cheng and Meng Fu, shook his head, and choked up: "After you got into trouble two days ago, Dad called and said that ordinary people could not mobilize the special rescue team of M City, so Grandpa gave the things you left for him to the Chu family and asked them to report to M City. However, they don't want to let our Jiang family go. The Chu family's people are watching the entire hospital and not allowing any doctor to come to see Grandpa. The nurse who took care of Grandpa before has been arrested..."
"drop--"
The electrocardiogram beeps for a long time!
Mr. Jiang was too excited and fell into coma again.
Su Cheng took a deep breath and turned around: "Ask Dr. Luo to come over, and notify the Chen family."
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