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Jiang Meiqi really didnât want to say anything, but she couldnât hold it in anymore and blurted out, âYou know heâs been keeping a mistress out there, and sheâs given him a son. Iâve ignored him over these years, but now heâs gotten completely out of hand!â
Rong Weiwei was aware that Rong Nanfeng had a mistress on the side, but she wasnât as agitated as Jiang Meiqi. How many men in wealthy families didnât have someone else on the side? Not everyone was like Shi Mufeng, completely devoted to her without fooling around. It was quite normal for Rong Nanfeng to have someone on the side; if it werenât for the illegitimate child Rong
Nanfeng had with that mistress, she wouldnât have been able to easily drive Rong Yan out five years ago.
After all, without a son of his own, Rong Yan would have been the only daughter of the Rong Family.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
How could Rong Nanfeng bear to let her have his daughterâs status? It was only because he had a biological son that he didnât care!
âActually, itâs because Iâm not good enough. Dad doesnât like me, and thatâs why you keep arguing with him on my behalf. It led to Dad being entangled by some indecent woman outsideâ¦â She bit her lip, her head hanging down, her mood low, and even her voice carried a nasal tone.
Jiang Meiqi was originally still angry about Rong Nanfeng, but now her attention was fully on her daughter. Grasping her shoulders, she turned around to comfort her instead, âItâs not your fault that your dad and I argue, donât overthink it. Heâs doing it on purpose to pick fights with me. Youâre already very good and outstanding, mom has always been proud of you.â
Rong Weiwei, as if she had suffered a great wrong, suddenly plunged into her arms and started to sob, âMom, Iâm sorry, itâs all my fault. Maybe I should just quit the entertainment industry, that way sister wonât have friction with the family anymore, and wonât⦠wonâtâ¦â
She was crying so hard she couldnât catch her breath, unable to finish her sentence.
Jiang Meigi patted her back while trying to contain her anger, âQuit what? If anyone should quit, it should be her. Stop crying, it hurts mom to see you like this. Iâll think of a way to get you more resources. Iâll talk to your dad about investing in your movie. I refuse to believe that anyone can replace you!â
While she comforted Rong Weiwei, who was crying her heart out, she instructed the servant, âGo, make a phone call to Mufeng.â
The Rong Family was in complete chaos.
Inside the VIP hospital room at Kangfei Hospital, the years passed in peaceful silence, with warm light shining on the bed, casting a layer of soft orange glow throughout the room. Even the person lying quietly on the hospital bed seemed to have a bit more color in their cheeks.
By the bed, the little boy who had cried all afternoon finally tired out and fell asleep with his head resting on the edge.
Li Shengxiao picked up the little guy beside the bed and handed him over to the butler, instructing quietly, âTake Duidui to the next room to rest.â
The butler carefully took Li Duidui from his arms, frightened of waking the child with any sudden movements and whispered, âYes, Mr. Li.â
He carefully carried the little guy next doorâ¦
This hospital room was huge, called a VIP room, but it was more like the presidential suite of a hotel. Besides the master bedroom where Rong Yan lay, there was also a living room and a secondary bedroom. The overall decor was discreetly luxurious; if it werenât for the various instruments for measuring blood pressure and heart rate on the bedside, outsiders would never guess this was a hospital room.
Because this was his personal room, aside from him, Rong Yan was the first person to have stayed here.
Li Shengxiao stepped outside and lit a cigarette; the red flame flickered at his fingertips, and the shadow in his eyes finally seemed suppressed.
He leaned back on his leg, planning to finish this cigarette before having Cui Jiangjing come in for another check.
Just then, a sound like a kittenâs mew came from the person on the bed.
âMmmâ¦.â