Chapter 730: 375 Opposition_3
Ming Jing furrowed her brows: âDo you really want to know?â
Zhu Shaodan adamantly said: âI have to know.â
âAlright.â
Ming Jing pulled him to one side, and after a while, a young manâs angry growl was heard: âZhu Xiangxiang... How dare she.â
âI told you the truth, but donât act impulsively and do something stupid. Now that Madam Zhu is sick, itâs your Senior who is holding up the Zhus. As the Zhusâ only pillar of support, impulsiveness wonât solve problems. Youâre already sixteen years old, and itâs time to grow up after all this time.â
Zhu Shaodan hung his head, his sharpness gone, like a deflated ball, listless and downcast.
âWhen will my dad wake up?â
Bo Yuxun walked over and said, âMr. Zhu has injured his nervous system in the brain. Many famous neurosurgeons have consulted on his case, but no one can say for sure when he will wake up. It depends on fate now.â
Zhu Shaodan didnât notice Bo Yuxun at the banquet that day, so this was his first time seeing the man in front of him, thinking he was Ming Jingâs friend.
He looked dignified, graceful, and full of mature charm, yet his face was extremely young, his speech eloquent and refined, with an air of nobility.
Zhu Shaodan looked doubtful: âYouâre a doctor?â
The man nodded.
Zhu Shaodan glanced at Ming Jing with some impatience, but she pretended not to see it: âYou should go back. Staying here is useless. Madam Zhu might feel better seeing you.â
Or, maybe worse.
âI dare not speculate.â
Bo Yuxun was investigating the events of that year, and he might already have some clues. And Ming Jing, she and Madam had a deep-seated hatred between them.
With these two together, what could they talk about? They could guess even with their toes.
Besides, was Bo Yuxun really staying in Jiangzhou just to avoid Mayor Qian? This excuse might work for others, but it seemed ridiculous to the Bos.
Ten Mayor Qians were not enough for the Bos to even carry their shoes.
âDo you think Ming Jing is really Ran Bowenâs daughter?â The woman suddenly asked softly.
Zhou Xue was taken aback, âThere... shouldnât be any falsehood, right? Ran Tengxiao personally confirmed it. He is not the same as the Zhu family.â
Ran Tengxiao was not like those fools in the Zhu family, and he wouldnât be so easily fooled.
The woman curved her lips and raised her hand to gently touch the dead branches, her tender expression like caressing her loverâs face.
âNo matter who she is, since she has chosen to stand against me, there is no turning back.â
A long sigh dissipated into the night.
âWhat a pity, I actually admired you so much.â
Zhou Xue lowered her gaze without saying a word, her heart uneasy.
âHow is the matter going?â
The woman turned around, her eyes colder and darker than the chilly winter night.