"Where to?" Yi Zhengwei asked as they left the Yi residence.
Song Qing thought for a moment, wondering about the condition of her beloved car, but still smiled and said, "Would Mr. Yi like to be my driver?"
"certainly."
After a moment's thought, Song Qing said, "The First Hospital."
After she finished speaking, she turned on her phone. "Secretary Liu, it's me."
"Don't ask those questions yet. Notify all departments to prepare. Fuhua will be holding a press conference tomorrow."
She had just hung up the phone when her phone started buzzing with text messages. She glanced at one, then let the phone ring incessantly without looking at any more, only continuing to make the second call after she had finished receiving all the messages.
"Mom, it's me. Um, it's nothing. I just went out for a walk to clear my head." Her voice remained calm.
"I'm going to the hospital to see my dad now."
"You mean they're here too?" She pursed her lips and sat up straight.
"No, I'll go. I have to see Dad."
Without a second thought, she hurriedly called her aunt. Her voice was light and cheerful, "Hi, Aunt. I'm fine. Yes, Fuhua did run into some trouble, but we can manage."
She didn't speak for a long time, which clearly showed that she was very worried, and she kept talking.
She frowned suddenly, then relaxed her brows and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's really not necessary."
"Bill and Wu Peng will help me, but please let me handle the rest, Aunt." Although Aunt had explained the situation clearly, she still insisted on her own opinion and was unwilling to let Haotian help. This was an internal matter for Fuhua, just like Weisheng back then. Money could not solve all problems.
She dialed Xu Zhihan's cell phone, but it was always switched off. Perhaps the recent media troubles had caused him distress, so she called the research institute instead.
The reply came back that Xu Zhihan had not appeared since today, and they could not find him.
Do you know what happened?
"This...this...Mr. Song, we don't know." The person on the other end stammered.
Song Qing didn't have time to waste with them, so she simply hung up the phone and fell into deep thought. Xu Zhihan, logically speaking, shouldn't be unable to find him at this point; he always had a very strong sense of responsibility, and besides, he was now a member of the Song family.
Yi Zhengwei drove quietly, watching her ever-changing expressions: sometimes deep in thought, sometimes decisive, sometimes hesitant, sometimes confused.
A woman facing so much would have broken most people long ago. He sighed softly to himself, and seeing the crisscrossing wounds on her face, a surge of anger welled up again.
"Do you want me to come up with you?" Yi Zhengwei asked. Based on what they had just talked about on the phone, there should be someone she didn't want to see at the hospital right now.
She intended to refuse, but for some reason, she nodded at him and, as if by some strange impulse, took his arm as if it were just a formality.
Yi Zhengwei paused for a moment, then grinned, looked up at the sanatorium, and roughly understood what was going on.
"I owe you so many favors, what am I going to do?" she asked softly as she climbed the stairs, amidst the clatter of footsteps.
She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps seeking an answer. But her voice was too soft, so Yi Zhengwei simply ignored it, letting it be swallowed up by the sound of footsteps.
Before entering, she took a breath. There was a small mirror next to her, and she glanced at herself unconsciously.
"Some things are all about the heart," Yi Zhengwei said, considerately knocking on the door first before gentlemanly pushing it open and entering.
Song Ning was sobbing on Yan Xunan's shoulder, while Xu Heng was bending over to carefully examine Song Jingmo. Besides Song Ning's soft sobs, the only other sound in the room was the whirring of the oxygen machine beside the bed.
Xu Heng saw Song Qing pause for a moment, then mouthed a signal for them to be quiet.
She walked straight and gently to the bedside and saw that her father's face was pale and he seemed to have aged a lot. Even though he was unconscious, his brows were still furrowed and his face was full of worry. His breathing was also very unstable.
She crouched down, touched her father's hand, clenched it tightly, rubbed it against her face, and lowered her head, only her shoulders trembling slightly. Yi Zhengwei stood behind her, gently stroking her shoulder with one hand and kneading it lightly, ignoring the unfriendly gazes coming from the side; he even scoffed at them.
After a long while, she finally raised her head. Her face was normal, but her eyes were bloodshot, which, combined with the scars on her face, made her look rather unsightly.
Xu Heng put away his medical tools and gestured for them to come out.
"This was a very dangerous situation, but fortunately it was in the hospital and he received timely treatment. However, the current situation is not very optimistic, and your father's stubbornness is very detrimental to the treatment."
"Uncle Xu, when will Dad wake up?" Song Qing asked, her face pale.
"I don't know yet. If you have time, I'll come and talk to him often. That's all I can do for now." Xu Heng was worried not only about Song Jingmo, but also about Song Qing. This child seemed strong, but this blow was indeed too heavy.
She nodded.
"I still have to make my rounds, you two chat."
Song Qing thanked him and leaned weakly against the wall.
"Qing'er, where have you been these past few days?" Yan Xunan was initially very angry, but seeing Song Qing's appearance, he knew that something must have happened to her, so he quickly asked.
Song Qing looked up and stared at him coldly without saying a word.
"Mr. Yan, congratulations on your soaring stock price," Yi Zhengwei said indifferently.
"Mr. Yi, this is a family matter today. May I ask your status here? Oh, I almost forgot, where's your Cinderella? Doesn't she need your care?" After saying that, Song Ning turned to Song Qingdao and said, "Sister, where's brother-in-law? Oh, I forgot to mention, brother-in-law already knew the truth a long time ago." Song Ning was not happy that Yan Xunan had been taken advantage of, so she immediately hit the two of them where it hurt.
Yan Xunan frowned when he saw Song Ning's childish appearance.
Yi Zhengwei remained calm, stroked his chin, and smiled, "Miss Song, you've probably forgotten that I'm Fuhua's partner. Now that Fuhua is facing a crisis and our cooperative project has run into problems, I think I have the right to inquire about this, both morally and logically. Or, Miss Song, should I ask you if it's true that you publicly stated at the press conference that you possess all the technical data of Fuhua Power One?"
Song Ning's face paled, but she still raised her chin and said coldly, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
"If it's true, then as soon as you launch the product, I will sue you for stealing trade secrets; if it's not true, then please retract your words in public." Song Qing stood up and walked to Yi Zhengwei's side, speaking calmly.
Everyone gasped. Song Ning looked up at her incredulously, her voice trembling slightly, "What?"