"Mom, why are you here?" Jiang Meiqi put down the things in her hand, lifted her head, and said, "It wasn't Weiwei. Weiwei rushed here after her magazine shoot and didn't have time to buy these things. These were brought in just now by a nurse. They said someone came to see me, got to the door of the ward, but didn't come in—just left the stuff and walked away. I've been wondering who sent them."
"I came to see you," Old Madame Jiang said with a tense face, not knowing who she thought of, "Did the nurse say whether it was a man or a woman?"
Jiang Meiqi thought for a moment, "I think they said it was a young woman."
A woman? And a young one at that? Old Madame Jiang's face suddenly turned ugly, darkening as she said, "It couldn't be that wretch Rong Yan, could it?"
"Rong Yan?" Jiang Meiqi's expression quickly cooled, a hint of disgust seeping through her indifference, as if talking about a stranger, "What is she here for?"
