Only Gu Mingyu knew the torments of the past six years, sleepless nights filled with An Xiangrong's accusatory words.
It was the An family who abused their adopted daughter. An Xiangrong was undoubtedly willful and spoiled, constantly humiliating An Ling. And An Jie, he had even tried to do unspeakable things to An Ling.
They were reaping what they sowed. But why did his heart still ache every time he thought of it during the dark nights?
"Ah Rong, now that you have taken the project from that White Lotus lady, I bet she will be crying over Gu Mingyu, that scumbag, again."
Thinking about An Ling's failure, Lin Baobao couldn't help but laugh, which brought her joy.
However, seeing An Xiangrong's indifferent expression, Lin Baobao's laughter faded, "Ah Rong, aren't you happy about getting the project?"
"This is just one millionth of it, all of An Group's properties are in An Ling's hands."
The company, hotels, and many other properties, all belonged to An Ling.
Hearing this, Lin Baobao was full of resentment, "Don't worry, she will eventually lose all of those assets. An adopted daughter like her couldn't possibly be so lucky."
An Xiangrong remained silent. Although she had seized this project from An Ling, she knew An Ling would not let it go so easily.
"Weiwei, Mommy is home."
Upon returning to the An residence, a hint of a smile could be seen on An Xiangrong's face. She called out to An Wei as she pushed open the front door.
But there was no response.
"Weiwei?"
An Xiangrong's face changed and her voice became louder. Lin Baobao, who had followed her inside, also joined in, "Weiwei, darling?"
The house was still eerily quiet.
An Xiangrong's face turned ghostly white. Dropping her bag, she flung open the bedroom door.
"Weiwei?"
"Weiwei, wake up..."
Weiwei lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his lips pale.
Lin Baobao quickly said, "Ah Rong, let's take Weiwei to the hospital first."
An Xiangrong picked up Weiwei and headed out. Lin Baobao moved ahead of her to open the car door. Holding Weiwei, An Xiangrong's face was deadly pale, "Baobao, drive fast."
"Okay, you hold Weiwei tight."
After Lin Baobao started the car, she immediately floored the accelerator. Thankfully, it was already past eleven o'clock, and the streets were practically empty, allowing them to reach the city's hospital.
"Doctor, doctor..."
An Xiangrong's voice was hoarse with desperation. The people in the lobby all looked their way, including Xiao Han.
"Put the child down first, I am a doctor."
"Doctor, I beg you, save my son."
Upon hearing Xiao Han, An Xiangrong clung to him as if he were her lifeline, but Xiao Han was taken aback when he looked at her.
After a few seconds, he spoke softly, "Don't worry, I will examine him first."
"Does this child have congenital heart disease?"
"Yes."
Seeing An Xiangrong nod, Xiao Han's eyes became serious, "You guys go prepare for his admission, he needs surgery immediately."
"Ah Rong, you first take Weiwei. I'll handle the admission procedures."
An Xiangrong nodded, and followed Xiao Han out right away.
A few minutes later, Weiwei was taken into the operating room. An Xiangrong's gaze was fixed on the red light above the operating room. She was so focused that she didn't notice Xiao Han had left.
Xiao Han glanced at An Xiangrong before pulling out his cell phone.
With Gu Mingyu's number in hand, Xiao Han hesitated.
As Gu Mingyu's brother, he knew how much Gu Mingyu cared about An Xiangrong. But the events of six years ago, An Jie's death?
"Hello?"
Xiao Han was lost in thought when Gu Mingyu's voice came from the other end.
After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Han finally spoke softly, "Ah Yu, I've seen Xiangrong."
Upon hearing that name, Gu Mingyu's heart seemed to stop for a moment.
"Ah Yu, are you still listening?"
There was no response from the other end, and Xiao Han couldn't resist speaking. If it weren't for the sound of breathing on the line, he would have thought the call was hung up.
After a long silence, Gu Mingyu spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Where is she?"
As soon as Xiao Han gave him the address, Gu Mingyu immediately hung up, grabbed his car keys from the table, and headed out, his face somber and his pace hurried.
"Ah Yu, where are you going?"
An Ling, who had just gotten out of the shower, looked at the hastily departing Gu Mingyu with confusion. Gu Mingyu, who had already reached the door, simply left with a brief "Something came up."
"What is..."
Before An Ling could finish, Gu Mingyu had disappeared from the doorway, and the sound of a car starting reverberated from downstairs.
An Ling rushed to the window and saw Gu Mingyu's car speeding away. For some reason, a sense of panic flashed through her heart, and she quickly picked up her phone to dial a number.