Zhuang Weihan sent someone to take her home, but she insisted on going to the hospital first.
Arriving at the door of the ward, Lin Jiyue pushed the door open anxiously. As soon as she entered the ward, she was stunned.
A middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting in front of the hospital bed. The middle-aged woman was very beautiful, with a transcendent temperament, beautiful appearance, and a delicate and perfect face that looked like a certain person.
Zhuang Weihan stood in front of the hospital bed, his back to her, and his expression could not be seen.
Hearing the movement behind them, Zhuang Weihan and Su Peiqin both turned around, one with a look of astonishment, the other with a look of pride.
"Yueyue, why are you here?"
Didn't you tell the driver to take her back to rest first?
"I heard that Cheng was admitted to the hospital again. How is he?"
"Why are you here?"
Before Zhuang Weihan could answer, Su Peiqin spoke coldly.
"What are the bodyguards doing? How come irrelevant people are let in?"
Such a sharp look, such a cold look, such a proud expression.
"Aqin, she is Cheng's sister, my daughter, not an unrelated person."
Su Peiqin snorted coldly, "Is she the daughter you mentioned that suddenly appeared?"
Zhuang Weihan walked to Lin Jiyue and pulled her in front of Su Peiqin, "Yueyue, this is your aunt and Cheng Heyao's mother. From now on, you can call her Aunt Qin."
Su Peiqin, who once gave her 30 million to send her away from her son, suddenly became her stepmother?
Lin Jiyue only thought it was ridiculous, but in front of Zhuang Weihan, she still politely shouted:
"Aunt Qin."
Su Peiqin stood up, with a height of 1.72 meters, a graceful figure, and a beautiful face, but she was imposing.
"Don't call so early. Can you enter the banker's gate? I haven't nodded yet. Han, I'm leaving first. I will return to the villa tomorrow."
"Aqin, Yueyue is my child, this time, everything is up to me!"
Zhuang Weihan's voice was cold, but with unquestionable firmness.
Su Peiqin turned around and stared straight at Lin Jiyue, "Han, are you so sure about whether she is your child?"
That look was filled with suspicion, disdain, and a bit of resentment.
"I believe her!"
Su Peiqin smiled coldly, "I will naturally find out whether it is true or not."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
As soon as she left, the tense atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated. Lin Jiyue hurriedly walked to the hospital bed. The person on the hospital bed had her eyes closed and her face was pale.
"Uncle Zhuang, how is he?"
Such Zhuang Licheng made her heartache. Even though she knew she shouldn't have such feelings, she still couldn't control her heart.
"It's okay, I just lost too much blood and am still very weak.
When I was at the airport in the morning, I received a call from the housekeeper here in China, saying that Zhuang Licheng had been attacked and shot in the chest, and his condition was very critical.
Lin Jiyue's mood at that time could not be described in words. For a moment, all the senses in her body were taken away, leaving only panic, yes, incomparable panic and fear.
She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand, and gently touched Zhuang Licheng's pale face. In her heart, a trace of pain made her eyes red.
"Uncle Zhuang, can I wait here for him to wake up?"
She was still worried until she saw Zhuang Licheng wake up.
"Yueyue, you just came back, why don't you go back and take a rest first."
"Yueyue, you just came back, why don't you go back and take a rest first."