Chapter 222

She suddenly seemed to become a little woman-like, and then, in front of him, she casually waved her hand, and finally she left this place in a very nonchalant manner.

Watching his retreating back, he merely sighed helplessly, and in the end he just kept standing by the window.

Only after that woman came out of the company and got into a car did he finally let his heart settle.

In the end, he kept both of those reports, and then transmitted them in the form of photos.

No matter what, he would not casually take on this thing; he must verify its authenticity.

Because only then can these things truly be put to use in his hands.

Zong Long was awakened in the middle of the night by a full bladder.

He walked out of his room, intending to go to the study to get some water to drink.

Just then, he heard a clinking sound coming from downstairs; he felt it strange—how could there be any movement in the middle of the night?

He walked to the railing, looked down, and discovered that the noise was coming from the kitchen.

He glanced into the corner on the first floor; at that moment, the servants' room lights were still off, indicating that no servant was inside.

So he curiously went downstairs and arrived at the kitchen.

He pushed the door open and took a look inside, discovering that his own daughter was in there, busy with something he didn't know.

"Mengni, what are you doing here? It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Oh no, Dad, you scared me to death—when you walk, you make no sound at all!"

"Heh, I haven't made a sound yet; I was just about to shout loudly in front of you, and I had already knocked on the door just now."

"Oh, Dad, I really didn't hear it."

Zong Long said as he walked over, he saw a pot of soup simmering there, and he wasn't sure what the soup was for.

However, looking inside, there were many colorful things placed.

Some of the things, he couldn't even name.

"You, what are you fussing about in the middle of the night? Why are you boiling soup at this hour? If you want soup, couldn't you just have Sister Zhang make it for you tomorrow?"

"Dad, you don't understand—this is a soup for women."

"What? A soup for women—what's wrong with you again?"

"Oh no, Dad, just don't worry about it—go upstairs and rest."

"No, you've never done this before—tell me, what's going on? Who is this soup for? I'm asking you—you didn't take it to the hospital, did you?"

"That's right, I really did bring it to the hospital. I found this folk remedy online, said to help restore vitality in women after a miscarriage, and it should be very helpful."

"Mengni, I know what you're thinking, but under these circumstances, do you think they would accept you?"

"Whether they accept it or not is their business, but whether I send it or not is mine."

"Mengni, why are you so stubborn? He already told you that before."

"Dad, don't say anything—this matter is a disaster I caused, so I will take responsibility for it; if not, I can bear legal responsibility."

"What are you saying? How could there be legal responsibility? As long as Dad is here, how could he let you bear such responsibility?"

"Alright, alright, Dad, go to sleep quickly—your being here will only interfere with my progress."

"Okay, when you're done, please rest well. Also, if you need to go to the hospital, arrange for a few people to go with you—under no circumstances should you go alone."

"Okay, I understand, you can relax."

Zong Mengni said, then impatiently pushed Song Long out from inside.

Although Zong Long was still a bit uneasy, seeing his daughter like this, he had no choice—it was unavoidable.

He knew that Zong Mengni was actually just such a person—she looked like a pampered young lady, but inside she was still very kind.

Even in this conflict, he had no idea what the cause was, but he simply held firm to one belief.

That is, if the other party is not excessive, then his daughter would never do such a thing.

The next morning, when he got up again, Zong Long discovered that Zong Mengni had already disappeared.

His daughter had grown up; everything would also be because of his marriage. Moreover, Zong Long had already arranged for people to stay by his side earlier, and these days they never left him.

Just as Zong Long had imagined, Zong Mengni indeed arrived at the hospital early in the morning.

He arrived outside the intensive care unit and immediately saw Xiao Yunzhe squatting on that chair.

It was obvious he had also spent the night sleepless.

When he walked over, Xiao Yunzhe lifted his head and glanced at him.

However, a look of worry quickly appeared on his face.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome—please leave right now."

His voice startled the people nearby.

Xiao Jingrou quickly came over.

Because Xiao Jingrou had never seen this girl before, she also didn't know who she was.

Brother, how should I say this? Is she here to visit sister-in-law? Miss, how should I address you?

What do you know? Do you know how your sister-in-law got injured?

What do you mean? She is, she is the person who locked up the sister-in-law?

That's right, it's him. If it weren't for her, do you think your sister-in-law would be like this?

After hearing that, Xiao Jingrou's face changed dramatically.

If that's the case, I really don't know where you got the courage to dare to come visit; this place doesn't welcome you, please leave immediately.

I know, I know you all don't welcome me, but this is my little token of thought; please accept it. This soup is very helpful for her health; I simmered it all night, and I've left it here.

As she spoke, Zong Mengni placed the insulated bucket on the window beside.

I'm truly sorry; I didn't want this to happen either. If you want me to take responsibility for anything, I'll wait for you. Sorry.

After Zong Mengni sincerely said those words, she then bowed deeply.

"Take it, your soup, I don't need it."

After seeing that, Xiao Yunzhe picked up the thermos and then threw it onto the ground.