After leaving his father behind, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles has g

In the car.

Rong Zheng sat close to the window, secretly glancing at Song Shiyan, who was sitting with her in the back seat. He was on the phone, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and casually resting the other on his crossed knees.

His profile was sharp and deep, and his slightly pursed thin lips exuded a cold and aloof aura. He rarely spoke, and his replies were always brief, such as "hmm," "okay," "can," or "to be determined."

Few words, heavy with meaning, a light voice, and a strong sense of pressure.

A moment later, he hung up the phone. Rong Zheng mustered her courage and took the initiative to start a conversation, "Big brother, could I ask you for a favor?"

Song Shiyan's indifferent gaze fell on Rong Zheng's face. "What are you busy with?"

"Could you please not tell Pei Chuan about you running into me at Yunqi Manor?"

Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng quietly without saying a word.

His gaze was deep, and his dark eyes held a powerful intensity when he looked at someone quietly. Rong Zheng felt uneasy under his gaze. "I don't want him to worry. I know what I did was wrong, and I won't do it again."

Song Shiyan looked out the window and after two seconds gave a faint "hmm".

Rong Zheng knew he had agreed, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, brother."

Song Shiyan did not respond further.

Having achieved her goal, Rong Zheng stopped bothering him and sat quietly, enjoying the scenery outside the window.

Beijing truly lives up to its reputation as a developed city in China, with skyscrapers standing side by side, a constant flow of traffic, and an air filled with a bustling and affluent modern atmosphere.

As she was admiring a unique building, a man's deep, clear voice rang out in the car.

"How is Tangtang?"

When talking about her daughter, Rong Zheng's expression softened instantly. "She's doing well. She eats and sleeps well, and has gained three pounds in a month, which is about an ounce a day."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly. "Why haven't you posted any photos of her lately?"

Rong Zheng's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing this.

She sent Tangtang's photos to Song Shiyan to make her daughter more visible in front of him, hoping he would like Tangtang. She wanted to help her daughter get close to him and use his prestige in the Lu family to ensure her daughter wouldn't be mistreated there.

Since she decided to divorce Lu Peichuan, she has stopped sending Song Shiyan photos of her daughter.

After the divorce, her daughter no longer lived with the Lu family and could no longer receive their protection, and she did not want to have any connection with the Lu family.

But she couldn't say that.

After a brief moment of stiffness, Rong Zheng smiled and said, "She's gained weight, so I stopped posting. I was afraid that when she grows up, she'll be unhappy if she finds out that I've been posting pictures of her chubby as a child everywhere."

Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng with suspicion.

Rong Zheng could tell he didn't believe her, so she added, "Soon it will be Madam Song's 80th birthday. I'll bring Tangtang to the capital to celebrate with her. You'll see for yourself how much weight Tangtang has gained."

At that time, I didn't know if she and Lu Peichuan were divorced, but regardless of whether she could come or not, I brought it up as an excuse to get through this hurdle first.

Sure enough, the man responded with a faint "hmm" and then turned to look out the window.

As the man's oppressive gaze withdrew, Rong Zheng felt as if the spell binding her body had been broken, and she couldn't help but let out a silent sigh of relief.

Shortly after, the car pulled into Huanan Hospital and stopped in front of the inpatient department. The man's deep, clear voice rang out, "Do you need me to take you up?"

Rong Zheng quickly waved her hand, "No need, it's already too much trouble for you to bring it over." After saying that, she opened the car door, got out, closed the door, and said goodbye to the man inside the car, "Take care, brother."

Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng and said meaningfully, "I am very familiar with the president of Huanan Hospital."

Rong Zheng blinked blankly.

Why did he suddenly tell her this?

Yunqi Mountain Villa can open a green channel for South China Hospital, so it's obvious that he's familiar with the hospital director. There's no need to bring it up again.

Song Shiyan pursed his lips and looked at Rong Zheng without saying a word.

That look seemed to say: Think about the deeper meaning in my words again.

Rong Zheng blinked twice more, then suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could he be telling her that he's close to the dean, and that if she sneaks out to play again, he'll find out very quickly?

"Don't worry, brother. I have deeply realized my mistake and will never repeat it."

"Okay." Song Shiyan nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Fang Zheng in the driver's seat. "Drive."

Rong Zheng watched the car speed away, speechless. He really meant it.

How could you not believe her at all?

Just because you sneaked out to play, you've already left such an unreliable impression?

The crucial point is that this was a lie she told.

Rong Zheng couldn't help but sigh, lying always comes at a price.

Rong Zheng entered the inpatient department and, after inquiring, learned that Su Qingya had indeed come here as well, and was staying two floors below her. Rong Zheng was staying on the 8th floor, and Su Qingya was staying on the 6th floor.

At noon, Lu Peichuan returned and brought her lunch.

As Lu Peichuan placed the lunchboxes on the table, he asked Rong Zheng, "How were you feeling this morning? Still feeling dizzy?"

The morning felt very exciting.

Stalking, wrist-cutting, kissing, and then running into Song Shiyan, that living devil, my heart was on edge all morning, but thankfully, everything went relatively smoothly.

"I feel great, I'm not dizzy anymore. I asked the doctor, and he said I can only be discharged tomorrow. We originally booked a flight back tonight, but we're going back tomorrow. Will that affect your work?"

We need to stay another night to film some videos of Lu Peichuan and Su Qingya spending time together.

Lu Peichuan pulled out a chair, watched Rong Zheng sit down, and then sat down beside her. "No, I've already taken care of it. You can rest and recover."

"Okay." Rong Zheng began to eat.

Lu Peichuan placed a piece of beef on Rong Zheng's plate. "There are some projects at the company that I have to oversee personally. I need to attend a video conference. In order not to disturb your rest, I will go to the lounge on the first floor to handle my work."

This is probably just an excuse for him to leave and take care of Su Qingya.

Rong Zheng nodded, "Mm."

"Don't wander off. Call me if anything happens."

"it is good."

After dinner, Lu Peichuan said he had a meeting scheduled for 1 p.m. and then left.

Rong Zheng followed him to the 6th floor and secretly filmed many videos of him and Su Qingya interacting. However, because they were in the hospital, the two did not engage in any inappropriate behavior.

That evening, Lu Peichuan had dinner with her and didn't leave.

Rong Zheng went to sleep at nine o'clock, around nine-thirty. Lu Peichuan probably thought she was sound asleep, so he gently left the ward.

She secretly followed him again and saw Lu Peichuan enter Su Qingya's ward. Through the small window in the door, Rong Zheng saw that Su Qingya seemed to be throwing a tantrum, as if she felt that Lu Peichuan had stayed with her for too long.

Lu Peichuan patiently coaxed her, and finally got into Su Qingya's hospital bed fully clothed. He put his arm around her shoulder and sat on the bed to talk.

Rong Zheng was pleased that her surveillance had paid off, as she had captured a video of the two in bed together, when suddenly a voice came from behind her, "What are you doing here, sneaking around like that?"