Chapter 1097: Chapter 1102: Continuing on One Side, One Side 8

“You…”

“Get out!” Beiming Han’s voice was chillingly cold, causing tremors in the hearts of all three present.

“…”

“Fine, I’ll leave! I’m going to tell Gu Qingxin what kind of person you are right now!” Ye Yingsu said, picking up her phone angrily and storming out.

The door slammed shut loudly behind her.

Once she left, Beiming Han sat back down, clutching his stomach, his face ghostly pale.

“Big Brother, I’ll stop her.” Huangfu Ye immediately prepared to chase after her.

Bai Jingqing nervously gave him a few pills to swallow.

“No need. She won’t go!” Beiming Han closed his eyes. He knew Ye Yingsu. She was just talking out of anger; she wouldn’t really divulge anything to Gu Qingxin.

“Did she say anything that morning?” Beiming Han asked Huangfu Ye.

“She was suspicious, but I managed to wave it away,” Huangfu Ye replied.

“…”

Beiming Han wanted to ask if she had brought up ‘that matter’…

But he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“Big Brother, what you need most now is to recuperate from your gastric illness,” Bai Jingqing said, his voice tinged with worry.

“Yes, Big Brother, what do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it for you!”

“You guys should leave. I need to rest,” Beiming Han replied, his voice showing his fatigue.

“Big Brother.”

“Get out.” Beiming Han leaned back, closing his eyes and keeping silent.

Seeing this, the two decided to leave him be for now.

“I’m going to skin that bastard Tang Rongling alive!” Huangfu Ye gritted his teeth in hatred. He couldn’t help but wish to peel off Tang Rongling’s skin, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.

“Don’t stir more trouble. We have to respect Brother’s decisions. Why don’t you go to North Garden and get Qingxin to make some noodles, bring them here. I recall Brother likes them,” Bai Jingqing suggested.

“Noodles, right! Why didn’t I think of that! If Big Brother can’t eat anything else, he might be able to stomach Qingxin’s handmade noodles,” Huangfu Ye immediately rushed off.

Moreover, he had been worried about Gu Qingxin’s current situation and needed to check on her.

…

In the hospital.

After two days and two nights of intensive care, Tang Rongling’s life was finally saved. Beiming Lingyun had stood vigil outside the entire time, not daring to leave. He couldn’t help but sigh, “The face that sank a thousand ships.” His sons were troublesome, Long Xuxu was causing problems, and his two grandsons were fighting over a woman to the death.

Mu Wanhua was crying so hard she was on her last legs. Tang Rongling’s sister, Tang Qin, had also been hastily called home from school. Tang Rongling’s injuries were so severe that Mu Wanhua couldn’t manage it all alone.

Tang Rongling’s injuries were critical, he was battered almost beyond recognition, several ribs were broken and he was shot near his heart, even a fractional shift, and he would have indubitably died.

The doctors couldn’t fathom who could inflict such a grave injury yet leave the victim barely alive.

Only a vendetta could drive someone to such extremes.

Mu Wanhua looked at her son, his face swathed in bandages, a constant stream of tears welling from her eyes.

“My poor boy. He lost his father at a young age and never knew a father’s love. Being fostered out to another family in his teens was challenging. Just when he was finally recognized by his family, he is nearly beaten to death,” she lamented.

Mothers often say, “When a child is hurt, the mother feels the pain.” This saying was proving to be heartbreakingly true for Mu Wanhua. She felt her heart would shatter from the pain.