Chapter 469 - Chapter 469: Winning Rong Qi Over
Chapter 469: Winning Rong Qi Over
Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After getting retorted, Rong Feiyu and her companions remained silent, refusing to leave. Even though they knew they were helpless here, they stayed on, waiting for Rong Tianshi to wake up. They feared that in a moment of impulsivity, he would disclose the password and address to Rong Qi, just because she had willingly donated blood.
Mrs. Rong Sr. sat on a long bench, rubbing her eyes tearfully and yawning repeatedly. Her gaze kept wandering back to the stern-faced man sitting across from her. There was a niggling sense of familiarity, yet she couldn’t place where she had seen him before. Suddenly, she pointed at Sheng Jian and shouted, “You! You’re the man who took Chu Jing away from the hospital!”
Sheng Jian slightly raised an eyebrow and adjusted the collar of his coat, “You recognize me now? So, how does it feel to realize your son is utterly useless? Not only did I take away his woman, but I’ve also won over his daughter.”
His words oozed arrogance, darkening Mrs. Rong Sr.’s face with indignation. She questioned, “Weren’t you just a coal miner?”
Mrs. Rong Sr. felt a surge of discomfort wash over her as she observed Sheng Jian’s lavish attire, his leather shoes even cleaner than her own face. When Chu Jing left the Rong family, Mrs. Rong Sr. cursed Chu Jing relentlessly, telling everyone that Chu Jing was foolish for running away with a loser. But now, that “loser” was a successful man standing before her, someone she couldn’t afford to offend.
Mrs. Rong Sr.’s heart churned with discomfort. She grasped Rong Feiyu’s hand and said, “Feiyu, you must value yourself in the future. Don’t run off with just any man. Ultimately, only someone born without a mother’s upbringing would commit such an act.”
The words were brimming with disdain.
Sheng Jian squinted, glaring at Su Yifan, “Kid, you better open your eyes wide in the future. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Don’t be fooled into bankruptcy while raising another man’s child.”
Sheng Jian was making a point, and quite effectively so. He had always been quick-witted, even as a young man. Age had done nothing to dampen his audacity.
Mrs. Rong Sr. was fuming, her face turning crimson red. She gripped her cane tightly, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
Rong Feiyu glanced at the distracted Su Yifan, her face pale, and clasped her grandmother’s hand, “Grandma, let’s stop talking and wait for Dad.”
‘Who knows what else the man across from them, with his slicked-back hair, would say next?’ Rong Feiyu thought.
Two hours later, the door to the operating room finally opened.
Rong Qi was supported by two nurses, her face as white as a sheet, and her steps faltering. There was no vitality left in her.
Sheng Jian’s eyebrows knitted together in severe displeasure as he went over to her, whisking his coat around her frail form. “Wasn’t this just a blood draw? What the hell, did she get tortured? What’s going on?”
Sheng Jian’s tone had lost all civility. Seeing Rong Qi in such a state was unnerving for him.
The nurses were startled by his booming voice, stammering as they explained, “Sir, the patient had severe blood loss, so we had to take more blood from Mrs. Ye. W-we did it with her consent.”
After saying that, the nurses hurried away, as if fleeing the scene.
Sheng Jian’s aura was icy cold. He thought, ‘Was it her sheer willpower that had kept her going in this weakened state?’
He gently supported Rong Qi, helping her to sit down, “Let’s get you a bed and rest for a while.”
Rong Qi nodded.
Sheng Jian squatted in front of her, gesturing for her to climb onto his back. Rong Qi hesitated, her brows lightly furrowing. She was reluctant to get on.
Annoyed, Sheng Jian snapped, “Still playing coy at a time like this? If you don’t want me to carry you, I’ll call that deadbeat Ye Nanshen right now and let him do it!”