In the past, he had tolerated everything for his wife's sake, but this time, if they dared to hurt Xing Jia, he would make these people pay dearly!
Song Xing Jia leaned back on the pillow, his expression calm, everything under control. "Big brother, just spread the word that I've been seriously ill lately and unable to help you manage your company affairs. Those people will be anxious and jump out on their own."
Song Xing Zhi nodded. "You should rest well. Your sister-in-law knows you're awake and has made you soup at home. She'll be here soon. Song Yin also said he wanted to visit you, but I was afraid he'd disturb you, so I didn't bring him."
A smile played on Song Xing Jia's lips as he nodded slightly. "Thank you, big brother, for taking care of me all this time, and sister-in-law. As for Xiao Yin, don't let him come. I'll see him when I get home."
"Just focus on recuperating. Leave the other matters to me. The doctor just said you need plenty of rest," Song Xing Zhi tucked the corner of the blanket around him.
Song Xing Jia frowned, his lips pale. A hint of sickly beauty flickered across his handsome features, but his voice was firm and unyielding. "Big brother, I have to go out next week."
Song Xing Zhi paused and straightened up. "What is so important that you need to travel at a time like this?"
"The Kyoto Film Festival next week."
"You've won so many awards over the years, why would you still care about a mere film festival?" Song Xing Zhi couldn't understand his brother at all.
Song Xing Jia lowered his gaze. The film festival wasn't worth it, but someone was.
Seeing his silence, Song Xing Zhi was at a loss.
Ever since they were young, his brother had always been like this. When their opinions clashed, Song Xing Jia wouldn't force the issue, but would simply lower his head in silence.
Song Xing Zhi knew this meant he wouldn't budge, no matter what was said.
Considering his brother had just woken up, Song Xing Zhi didn't want to upset him. A hint of helplessness appeared on his face. "Can you recuperate first? We'll compromise. We'll see what the doctor says about whether you can go out then."
Song Xing Jia nodded and replied, "Okay."
In his heart, however, he was determined to fly to the film festival, regardless of whether he could be discharged from the hospital or not.
In the evening, Luo Man Man arrived at the hospital under the escort of bodyguards.
She was wearing a qipao, her figure curvaceous and graceful, exuding the unique charm of a mature young woman. She paired it with a small Chanel-style leather jacket.
Her hair was styled in a neat bun, very elegant. She pushed the door open and smiled faintly. "Xing Jia, you're finally awake. You really scared your big brother this time."
She walked to the coffee table and unscrewed the thermos. "I specially made this soup for you. It's light and nutritious, perfect for you."
Song Xing Jia: "Thank you, sister-in-law, for your trouble."
Song Xing Zhi took the bowl from her hand. "Here, big brother will feed you."
Song Xing Jia helplessly raised his hand and took the bowl. "Big brother, I can do it myself. I'm not a child, and my hands aren't injured. What would it look like if you fed me?"
Song Xing Zhi couldn't resist his brother and let go.
Song Xing Jia gripped the edge of the bowl, his gaze resting on them. "Big brother, sister-in-law, you should go back. Xiao Yin is still at home and needs someone to accompany him."
Luo Man Man didn't speak, but Song Xing Zhi was the first to say, "I'll stay here and keep you company tonight."
"No need. I just woke up and want to rest well. Big brother, you should go back. You can deal with those people tonight." His eyes flickered, reminding him.
Song Xing Zhi hesitated for a moment, but company matters were urgent. He reluctantly agreed. "Then your sister-in-law and I will head back. I'll leave a couple of people to stay with you."
"Okay."
Song Xing Jia watched them leave the room.
Then he stared at the soup bowl in his hands and drank it in one gulp.
After finishing the soup, he breathed lightly, his chest still feeling a bit sore.
He had already received news that the other side was planning to attack, but in order to make the act more convincing, he had put up some resistance.
Song Xing Zhi lowered his gaze, recalling that before he lost consciousness, his greatest worry was not being able to see the young girl one last time.
He pulled his thoughts back and said softly, "Song Yan."
Song Yan entered from the door, his face tense. "Mr. Song, are you feeling unwell? I'll call the doctor for you."
Everyone else called him Young Master Song, but only Song Yan called him Mr. Song.
Song Xing Jia narrowed his eyes and corrected him, "You should call me Young Master Song."
"I don't belong to the company. I'm your person, so I don't need to follow the company's regulations. Of course, I should call you Mr. Song."
If it weren't for Mr. Song, he, Song Yan, would have long since been working on an assembly line in some electronics factory. How could he have the opportunities he had today?
Song Xing Jia chuckled, then changed the subject. "Alright, tell me, how has Jiang Mian been all this time?"
Song Yan knew that Song Xing Jia doted on this young girl. Hearing this, he nodded. "Miss Jiang should have just finished filming. Her agent recently arranged a celebratory drama for her..."
Back at the Song residence, Luo Man Man linked her arm through her husband's and said softly, "Xing Jia is awake, so you can relax now. Come back and rest."
Song Xing Zhi frowned. "You sleep tonight. I need to go to the study to deal with some matters."
Luo Man Man looked quite aggrieved. "Honey, you haven't spent much time with me lately."
Song Xing Zhi stopped. "Man Man, there's so much going on with the company, I can't help but deal with it. Besides, Xing Jia is in the hospital. I need to seize this opportunity to catch all those with ulterior motives."
Hearing this, Luo Man Man said nervously, "Don't touch my family. Xing Zhi, that's my only request of you."
Ever since she married Song Xing Zhi, she had handed over her family's company for him to manage.
The two families merged to become the leading enterprise in Hong Kong, a position they held to this day.
Song Xing Zhi's frown deepened. "Xing Jia was injured this time. If it's found out that they did it, I won't let anyone off."
For so many years, he had endured it all for his wife.
Those old shareholders, relying on their seniority, acted with impunity. He could ignore it on a daily basis.
But harming Xing Jia was absolutely unacceptable.
Song Xing Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly. Moreover, this was originally aimed at him.
If Xing Jia hadn't helped block it, he might not be standing here safely right now.
Thinking of the danger at that moment, Song Xing Zhi was still shaken.
Luo Man Man's beautiful eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Xing Zhi, I..."
This man had always been soft-hearted towards her, but this time, he showed no indication.
Luo Man Man's heart grew cold. Her parents had passed away early, and she had always looked down upon the collateral relatives of the prominent Song family.
Only the Luo family members had been deliberately brought into the company by her, just to have something to hold onto.
If Song Xing Zhi was determined to eliminate dissidents, Luo Man Man couldn't help but wonder if this man had long intended to oust the Luo family...
She wasn't sure yet if the car accident was caused by her family.
Song Xing Zhi, unaware of her thoughts, embraced her. "Don't overthink it, Man Man. It's windy in the corridor. You should go back to your room. I'm going to the study."
Luo Man Man came to her senses, held back her tears, and smiled, nodding. "Then you go ahead. I'll have the maid bring you a cup of refreshing tea later."
She watched her husband's retreating figure and turned back towards the room, her mind unsettled.
As soon as she entered, she saw the lamplight flickering on the windowsill. She lifted the beaded curtain and called out, "Xiao Yin."
Song Yin, who had been lying on the bed, turned his head. He put down his toy and threw himself into Luo Man Man's arms. "Mommy!"
Luo Man Man stroked his head. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Song Yin looked up. "Didn't you and Daddy go to see Uncle? How is he?"
"Your uncle..." Luo Man Man was about to say he was recovering, but then she thought of her husband's plan, and her son was not one to keep secrets.
She changed her tune. "He's still the same. The doctor said it's serious."
Song Yin pouted. "Okay, I really don't know who is so wicked to hit Uncle with a car."
"If this young master finds out who it is, I'll make them wish they were dead!"
Luo Man Man's expression stiffened. "Alright, your daddy will find out about your uncle's situation. You should go to sleep now. You have class tomorrow."
Song Yin shook his head. "I'm not sleepy. Where's Daddy?"
"Your daddy is busy. Don't bother him, understand?"
Song Yin pouted. "Mommy, I want to go skiing tomorrow."
Luo Man Man said dotingly, "You can, but you need to sleep now. After class tomorrow, I'll arrange for someone to take you."
Song Yin immediately jumped up happily. "Yay! Mommy! I love you the most!"
...
Night Wing lay on the sofa, watching the words "Mission Complete" appear on the television screen. A disdainful smirk touched his lips.
He dropped the game controller and looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing more than this."
As he was speaking, the monitoring system on the wall beeped. Night Wing turned his head and saw Night Three. He reached for the remote and pressed the switch.
Soon, Night Three walked in.
At the same time, he was holding a dark packaging box that was half the size of a child.
Night Wing didn't even lift his eyelids. He said lazily, "Didn't I tell you, don't come looking for me unless there's something important?"
As soon as Night Three entered, he was almost overwhelmed by the smell in the room. He frowned, his face full of忍耐 (tolerance). "The thing you wanted has arrived. Also, what have you been eating?"
Night Wing immediately sat up from the sofa, his eyes brightening. "The thing I wanted? Which one?"
Night Three: "The smell is too unbearable."
Night Wing acted as if he had just realized. He waved his hand. "Oh, you mean this? It's nothing. I was just experimenting with boiling Luosifen, durian, and stinky tofu together."
He said with great interest, "Don't tell me, the taste is actually quite good."
Night Three finally understood why it smelled so bad.
He couldn't agree with this explanation. He held his breath, put down the items, and then pulled open the curtains and windows to let in some fresh air.
Night Wing stared at the object, confused. "So, what are you delivering to me?"
"Aphrodite," Night Three replied, standing by the window. The smell was nearly suffocating him.
After taking a few deep breaths, Night Three moved closer.
Night Wing's face lit up like a child's. He clapped Night Three on the shoulder. "Not bad, Night Three. I knew I could count on you to get the job done."
They say VIASTR is proud and unrestrained, but it seems they're nothing special.
He quickly unpacked the gift box and was immediately stunned by the dress.
No matter how many times he looked at it, he was captivated by this dress.
Night Wing pinched the hem of the skirt and stroked his chin, as if the scene of Jiang Mian wearing this dress had already appeared in his mind.
Night Wing raised his eyebrows and smiled, his smile sunny and brilliant. He turned and said, "You did a great job with this! By the way, how much did you spend on VIASTR?"
Night Three's expression was blank. "No money was exchanged."
He paused. "I gave her your vineyard in France."