Ye Mingmei’s body stiffened, remembering Su Yiru’s intense reaction from before, and she became somewhat flustered, "Butler, quickly, get the spare key!"

"Yes, Miss." The butler was also flustered, turned around, and quickly went downstairs to get the spare key.

When the key was brought, Ye Mingmei quickly opened the door and was the first to rush in.

"Mom..."

In the spacious bedroom, the Mediterranean-style decor added a touch of artful elegance to the grand atmosphere.

The furniture and decorations, predominantly in solid colors, carried a hint of coldness.

The air was devoid of any human presence, eerily quiet.

Ye Mingmei’s steps froze, her eyes widened in shock, and she looked around before seeing Su Yiru asleep on the sofa.

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to step forward, she caught sight of the photo frame in Su Yiru’s arms and halted.

It was Ye Zhanxing’s memorial photo.

The black-and-white photo, placed in the quiet space, appeared particularly haunting.

From Ye Mingmei’s angle, she could clearly see the photo in Su Yiru’s hands.

In her memory, Ye Zhanxing’s deep fatherly love seemed to awaken instantly in her mind, gnawing at Ye Mingmei’s heart.

Silently condemning her for her unfilial behavior.

"...Butler, please call the family doctor, I’m worried my mom is feeling unwell. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first." After leaving these instructions, Ye Mingmei almost fled downstairs.

"Mingmei..."

Jin Chenye was taken aback, then quickly followed her.

When he reached the car, he saw Ye Mingmei squatting on the ground, crying in pain, and his heart tightened.

He quietly turned around, giving her space to collect herself.

Only when Ye Mingmei’s emotions gradually calmed down did he approach, without asking anything, he carried her and placed her in the car.

Started the car and drove away.

...

Texas.

Experimental building.

Diwu Zexuan carried the struggling Rui Hui into his lounge, turned, and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on top of her.

"Diwu Zexuan, let me go, what are you doing!"

"Didn’t you want a child? I’ll grant your wish now." Diwu Zexuan, far more skillful than Rui Hui, easily captured her hands and pressed them to her sides.

He propped himself up slightly, lowering his eyes to stare at her angry face.

"You shameless beast!" Rui Hui glared fiercely at his rogue face, filled with hatred but unable to fight back, she could only take verbal advantage.

She shouted insults at Diwu Zexuan from start to finish.

The last of her voice disappeared in Diwu Zexuan’s kiss.

When he finished, Rui Hui had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Buzz——"

As the phone on the table rang, Diwu Zexuan quickly reached out to mute it.

Carefully, he rolled off the bed, grabbed the phone, and left the room.

He walked to the corridor, glanced at the missed call on his phone, didn’t return it, and went straight to the top floor intensive care unit.

"What’s the situation?"

"Mr. Zexian, it’s Ye Zhanxing who wants to see you." The medical staff outside Ye Zhanxing’s ward quickly responded.

"What a perfect time to choose."

Diwu Zexuan’s eyes flickered, he reached out to tidy his suit jacket, and stepped into the ward.

"Is it true that Yu Xiuzhun is dead?"

As soon as he saw Diwu Zexuan, Ye Zhanxing hurriedly tried to get up from the bed in agitation, his face turning red with excitement.