Chapter 799: Chapter 602: Everything Has Two Sides, I Regret Nothing I’ve Experienced

After Chen Lan finished speaking and was about to end the call, he suddenly remembered something and said to Su Xiaomeng,

"Ming Lang came over to bring you lunch today, and during the conversation, he mentioned that last night Yin Shiqing caused quite a scene at your second sister’s house."

"..."

"Ming Lang came over to bring you lunch today, and during the conversation, he mentioned that last night Yin Shiqing caused quite a scene at your second sister’s house."

"..."

Su Xiaomeng’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately thought of the health of the two elders.

Previously, when she visited the Shan Family, she happened to run into the family doctor who came to give the elders a health check-up. A few casual words exchanged with the family doctor had revealed a subtle worry, which Xiao Meng understood clearly.

To avoid Yin Shiqing repeatedly causing trouble for the family, the entire Yin Mansion had already been vacated.

Now, Yin Shiqing was audacious enough to come knocking on their door to cause trouble.

"He..."

"But rest assured, the two elders should be fine. Ming Lang’s soldier brother came back last night and happened to run into Yin Shiqing and his wife."

"Uh..."

Su Xiaomeng hesitated for a moment, not worried about the two elders but rather worried about Yin Shiqing and his wife,

"Yin Shiqing and his wife won’t be in any trouble, right?"

"After all, they are still Shan Mingxu’s elders; he wouldn’t use the same tactics he uses to deal with hooligans on Yin Shiqing and his wife. In Ming Lang’s words, he just mockingly ’whipped’ them back with a leather whip."

"Pfft..."

Su Xiaomeng suddenly laughed. Even though she wasn’t there, she could imagine the scene.

This wasn’t the first or second time Yin Shiqing and his wife suffered at the hands of Shan Mingxu. Shan Mingxu’s ability to intimidate wasn’t something just anyone could cultivate.

Knowing that Shan Mingxu was there, Xiao Meng felt much more at ease.

"What did Yin Shiqing go to the Shan Family to find the elders for, did Ming Lang say?"

"He mentioned something about a position adjustment in the Central government, and it’s rumored that Old Master Yin undermined Yin Shiqing in private."

"..."

Su Xiaomeng was taken aback.

She hadn’t expected Old Master Yin to do such a thing.

He must be thoroughly disappointed. Even though it was a son he had raised himself, he was no longer willing to acknowledge him at this point.

"However, according to Ming Lang, Old Master Yin does not admit to undermining Yin Shiqing."

Su Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Nobody really knows what’s going on. If you want to find out, you’ll have to wait until you come back and ask the two elders of the Yin Family yourself."

"Okay."

"By the way... how is President Yin doing? Is he alright?"

Su Xiaomeng turned to look at the man lying quietly on the hospital bed—unusually thin and frail. It was truly difficult for her to say the word "alright".

"...He’ll be alright."

She murmured softly. Chen Lan’s throat caught, guessing roughly that Yin Shixiu’s current condition might not be good.

"Yeah, he’ll be alright."

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On the hospital bed, Yin Shixiu lay there.

What pleased Xiao Meng was that even in just a few short days, Yin Shixiu’s mental state had noticeably improved compared to before.

Xiao Meng stayed by his side at all times. When he slept, she rested, and when he woke, she talked to him.

She spoke, and he listened. Besides sharing some interesting news and stories, Xiao Meng occasionally sang little tunes.

That day, after singing two songs, she suddenly got excited and, while the doctor was away, started singing "Dancing Queen" right in the hospital room.

It was the song they both loved the most.

Back then, driving from Bath to London took over an hour. The outskirts of Bath were peaceful and quiet, with winding yet smooth roads.

Along the way, they played this passionate classic song on repeat.

She hummed along, shaking her head, while Yin Shixiu lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers in time with the music.

She laughed at him for being an old-timer, asking how he could love such old songs.

Yin Shixiu sighed, only able to internally lament the thirteen-year age gap between them—an age difference roughly equivalent to a generational preference in music.

But that reason, he would never willingly voice.

Thankfully, classics are called classics because no matter the time or the era, they always resonate with people in different ways.

As she sang, the "dance soul" that lay dormant within Xiao Meng couldn’t be contained anymore, and she started dancing right in the hospital room.

Yin Shixiu watched with delight until the attending doctor walked in with a cold, stern face.

"Mrs. Yin, didn’t I tell you that your husband’s emotions shouldn’t be overly stirred?"

Su Xiaomeng’s dancing stopped abruptly. Without saying a word, she quietly tidied her clothes and sat back in her chair like a child who had done something wrong.