This isn't the first time Joey has heard this.
Mrs. Sang also said the same thing at Mrs. Lu's birthday party last time.
She didn't care, but curled her lips lightly: "According to your statement, Song Qingya and I look very similar. Are we considered destined? I'm afraid it's more of hatred."
Seeing that Joey did not accept him, Song Yanchen smiled bitterly.
"Joy, don't tie me to Song Qingya, okay? She and I have sworn hatred. Her mother killed my mother and lost my sister. I will never stand with her. On the battle line.”
In order to gain Joey's trust, Song Yanchen told Joey how his mother was killed and how his sister was transferred.
Joey saw in his eyes the pain of losing his mother and the longing for his sister.
She was a little moved.
Even somewhat empathetic.
The heart that had been resisting slowly relaxed.
She raised her eyes and looked at him with scrutiny: "What would you think if I said that my dad's illness is related to your father Song Junhui?"
Song Yanchen saw that her tone had softened, and her tense face finally relaxed a little.
"I will send someone to investigate right now. If it is really related to him, I will seek justice for you."
Joey's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then please ask Mr. Song to help me check who has been in contact with Qiao's family in the past few days, and why my father had a conflict with my grandma. I think there must be something in it. Someone was instigating it, otherwise things wouldn’t be such a coincidence.”
Song Yanchen nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll have someone go check it out right away. You've been tired all day long. Can you eat your food first? Otherwise, you'll be exhausted and Wen Zhou will settle the score with me when he comes back."
Joy was not being pretentious, she knew that there were still many things she faced.
His father's condition, Lu Wenzhou's safety, and the health of the child in his belly.
She took the food box from Song Yanchen and forced herself to take a few bites.
Although the food was delicious and delicious, she felt like chewing wax.
Seeing her like this, Song Yanchen asked with some distress, "Is the food not to your liking? Whatever you want to eat, I'll go to a nearby restaurant to make it again for you."
Joey shook his head slightly: "No, I have no appetite for anything."
She bit her tongue and ate a few bites of vegetables and rice, and drank a bowl of chicken soup.
Then let someone take the things away.
She sat quietly by her father's bedside, holding his big hand, just like her father had held her since she was a child.
In this way, she wanted to tell her father that she was waiting for him to wake up.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Xu Yanyan pushed Han Zhiyi in.
Seeing Qiao Sili lying on the bed and the pale Joey, Han Zhiyi, who had always been carefree, instantly had red eyes.
She shouted softly: "Yiyi."
The moment Joey looked back, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Han Zhiyi held her in his arms distressedly and kept comforting her: "Don't worry, Uncle Qiao will be fine. Lu Wenzhou will definitely bring the doctor back to him."
Xu Yanzhi also persuaded him: "Uncle Qiao's life is not in danger at the moment. I will keep checking his various indicators. Joey, you are pregnant. Go and sleep with Han Zhiyi. I will take a look here."
Joey shook his head: "I'm afraid that my dad will be in danger as soon as I leave."
Han Zhiyi patted her head and said, "Didn't you promise me something? We live in the opposite ward. I don't think Uncle Qiao wants to see you like this when he wakes up. Besides, my godson also needs to rest. Be obedient, okay?"
The two of them talked for a long time before taking Joey to the high-end ward opposite.
Joey lay on the bed for a long time, tossing around, and finally started to feel a little sleepy.
The next morning.
Mrs. Qiao brought Qiao Zimo to the hospital.
Seeing a row of bodyguards in black standing in the VIP ward, Qiao Zimo was so frightened that he immediately stopped.
He grabbed Old Mrs. Qiao and said, "Grandma, they won't let us in."
Old Mrs. Qiao snorted coldly: "I am Qiao Sili's mother. I came to see my son. Why are you not allowed in? If you are not allowed in, I will sit here and cry to see if it is them who are embarrassed or me who is embarrassed."
She walked to the door of the ward aggressively, and when she was about to go in, she was stopped by the bodyguard in black.
"Old lady, you can't enter here."
Mrs. Qiao immediately became anxious: "The person lying here is my son. I came to see my son who is seriously ill. Why don't you let me in?"
The bodyguard said with a cold face: "Sorry, Mr. Lu ordered that no one is allowed to visit."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation towards her.
Seeing this, Qiao Zimo immediately smiled and said: "Brothers, my second uncle is seriously ill and my grandma has been crying all night. Do you think this is okay? My sister Joy is inside, please ask her to take us in. "
Several bodyguards looked at each other, and one of them said, "Wait, I'll ask Miss Qiao."
A few minutes later, Joey came out of the ward and saw the fierce-looking old Mrs. Qiao and the flattering Qiao Zimo.
She clenched her fists fiercely and walked over.
He asked with a cold face: "Why are you here? Do you think my father's life is too long?"
Seeing Joey's expression, Old Mrs. Qiao gritted her teeth angrily: "Joey, the second brother's life is uncertain now. I want to find a lawyer to help him make a will. All the property in his name will belong to me. You can Don’t even think about breaking it up.”
Hearing these words, Joey glared at them fiercely: "I really doubt that my father was not born by you. He is seriously ill in bed now. What you care about is not his body, but about his property and you want to take it." Take his things, you’re dreaming!”
"Joy, are you talking like that? I'm your grandma. You are disrespectful. According to family rules, you should be severely punished."
The anger in Joey's eyes became more obvious: "You are disrespectful and don't care for your children and grandchildren. You should be punished. When my dad wakes up, I will definitely find you to settle the account."
After speaking, she ordered the bodyguard at the door: "Kick them out, and they are not allowed to step foot here in the future."
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Upon hearing this order, the two bodyguards drove the old lady out one by one.
How could Old Mrs. Qiao leave so easily? She cursed: "Joy, don't be proud. Qiao Sili is my son and has nothing to do with you. His property can only belong to me. You can't even expect to get half of it."
She said all the worst words.
He scolded her as a bastard that no one wanted, and scolded her that she was as despicable as Xia Nan, relying on men to live.
Just when she was ready to curse, the elevator door opened.
The gentle and elegant Song Yanchen walked out.
Hearing her scolding Joey like this, Song Yanchen's gentle face instantly turned cold.
He slowly leaned down, looked at Mrs. Qiao through his silver-rimmed glasses and said, "If you scold her mother again, believe it or not, I will break your grandson's legs."
