Chapter 331: Chapter 331

Mrs. Leng paced back and forth in the hospital corridor. When she saw them arrive, she clenched her fingers and stood up, her eyes flashing with guilt. "Mochen, Sisi, you must be so worried, right?"

During this time, Leng Qiankai had been worried that if she stayed in the country, she would drown in her thoughts and spiral into depression. So he decided to take her abroad to relax.

Being abroad did improve her mood significantly, but as her mind cleared, she fell into deep regret. If she hadn’t been so obstinate back then, would Mochen and Li Si still be drifting further away from her ?

If she had listened to Mochen and conducted a proper investigation, would she have avoided being deceived by that shameless Qian Rouxuan?

Everything had been caused by her stubbornness and arrogance.

So now, seeing them again, her heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

"How’s grandpa doing now?" Leng Mochen asked faintly.

Mrs. Leng, her expression complex, recounted the attending physician’s words. The old man’s heart condition was particularly severe, and the prognosis wasn’t optimistic—especially because his spirit was so downcast. Emotional wounds required emotional remedies.

Li Si and Leng Mochen’s eyes both showed traces of worry. It wasn’t hard to guess; Mr. Leng Sr. was surely angered by the string of scandals connected to Leng Mohao. Anyone would struggle with such humiliation, especially someone as prideful as Elder Leng.

His pride was almost equivalent to his life!

Leng Qianhan and his wife emerged from the hospital room at that moment. When they saw Leng Mochen and Li Si, they both froze.

What followed was a faint awkwardness; everyone merely nodded briefly as a greeting.

Leng Qianhan felt deeply ashamed. His son had grown into such a rebellious disgrace, causing a scandal of this magnitude—and he’d even tried to shove all the blame onto Leng Mochen. It was humiliating.

Zeng Qiuping’s faint smile was forced and unnatural, and her heart was uneasy. After all, back then, she had known about it but, in a moment of foolishness, failed to warn Leng Mohao to rein it in.

But now, it was too late to say anything.

Moreover, she harbored deep suspicion that these incidents involving Mohao might actually have been orchestrated by Leng Mochen behind the scenes.

Mrs. Leng shot Zeng Qiuping a sharp look, her tone filled with sarcasm. "Some people really are all surface and no substance! Always running around acting busy—where were they when their presence was truly needed?

We were abroad, and I get that we couldn’t know. But how could those who stayed behind not even be aware that the old man was sick?

What’s the point of all this token effort now? Hoping to get a bigger slice of the inheritance, perhaps?"

When Mrs. Leng and Leng Qiankai returned home after receiving the news, they learned from the housekeeper, Old Xu, that Mr. Leng Sr. had been ill for quite some time. It infuriated them.

The Leng Family’s eldest branch had truly gone too far. That Leng Mohao had an affair with Qian Rouxuan and even had a child—but in the end, he tried to pass off Mochen as the convenient father.

That would’ve been bad enough, but then he stirred up trouble at the old man’s eightieth birthday banquet, hoping to make everyone aware and cement his son’s status. Truly a heartless move!

Luckily, justice prevailed, and their scandals were exposed. Qian Rouxuan deserved her downfall—there was no redemption for the irredeemable.

Had this burden been successfully pinned to Mochen, once the truth inevitably emerged, their fate would’ve been far worse than just public sympathy! Chapters first released on ⓝovelFire.net

Zeng Qiuping knew the barbs were directed at her. Seeing the increasingly dark expression on Leng Qianhan’s face, she initially planned to pretend she hadn’t heard anything.

Since Mrs. Leng and Leng Qiankai’s return from abroad, verbal sparring had been frequent. Zeng Qiuping understood that Mrs. Leng still harbored pent-up frustration—anyone in her shoes would struggle to move on quickly.

Truthfully, their family was in the wrong. But even if Mrs. Leng wanted to lash out, there should’ve been time limits and intervals, shouldn’t there?

Behaving in front of the younger generation, Mrs. Leng was truly showing no regard for their dignity.

What Zeng Qiuping couldn’t stand was the final jab. Unable to contain herself, she directly called out Mrs. Leng’s name and snapped back:

"Ouyang Yan, who are you accusing of putting on a show? Let me tell you, we don’t care about fighting over that inheritance. It belongs to both families equally anyway—what’s there to show off?"

"Oh, really? Do you really think your family’s share, including Mohao’s, is still up for grabs? The old man made it clear—Mohao is no longer his grandson!"

The truth was, Mr. Leng Sr. had long declared that the Leng Family’s assets would go to Mochen. Now that Mohao had practically been expelled from the Leng Family, he was clearly out of the picture. So Mrs. Leng couldn’t help but remind Zeng Qiuping not to entertain wishful thinking.

"Why? Even if Mohao made mistakes, they’re not unforgivable! As the eldest grandson, we should naturally inherit the family business!" Zeng Qiuping, growing agitated, blurted out what she had secretly been thinking.

Leng Qianhan felt a headache coming on and bellowed, "Will you stop already?" Lately, he’d realized that his previously poised and virtuous wife had grown shockingly petty, no different from the quarrelsome elderly women at the market.

Bickering nonstop, always fussing—it was just that her appearance gave her an edge in decorum.

Especially since the boy named John had been brought home, Leng Qianhan found himself reluctant to return to that house.

Though he wanted to send the boy away, he often felt pity when he saw him. For all of Mohao’s disgraceful actions, Leng Qianhan, as his father, had to bear the fallout. Nowadays, no one at his workplace dared confront him face-to-face about it, but gossip behind his back was undoubtedly rife.

Where once he had basked in the pride of having an exemplary son, now he felt nothing but utter humiliation.

Zeng Qiuping dared not speak; she knew that if she truly provoked Leng Qianhan’s anger, she’d be afraid. Mrs. Leng, feeling triumphant, smirked at her smugly.

Leng Qianhan cleared his throat to mask his lapse in composure, then gently addressed Leng Mochen and Li Si, "The old man is sleeping—you two should go in and check on him."

"Alright!" Seeing Leng Mochen nod, Li Si followed him into the hospital room.

This VIP ward was more like a suite; upon entering, they found a small reception room that, while modest, had everything needed.

As soon as they stepped inside, the distinctive disinfectant smell of hospitals greeted them, mingled with a faint floral fragrance.

Li Si lightly covered her nose, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but she endured it.

"Feeling unwell?" Leng Mochen, as sharp as ever, immediately noticed the brief furrow in her brow.

Li Si shook her head. The two moved quietly toward Mr. Leng Sr.’s bedside.

He was asleep. At first glance, seeing the old man lying there with sunken eyes and sallow, emaciated skin, Li Si couldn’t hold back her tears.

She had always been emotionally sensitive, particularly because Mr. Leng Sr. had treated both her and Leng Mochen with kindness.

How had such an elderly man suddenly deteriorated ? She began to question whether their previous actions had been overly harsh and simplistic.

Leng Mochen frowned as he gazed at his sleeping grandfather, feeling uncomfortable as well.

Though Mohao deserved his misfortunes, the old man was innocent. He hadn’t taken sides in the conflict, yet in such a short time, his health had been shattered by the stress. This was a reality Mochen didn’t want to face.

Li Si opened her mouth as if to bring up the river matter, but Leng Mochen shot her a look, and she immediately understood.

He walked around the room, scanning his surroundings, but found no hidden cameras. Finally, leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Try using less. You know what I mean."

"You always understand me!" Li Si whispered back, her tone joyful. The longer they were together, the more they were in sync; this feeling was wonderful. If their actions indirectly contributed to the old man’s demise, neither of them would be able to live with themselves.

A while later, Mr. Leng Sr. slowly awoke, his eyes gradually opening to see his favorite grandson and granddaughter-in-law standing by, looking guilty. His usually stern face softened with a fleeting smile, though illness had sapped his strength.

"Mochen, Li Si, you’re here!"

"Grandpa!" The two called out together, their voices tinged with emotion.

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