The driver hung up the phone and hesitantly whispered,
“Sir, I just received news that Si Yueting had the company draft the divorce papers, but at the last moment, he ordered Qin Zhao to shred them.”
The expectation in the man’s brown eyes gradually faded, and after a long pause, he calmly instructed,
“Let’s go back.”
In the hospital room.
Jiang Mingyan stared vacantly at the organ donation consent form in her hands, her voice hoarse and strained,
“I agree to donate the cornea of my right eye to Shen Mengyu, but I have one condition.”
Old Mrs. Si interjected with concern,
“Child, what nonsense are you talking? This isn’t as simple as donating blood—it’s a cornea!”
Si Hanche, clad in a cold white lab coat, glared at Jiang Mingyan, the silver frames of his glasses reflecting a sharp, icy light,
“Trying to use this to force me to marry you? Don’t dream! If it weren’t for you, Mengyu wouldn’t have lost sight in her right eye!
Mengyu is an outstanding photographer who has won numerous international awards. Losing her right eye is equivalent to ruining her career!
Jiang Mingyan, this is what you owe her!”
Two days ago, he had taken Shen Mengyu out for a meal. When she went to the restroom and didn’t return for a long time, he grew worried and went to check on her.
He found Shen Mengyu crouching under the sink, clutching her right eye!
At the time, Jiang Mingyan was the only other person in the restroom.
After being taken to the police station, Jiang Mingyan admitted to having an argument with Shen Mengyu and slapping her.
But she denied grabbing Shen Mengyu’s hair and slamming her head into the sink!
When Shen Mengyu was first brought to the hospital, she only had bruising around her eye.
No one expected that in just two days, she would lose vision in her right eye!
Jiang Mingyan’s gaze dimmed.
Shen Mengyu was a photographer—she couldn’t live without her right eye.
So, as a jade carver, losing an eye wouldn’t matter much to her.
“My condition is this: Si Hanche, let’s call off the engagement.”
Si Hanche was caught off guard and momentarily stunned.
The last time Jiang Mingyan deliberately drove her car into Shen Mengyu, he angrily proposed breaking off the engagement, but she refused. He then made her stand outside in the pouring rain to atone for her actions against Mengyu!
She stood there all night until she collapsed from a high fever the next day, yet she still refused to end the engagement.
He never expected her to take the initiative to break it off this time.
Jiang Mingyan looked deeply at Si Hanche, as if bidding farewell to the person he once was,
“Once my eye is given to Shen Mengyu, we’ll be even.
Even if you remember and regret it someday, I won’t take you back.”
Si Hanche’s heart felt as if struck by a blunt object, suddenly aching.
Remember what?
He had only ever loved Shen Mengyu—how could he possibly regret it?
Just as Jiang Mingyan picked up the donation form to sign it, the hospital room door suddenly swung open.
Yan Zheng stepped forward, snatched the pen from her hand, and turned to gesture animatedly at Si Yueting, who was seated in a wheelchair.
Jiang Mingyan, utterly bewildered, couldn’t understand sign language. Si Hanche, however, let out a disdainful snort.
How audacious of this country bumpkin mute!
Did she really have the nerve to order his elder brother to translate her sign language in front of everyone?
His brother usually didn’t even spare her a glance—didn’t she have any self-awareness?
They say the more educated a person is, the more humble they become. But this mute woman seemed to grow more arrogantly confident the less educated she was!
Si Yueting frowned slightly and calmly said to Jiang Mingyan,
“Yan Zheng says you can’t sign this. Don’t ruin yourself on an impulse.”
Si Hanche: …
Yan Zheng glanced at the delicate, helpless little white lotus shrinking in Si Hanche’s arms.
[This Shen Mengyu is just a fraud! All those photography competition trophies and certificates were bought and paid for!]
[And Si Hanche is supposed to be a neurosurgery authority? Getting played by a white lotus like this, no wonder he ends up having his skull pried open, his pig brain dug out and sold for ten yuan to a hotpot restaurant!]
Si Hanche instinctively looked around, his face showing an expression of having seen a ghost.
Who was cursing him?
Or had he performed too many surgeries recently and started hallucinating?
Old Mrs. Si, though maintaining surface calm despite having witnessed countless major scenes, was extremely surprised inwardly.
Was she so angry that she was developing dementia? Why did it feel like there was a voice speaking right beside her ear?
Si Yueting took in both their unusual reactions.
It seemed that only members of the Si family could currently hear Yan Zheng’s inner thoughts.
“Since Third Brother is determined to break off the engagement and marry this Miss Shen. I support him.”
Old Mrs. Si’s face darkened.
She had asked the eldest to mediate and reconcile, so why was he encouraging the breakup instead?
Just as Shen Mengyu was secretly rejoicing, she saw Si Yueting turn to instruct Qin Zhao,
“Contact the president of the Photography Association. Tell them that Miss Shen Mengyu, the talented woman who has won numerous major awards in photography circles, is seriously injured and hospitalized. I believe many prestigious figures from the photography world will soon come to visit. This is both Miss Shen’s honor and the Si family’s honor.”
Shen Mengyu panicked inwardly but pretended to be grateful, saying,
“Thank you for your kindness, President Si. It’s just that I don’t want others to see me in this state. The thought of everyone looking at me with pity makes me…”
[Feel guilty and afraid that people in photography circles won’t even recognize who she is, worried about being exposed as a fraud and humiliated on the spot?]
Yan Zheng nodded with an understanding expression, which happened to be seen by Si Hanche.
Only then did he snap out of it.
So it was this mute who had been cursing him earlier?
As a medical doctor, having a sister-in-law with only an elementary school education was utterly embarrassing!
But he never expected that this mute, who usually acted so obedient, could be so vicious behind their backs!
Not only did she specifically learn ventriloquism to curse him, but she also spoke maliciously to insult Mengyu!
“They say remote places breed cunning people. You, this country bumpkin…”
Before he could finish venting, Si Yueting coldly rebuked him,
“You don’t even know how to address people properly. What does that make you? Lax upbringing producing scum?”
Although he didn’t love Yan Zheng, it wasn’t Si Hanche’s place to belittle his wife like this in front of outsiders!
Si Hanche looked utterly astonished.
Had Big Brother taken the wrong medicine today?
Old Mrs. Si beamed with satisfaction. Was their eldest son finally learning to stand up for his wife?
At this rate, would she soon be able to hold a great-grandchild?
Under the bloodline suppression of his elder brother, Si Hanche coldly and reluctantly called out “Sister-in-law.””
Although Yan Zheng didn’t know which nerve had short-circuited in Si Hanche to make him curse her like that just now.
She pointed two fingers straight at Si Hanche, tapped her temples twice, then crossed her thumb and index finger.
Si Hanche understood the gesture, and his face darkened.
Because Yan Zheng’s hand gesture meant [Sensible].
“Hanche…”
Shen Mengyu tugged at his arm, crying that she didn’t want to see anyone. Si Hanche heartbrokenly wiped her tears,
“Big Brother, the doctor said Mengyu needs plenty of rest before her surgery.” Let’s not bother with irrelevant visitors.”
“Mm.”
Si Yueting didn’t press the matter.
With just one look from him, Qin Zhao pretended to answer a phone call and stepped out.
Jiang Mingyan gave Yan Zheng a somewhat dim smile.
“Thank you, Mrs. Si. But I’ve made up my mind, so please don’t try to persuade me.”
After speaking, she took out a black fountain pen from her bag.
Pulling off the cap, she carefully wrote her name stroke by stroke.
The somewhat thick, obsidian-textured masculine pen gave Si Hanche an indescribable sense of familiarity.
It felt as familiar as if… it were his own possession?
But he clearly had never given anything to Jiang Mingyan!
After signing, she handed the donation form to the doctor and glanced at the time.
“When is the earliest the surgery can be performed?”
The doctor asked Jiang Mingyan to first accompany him for a physical examination, stating that if conditions permitted, the surgery could be scheduled for that afternoon.
Yan Zheng stopped the two, smiling as she looked toward Shen Mengyu on the hospital bed.
“Miss Shen’s eyes being damaged doesn’t necessarily mean she must undergo surgery. I have a way to restore her sight.
Moreover… she’ll be able to see immediately!”