The woman’s voice was full of grievance. If Duan Yang hadn’t known the full story, he would have been genuinely misled by her.
Faced with Ye Shaohua’s unreasonable behavior, he had already lost his initial patience.
Duan Yang frowned impatiently and was just about to reprimand her sternly when footsteps echoed from the corridor, growing clearer by the moment.
Shang Shiyan and Fu Yuan walked over side by side, with Fu Yuan holding the freshly issued examination report in his hand.
“These are your little girl’s test results from today. The situation isn’t looking good. Do you want to take a look?”
Fu Yuan had dropped his usual lighthearted demeanor, his expression turning serious.
Shang Shiyan was just about to take it when he was interrupted by the commotion from Meng’s parents at the door.
The man’s brows furrowed slightly, the movement carrying his emotions, and a faint chill flickered through his pitch-black eyes that seemed to have no bottom.
He appeared to glance at the two casually, but the moment they were under his gaze, it was as if they had been frozen in place, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
A bone-piercing coldness surged through their bodies, and the two were so frightened they hunched their backs, clamping their mouths tightly shut.
They didn’t dare utter a single extra word, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Watching the two in their current state, Duan Yang found it even more ridiculous.
“Is she… awake in there?”
Fu Yuan jerked his chin toward Duan Yang. Seeing the other man shake his head at him, he pulled out his phone to check the time, then turned to look at Shang Shiyan.
“She should be about ready to wake up. Go in and call her. I still need to talk with her, assess her condition, and also see if her scrambled memories have improved any.”
“Wait.”
Shang Shiyan pressed his lips together. Only when he mentioned Meng Zhi did his cold gaze soften.
“Brother, how am I supposed to wait?”
Fu Yuan was practically speechless with exasperation.
He had surgeries scheduled, okay?!
A man this calm and composed normally, and he turns out to be a lovesick fool!
If word of this ever got out, no one in the entire Beijing circle would believe it—they’d think he’d lost his mind.
Watching Shang Shiyan with his utterly serious expression, clearly prepared to make him wait until the person inside woke up, Fu Yuan felt both annoyed and helpless. He could only pull a bitter face and speak in a placating tone: “I’m begging you, CEO Shang. I’m not as leisurely as you. I have an expert symposium later—this is the only free time I’ve got…”
As for Fu Yuan, Meng’s parents had naturally heard of him—the young master of the Fu family.
For someone like him to be speaking so humbly, the person before them was definitely not someone simple.
CEO Shang?
Meng Shitian stared at him, noting the slight resemblance in his features to Shang Ye, and sank into deep thought.
Could he be Shang Ye’s uncle—the true power behind the Shang Group, Shang Shiyan?
At the thought of this possibility, the look in Meng Shitian’s eyes grew increasingly dark and profound.
The two of them cowered like quails, not daring to say a single word the entire time.
Only after Shang Shiyan and Fu Yuan stopped speaking did they swallow hard and, with trembling voices, state their identities and purpose.
“Mr…. Mr. Shang, we’re Meng Zhi’s parents. We’re here to see her…”
No sooner had the two started speaking than they heard Fu Yuan let out a cold sneer.
The man’s narrow, upturned eyes cast a mocking, contemptuous gaze, sweeping over the two before quickly looking away and landing back on Shang Shiyan.
“What? Parents? So Miss Meng isn’t an orphan after all?”
He clicked his tongue twice, his sarcastic tone making Meng’s parents’ hearts leap violently in their chests.
The two instinctively wanted to retort, but they were also afraid of the identities of the two men, so they could only force awkward smiles.
“What are you saying…”
“What am I saying? Can’t you understand plain human speech?”
Fu Yuan’s temperament was notoriously difficult to deal with in their circle—he said whatever was on his mind, and wouldn’t spare anyone’s feelings even if the emperor himself showed up.
After learning about what Meng Zhi had been through, he had long been indignant on her behalf.
Now that the two had run into him, he naturally gave them no kindness at all.
Facing his humiliation, Meng’s parents’ expressions shifted again and again.
“Your daughter was in a car accident, on the brink of death, and her own parents didn’t show their faces for an entire week. People like you who are so irresponsible—do you even deserve to be called parents?”
Fu Yuan sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm, and after speaking, he didn’t forget to spit fiercely in their direction.
“You…”
Ye Shaohua held back again and again, but now her face was flushed red with rage.
Although the Meng family couldn’t compare to the Fu family, they were still respectable figures.
She had lived most of her life without ever suffering such humiliation.
She gritted her teeth, and for a moment even wanted to just turn around and leave.
But the thought had barely surfaced in her mind before it was immediately dismissed.
Not to mention whether the men would even let them leave, there was also that matter…
Her brow twitched slightly. For Qinyan’s happiness, she chose to stay after all.
“With parents like you, one might as well admit to being an orphan. I really don’t know what right people like you have to be parents. You dress all fancy and look the part, but who would’ve thought you’ve got hearts black as coal!”
“People like you do business too? You look like black-hearted, rotten-livered profiteers. I wonder if the people who do business with you are scared.”
Seeing the Meng parents standing there speechless, Fu Yuan still felt unsatisfied.
He stared at Shang Shiyan and asked in a mocking tone, “Don’t you think I’m right?”
Shang Shiyan hummed in agreement, completely unwilling to spare them even a glance.
The man’s voice was icy and indifferent—even a single tone was enough to send chills down one’s spine, with an indescribable fear surging from the depths of the heart.
Shang Shiyan’s thin lips parted slightly: “But meaningless people—whether they show up or not, whether they live or die—don’t really matter.”
Meaningless?
The Meng parents stood frozen in place, taking a long while to process Shang Shiyan’s words.
They were Meng Zhi’s parents—the ones who had given birth to her and raised her. How could they be meaningless people?
“You’re right.”
Fu Yuan shot him an admiring look. When it came to a sharp tongue, no one beat Shang Shiyan.
So many years had passed, and his skill had only grown, not diminished in the slightest.
Remembering all those times he’d been verbally demolished to the point of speechlessness, nearly having a heart attack, Fu Yuan felt like tears were about to stream down his face.
Duan Yang didn’t dare make a sound either, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Just as the atmosphere was growing increasingly awkward and stiff, a faint rustling sound came from inside the room—very soft.
But Duan Yang still caught it. He cautiously glanced toward his boss, then gently pushed the door open a crack. Meng Zhi’s voice came from within.
The young woman had clearly just woken up, her voice carrying a hint of laziness and hoarseness.
When she didn’t spot Shang Shiyan’s figure, a visible panic and helplessness crept into her eyes.
“Honey…?”
The slightly flustered voice reached Shang Shiyan’s ears, tugging at his heart.
The man took the insulated food container Duan Yang handed over and strode inside with long, quick steps.
Fu Yuan followed closely behind, catching a glimpse of the Meng parents trying to keep up from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with disdain.
“This is a VIP ward. There’s no need for irrelevant outsiders to come in.”
He emphasized the words “irrelevant outsiders” and gave Duan Yang an extra pointed look.
“You know President Shang’s temper well. If he gets upset about the person in there… none of us will have an easy time of it.”