Yu Ning acted with remarkable efficiency.
Hospital.
During the interval when Zuo Yang was undergoing her examination, Yu Ning watched his CEO, who stood like a devoted husband waiting for his wife, and repeatedly hesitated to speak.
“She is Zuo Yang, no doubt about it,” Mo Qingyan naturally knew what Yu Ning was thinking and spoke up. “As for other matters, you will know when the time is right.”
“Yes, CEO.”
Mo Qingyan thought of something: “Keep the matter of the child confidential for now.”
Yu Ning nodded: “Understood.”
Even without the CEO’s reminder, he knew what to do.
So everyone at the hospital was part of their inner circle—there was no risk of exposure.
Mainly, this matter was just too unbelievable.
Someone who had been dead for five years suddenly returned alive, unchanged in appearance and age.
In those five years, he had gone from a handsome young man to a rough-looking uncle.
So if word got out about the young lady, it would be disastrous.
As he thought this, Yu Ning’s gaze drifted back to his CEO.
Although five years had passed and the CEO was now 29, aside from being thinner and somewhat sickly, time had left no trace on the CEO’s face.
That face was still astonishingly handsome!
Comparing people really was frustrating.
But still, the CEO had finally come back to life.
Remembering how the CEO had lived in agony every single day for the past five years, Yu Ning couldn’t help but feel his eyes grow hot.
He silently thanked all the deities, thinking that heaven and these gods must have taken pity, so they returned Miss Zuo Yang to the CEO.
“Ah—!”
Suddenly, a startled cry came from the examination room.
Mo Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat, and Yu Ning immediately reacted, pushing the CEO in his wheelchair into the examination room.
“What happened!” Mo Qingyan exclaimed in panic.
But then he saw his little one blinking her big eyes at him, filled with disbelief, her rosy pink lips pursed high.
“Mo Qingyan, my cancer… it’s gone.”
As she said this, Zuo Yang still felt somewhat dazed.
Could this be an effect of traveling back?
Was she cured?
Hearing this, Mo Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the doctor: “What are the examination results?”
The doctor didn’t dare be careless in the slightest and replied very seriously, “Don’t worry, Mo Zong. This young lady’s physical indicators are all normal. Simply put, she is in excellent health!”
At this, Mo Qingyan was truly completely relieved, and a faint smile finally appeared on his pale face.
Watching this scene, Yu Ning could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down his face.
Wah, his CEO hadn’t smiled in such a long, long time…
…
The car drove smoothly along the road.
Zuo Yang glanced at Yu Ning, who was driving, noting his still-red eyes.
Well, both master and servant had turned into crybabies.
“Can we go directly to the Slums now?” the young girl asked the man beside her. “The sooner, the better.”
“Alright,” Mo Qingyan replied with a smile. Knowing the child was healthy, what wouldn’t he agree to?
At that moment, Yu Ning spoke up appropriately: “CEO, is the young lady coming to the Slums too? That place… isn’t very suitable.”
“Huh?” Zuo Yang tilted her head. “Mo Qingyan, you didn’t tell Yu Ning about the poisoning and Feng Lin?”
“What! Poisoned?! Who’s poisoned?!” Yu Ning exclaimed, pressing harder on the accelerator and causing the car to suddenly speed up.
Zuo Yang lost her balance, and just as her head was about to hit the window, a large hand swiftly pulled her head over.
“Yu Ning, are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Mo Qingyan scolded coldly, firmly holding the girl’s head against his chest.
“Ah, sorry, President, sorry, Miss.” Yu Ning quickly composed himself, and the car’s speed returned to normal.
Zuo Yang obediently pressed her face against Mo Qingyan’s chest and repeated to Yu Ning what she had previously told Mo Qingyan.
Although he had mentally prepared himself this time and didn’t slam on the accelerator again, Yu Ning’s hands gripping the steering wheel couldn’t stop trembling.
What had he just heard?
The President’s incurable illness was actually due to poisoning?!
“Only Feng Lin can cure this poison, so we must find him. Fortunately, there’s still time.” Knowing Yu Ning must be panicking, Zuo Yang continued.
“But how could the President be poisoned?!” Yu Ning was genuinely panicked, his voice trembling.
“Hmm…” Zuo Yang recalled the events from her dream, confirming she hadn’t dreamed about this particular matter, and shook her head. “Mo Qingyan, I don’t know how you were poisoned. But I think someone must have done this to you.”
Mo Qingyan gently stroked the girl’s head: “I’ll get to the bottom of this. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll stay with you!”
The girl patted her chest, speaking with utmost seriousness.
The usually aloof man smiled again: “Okay.”
Afterward, Zuo Yang chattered on about her own situation to Yu Ning.
Yu Ning truly felt his worldview had been turned upside down.
Transmigration?
Good heavens, his son must be something special—to encounter the metaphysical in his lifetime.
“So Yu Ning, no matter what strange things I do from now on, don’t be surprised.” Seeing Yu Ning desperately trying to contain his shock with a silly expression, Zuo Yang said with a laugh.
“Oh? Yeah!” Yu Ning instantly became serious. “Don’t worry, Miss, I know what to do.”
“I believe you.”
As she spoke, Zuo Yang yawned and curled up against Mo Qingyan’s chest.
Still somewhat feverish and exhausted from the ordeal at the hospital, she was tired.
“Sleep for a while.” Mo Qingyan gently patted the girl’s soft back, coaxing her.
“Okay, wake me when we arrive.” The girl’s voice grew drowsy.
“Mhm. Be good, sleep now.”
Soon, the sound of the girl’s even breathing filled the air.
“President, how could you be poisoned?” Once sure Zuo Yang was asleep, Yu Ning couldn’t hold back any longer, whispering urgently, “How is this possible?!”
Mo Qingyan continued rhythmically patting Zuo Yang’s back without stopping: “From now on, we must leave no traces in everything we do. We’ll wait until we meet that Feng Lin.”
“Understood.”
Meanwhile, Zuo Yang began dreaming again.
In her dream, after she died, her mother had actually planned to join her.
Because her mother couldn’t bear the thought of her precious daughter walking the path to the underworld alone…
But her mother knew she was worried about Mo Qingyan, knew how much her daughter loved him. Seeing Mo Qingyan on the verge of collapse, her mother ultimately decided to watch over this man for her daughter.
Her mother always put on a strong front in front of Mo Qingyan, making sure he ate and caring for his health.
She would personally prepare soup and meals for Mo Qingyan.
But whenever she was alone, Mother would weep bitterly.
Her longing turned into illness, festering in her heart.
Thus, her health grew increasingly worse.
And it was around this time that Mother finally could endure no more.
After seeing Mo Qingyan one last time, urging him to live well and saying she was going to find her daughter, Mother passed away.
Zuo Yang’s eyes snapped open, tears instantly streaming from the corners as she gasped for breath:
“Mo Qingyan, where’s my mother! How is she?”