Chu Yilan picked up his coat, and Ming Congshan immediately stood. "President Chu, this..."
"Enjoy your meal." Chu Yilan cut him off, then walked straight out.
Surprise flashed in the eyes of the man who had just offered him a toast, as though he hadn't expected Chu Yilan to leave just like that.
Once the private room door closed, quite a few people breathed a sigh of relief.
Ming Congshan did too, but his expression soon soured. The Food Factory hadn't been doing particularly well these past two years, and the Ming Family had long since fallen into decline. Still, he refused to give up. He had come tonight hoping, at least in part, to secure an investment from Chu Yilan, but the man clearly wasn't interested.
Ming Congshan turned to the young man who had offered the toast. "Ming Lin, I'll introduce you two another time."
Ming Lin took a shallow breath, suppressed his emotions, and nodded with a smile.
Who needs you to introduce us? Useless! Ming Lin thought. He was Ming Congshan's nephew, the most outstanding of his generation, yet compared with Chu Yilan... Ming Lin lowered his head, concealing every trace of emotion.
While Chu Yilan sped home, Aunt Fen had already received his call and hurried to the bedroom.
Shen Lian was on his knees, bent forward, both hands bunching the quilt against his chest. The sight was terrifying.
"Xiao Lian?" Even Aunt Fen's voice shook. "How are you feeling? I-I'll call an ambulance right now. We're going to the hospital!"
"Not yet." Shen Lian's voice was low and hoarse. "Auntie, there are two bottles of medicine by the bedside table. Sorry for the trouble, but could you give me one pill from each?"
Aunt Fen immediately did as he asked.
Shen Lian took the