Chiang Xiao went to pick some bok choy and beans and still hadnât heard Meng Xinianâs voice.
She turned her head to look at him and found him leaning on the railing with both hands, staring at the horizon, his expression somewhat somber and unclear.
Standing there, he gave off a sense of inner sadness and self-blame.
Logically, Tyrant Meng wouldnât make such a mistake. No matter what, as long as there was any chance, he would definitely try.
How can you know it wonât work if you donât try?
But in Old Yangâs case, he didnât think about trying at all.
Chiang Xiao, however, understood his thoughts.
Even Old Yangâs own son wasnât aware of his health condition, but Meng Xinian knew very well, showing how important Old Yang was to him, so Meng Xinian was very concerned about him.
With his observational skills, as soon as he paid attention, Old Yang couldnât hide anything from him.
Meng Xinian must have seen the extremely painful scene of Old Yang vomiting after eating. It was only after witnessing Old Yangâs suffering that he dared not try.
She walked over, hugged his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.
Meng Xinianâs body tensed up and then relaxed.
He lowered his head, held her hand around his waist, and said in a low voice, "Little, did I almost cause Old Man Yangâs death?"
Chiang Xiao knew he would feel sad and guilty.
She shook her head behind him and said, "Of course not. Did you try to persuade him to eat something, and then he threw up?"
Meng Xinian remained silent for a moment before saying, "I gave him the meat floss you handed over, and that day he vomited so severely that he almost couldnât recover."
At that time, he felt as if he had killed Old Yang with his own hands.
And it was with the food Chiang Xiaoxiao gave him.
Thatâs why he felt that Old Yang couldnât eat anything from Chiang Xiao; it wasnât that he hadnât tried, he already had.
He was afraid Chiang Xiao would feel sad if she knew, so he never mentioned this to her.
Thatâs why he always told her that he couldnât return to the Capital City during this period; he had to stay here, just in case anything happened to Old Yang, he could be around.
Yang Zhiqi had recently gone to another province for a meeting, so he had to stay here.
But he didnât expect Little Chiang to come.
He didnât expect her to get Old Yang to eat something.
And Old Yang could genuinely eat it.
This was simply...
If it werenât for Chiang Xiao, if he hadnât tried hard enough to save Old Yang, wouldnât Old Yang have been harmed by him?
Chiang Xiao suddenly understood.
So thatâs how it was.
She kissed his back, thinking how this tyrant, for those who had been good to him in the past, actually held them very dear to his heart.
"The meat floss I made was just a snack, and since itâs dry, I didnât add much Spirit Spring Water, so maybe he couldnât eat it," Chiang Xiao explained. "But the snacks required water, and I put a lot of effort into them this time. The proportion of Spring Water was much higher, so maybe the effect was much better."
"And I didnât even think of that," Meng Xinian said, "Back then, it was Old Man Yang who guided me to become a Supervisor Guard. I know, at that time, I wasnât old enough, but I secretly followed into the Alliance, and no one dragged me out because he had instructed them so."
If it werenât for Old Yang, there wouldnât be the current him.
Meng Xinianâs voice was low, "Those years he helped me a lot, even with which captain I should be with and what I could learnâit was all arranged by him behind the scenes."
It could be said that Old Yang was better and more responsible to him than Meng Chaojun.
But because of his health, Old Yang was willing to leave this circle, and Meng Xinian tried his best not to disturb him.