"Can you finally tell us now?" Meng Chaojun sat down on the sofa, letting out a breath.
No matter what, itās still more comfortable living at home.
"Whatās wrong? Did something happen?" Old Meng also looked at Meng Xinian.
Something seemed to have been discovered.
Meng Xinian said coolly, "Meng Sheng said thereās a suspicious person always lingering at the door of his hospital room."
"What? What kind of suspicious person?"
"I donāt know." Meng Xinian replied, "But itās very likely someone connected to Nian Che. Nian Che is not simple; Iāve told you all about this before. So during the time Iām not around, you all should stay home, donāt go anywhere, and donāt add burdens to Little."
Initially, upon hearing the first part of his sentence, Meng Chaojun felt a warmth in his heart, thinking he still cares about him, but upon hearing the latter part, his face darkened again.
So, what this son is most afraid of is them causing trouble for Chiang Xiao, right?
He felt somewhat bitter inside, unsure how to express himself.
This might be the way relations with his son will always be in this life?
But, isnāt this already considered quite good?
Chiang Xiao glanced at him and said, "Nian Che likely has more than just revenge for past events in mind. Brother Xinian is right; he may still be plotting something. Dad, your health isnāt that great now, so itās better not to confront him directly, avoiding him would be best."
Chiang Xiaoās words softened it quite a bit.
Meng Chaojunās face eased as well.
"You say Nian Che wants revenge for past events, but Iām a bit unclear. Who wronged him back then? And does he have any right to seek revenge? He was... " He paused, glanced at Meng Xinian, and continued, "He burned his face in front of the tomb; it was his carelessness. Could he possibly blame us for it?"
He seemingly really knew nothing of the past entanglement.
Chiang Xiao sighed.
Meng Xinianās face turned glum like water.
If not for his foolishness back then, being played around by people, would his mother have been depressed?
Thus, seeing Meng Chaojun so oblivious, his anger almost came rushing up.
"You donāt know Nian Che admired my mom back then? You didnāt know that because my mom cared only for you, he grew hateful from love? You always didnāt know why he resents our family, resents me? Because Iām born by mom and you!"
Meng Chaojun was shocked, eyes wide, unable to immediately grasp the meaning of his words.
"What did you say?"
"Still donāt get it?" Meng Xinianās temple throbbed as he thought of Nian Chengchengās diary records, "All the misunderstandings between you and my mom were orchestrated!"
"You, you say what?" Meng Chaojunās complexion changed; actually he understood every word Meng Xinian said, yet couldnāt grasp the implication.
"I said, you..."
Chiang Xiao took Meng Xinianās hand, "Brother Xinian."
Meng Chaojun is still sick, and quite seriously ill. Talking about those matters now might agitate him, itās unpredictable.
Old Meng quickly stood up as well, "Alright, alright, letās discuss these matters later. You just came out from the hospital, might not be clean. Go take a bath, change clothes, and then come down to eat."
Discussing those past issues now could really badly affect Meng Chaojun.