The Meng Family returned home late at night.
They were so caught up in arguing with the Ling Familyâs second branch that they hadnât even had dinner.
Mother Meng was seething with anger, and her gaze towards her daughter was unfriendly: "Look at what kind of friends youâve been spending time with?"
Meng Yiran felt a bit guilty and said, "Mom, how can you blame this on me? How was I supposed to know that Ling Keke, who always seemed so aloof, would do something so disgraceful?"
Mother Meng slapped the table in anger: "Thankfully this incident happened today, otherwise if their plan had succeeded, our Meng Family would have become the laughingstock of the whole courtyard!"
Meng Yiran spoke quietly, "Mom, isnât this a way to redeem my mistakes?"
Mother Meng was really unhappy with the trouble her daughterâs poor choice in friends had caused, but after hearing this, she wasnât as angry. If Yiran hadnât bumped into them today, the consequences would have been terrifying: "Go check the kitchen for something to eat. Looking at you is just annoying."
Meng Yiran knew her mom had calmed down: "Alright, Iâll go right away."
After Meng Yiran left, Mother Meng thought of her son, who had said with a stern face he wouldnât come home for a few days, and her face was full of worry.
Todayâs events must have really upset him.
But things had already reached this point, and seeing Shen Guqingâs resolute demeanor, it seemed impossible for him to return home. She sighed inwardly, wondering if sheâd truly made a mistake.
She felt a wave of annoyance and unrest within her.
*
Xinyan received a notification that day; the inspection teamâs visit would end in three days.
She calculated the time, realizing that three days later would be Saturday, just before she needed to return to school on Monday.
It was also time to find Zhang Daliang, as the previous goods should have been almost cleared.
She took out the medical book her senior had given her and was about to start reading when Shao Rongrong rushed in: "Xinyan, someone downstairs is looking for you."
Xinyan looked up, puzzled: "Whoâs looking for me?"
Shao Rongrong shook her head: "I donât know him either, but I saw him with Director Hu. Heâs waiting for you in the small lounge on the first floor."
Even more puzzled, Xinyan put the medical book away, straightened her clothes, and told Shao Rongrong, who had been urging her to go downstairs, "Iâm going."
Shao Rongrong waved her hand: "Hurry up, donât keep him waiting too long."
When Xinyan arrived, Director Hu hadnât left yet and waved at her from a distance: "Xinyan, over here."
Xinyan walked over and saw a middle-aged man standing next to Director Hu, with a slightly younger man standing beside them.
Director Hu, seeing her approach, smiled and said, "Xinyan, let me introduce you."
He then turned to the man beside him: "This is Comrade Zheng Yuezhong, the youngest son of the old man you saved the other day. The one next to him is Comrade Zheng Yuzhe, the old manâs eldest grandson. They came specifically to thank you."
Xinyan didnât consider herself to have saved the old man that day, and she didnât dare take the credit: "I didnât do anything significant; I didnât personally assist the old man. I just alerted someone to get help and send him to the hospital after noticing him fall."
Zheng Yuezhong, standing beside, hadnât expected Xinyan to say this and greatly admired her unassuming, truth-seeking character: "Xinyan, you shouldnât put it that way. We spoke to the doctors, and they said if not for your prompt actions, my father might have been in real danger."
Since they had put it that way, Xinyan didnât decline further: "How is the old man now?"
Zheng Yuezhong smiled: "Because he was taken to the hospital in time, although he has some aftereffects, heâs recovering quite well. The doctors said if it had been any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Weâve been meaning to come thank you but hadnât found the time until now. Please forgive us."
Xinyan found the Zheng Family to be quite sincere: "Please, donât say that. Anyone who saw what happened would have taken action; it was really just a small gesture. You donât need to be overly concerned about it."
At this moment, Zheng Yuzhe, who hadnât spoken yet, said, "Perhaps itâs nothing to you, but to us, itâs a significant favor."
He then placed two bags of gifts in front: "This is just a token of our appreciation. We hope you wonât mind."