After Chen Lan finished speaking and was about to end the call, he suddenly rembered sothing and said to Su Xiaong,
"Ming Lang ca over to bring you lunch today, and during the conversation, he ntioned that last night Yin Shiqing caused quite a scene at your second sister’s house."
"..."
"Ming Lang ca over to bring you lunch today, and during the conversation, he ntioned that last night Yin Shiqing caused quite a scene at your second sister’s house."
"..."
Su Xiaong’s heart skipped a beat, and she imdiately thought of the health of the two elders.
Previously, when she visited the Shan Family, she happened to run into the family doctor who ca to give the elders a health check-up. A few casual words exchanged with the family doctor had revealed a subtle worry, which Xiao ng understood clearly.
To avoid Yin Shiqing repeatedly causing trouble for the family, the entire Yin Mansion had already been vacated.
Now, Yin Shiqing was audacious enough to co knocking on their door to cause trouble.
"He..."
"But rest assured, the two elders should be fine. Ming Lang’s soldier brother ca back last night and happened to run into Yin Shiqing and his wife."
"Uh..."
Su Xiaong hesitated for a mont, not worried about the two elders but rather worried about Yin Shiqing and his wife,
"Yin Shiqing and his wife won’t be in any trouble, right?"
"After all, they are still Shan Mingxu’s elders; he wouldn’t use the sa tactics he uses to deal with hooligans on Yin Shiqing and his wife. In Ming Lang’s words, he just mockingly ’whipped’ them back with a leather whip."
"Pfft..."
Su Xiaong suddenly laughed. Even though she wasn’t there, she could imagine the scene.
This wasn’t the first or second ti Yin Shiqing and his wife suffered at the hands of Shan Mingxu. Shan Mingxu’s ability to intimidate wasn’t sothing just anyone could cultivate.
Knowing that Shan Mingxu was there, Xiao ng felt much more at ease.
"What did Yin Shiqing go to the Shan Family to find the elders for, did Ming Lang say?"
"He ntioned sothing about a position adjustnt in the Central governnt, and it’s rumored that Old Master Yin undermined Yin Shiqing in private."
"..."
Su Xiaong was taken aback.
She hadn’t expected Old Master Yin to do such a thing.
He must be thoroughly disappointed. Even though it was a son he had raised himself, he was no longer willing to acknowledge him at this point.
"However, according to Ming Lang, Old Master Yin does not admit to undermining Yin Shiqing."
Su Xiaong raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Nobody really knows what’s going on. If you want to find out, you’ll have to wait until you co back and ask the two elders of the Yin Family yourself."
"Okay."
"By the way... how is President Yin doing? Is he alright?"
Su Xiaong turned to look at the man lying quietly on the hospital bed—unusually thin and frail. It was truly difficult for her to say the word "alright".
"...He’ll be alright."
She murmured softly. Chen Lan’s throat caught, guessing roughly that Yin Shixiu’s current condition might not be good.
"Yeah, he’ll be alright."
————
On the hospital bed, Yin Shixiu lay there.
What pleased Xiao ng was that even in just a few short days, Yin Shixiu’s ntal state had noticeably improved compared to before.
Xiao ng stayed by his side at all tis. When he slept, she rested, and when he woke, she talked to him.
She spoke, and he listened. Besides sharing so interesting news and stories, Xiao ng occasionally sang little tunes.
That day, after singing two songs, she suddenly got excited and, while the doctor was away, started singing "Dancing Queen" right in the hospital room.
It was the song they both loved the most.
Back then, driving from Bath to London took over an hour. The outskirts of Bath were peaceful and quiet, with winding yet smooth roads.
Along the way, they played this passionate classic song on repeat.
She humd along, shaking her head, while Yin Shixiu lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers in ti with the music.
She laughed at him for being an old-tir, asking how he could love such old songs.
Yin Shixiu sighed, only able to internally lant the thirteen-year age gap between them—an age difference roughly equivalent to a generational preference in music.
But that reason, he would never willingly voice.
Thankfully, classics are called classics because no matter the ti or the era, they always resonate with people in different ways.
As she sang, the "dance soul" that lay dormant within Xiao ng couldn’t be contained anymore, and she started dancing right in the hospital room.
Yin Shixiu watched with delight until the attending doctor walked in with a cold, stern face.
"Mrs. Yin, didn’t I tell you that your husband’s emotions shouldn’t be overly stirred?"
Su Xiaong’s dancing stopped abruptly. Without saying a word, she quietly tidied her clothes and sat back in her chair like a child who had done sothing wrong.
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