Mu Yancheng suddenly laughed coldly. “Meng Qingxue, don’t think so highly of yourself. Power, wealth, and status. Which man doesn’t yearn for it? Which man isn’t captivated by it? Indeed, I’m not so decisive like Mu Yazhe that I would abandon everything for a woman! I’m not as capable as him, who can rely on himself even after leaving the Mu family. Yes! I’m useless. I’m not as responsible as Mu Yazhe. I’m useless and weak! If Mu Yazhe hadn’t given up his position, I won’t even be capable enough to become the leader of Disheng Financial Group! Are you satisfied with my explanation?”


  His self-esteem had been utterly trampled on by her words.

  All along, Mu Yancheng had thought of himself as a contradiction.

  Although he came from a well-off family, he had always felt inferior when compared to Mu Yazhe. He felt extremely conflicted, as if he was living in two contradictory worlds.

  After much difficulty, he finally found a glimmer of hope. He tried his best to grasp it, but the woman closest to him crushed his hopes completely.

  Meng Qingxue bit her lip. “I didn’t mean that!”


  “Meng Qingxue, did you know? I’m doing all this because I promised that I’ll give you and your child the best lives possible. I can promise you that I won’t lay a finger on Song Enya, and I definitely won’t touch any other woman! But why are you trampling over my self-esteem like this?”


  Venting his anger, Mu Yancheng’s entire body stiffened and his muscles bulged under his shirt, as if he was about to fly into a rage any moment.

  Realizing that she had said something wrong, Meng Qingxue became anxious and frustrated. She wanted to explain herself, but she did not know where to start!

  “Yancheng, calm down!” Meng Qingxue hesitated for a long time before mumbling, “I said something wrong. I……”


  “Looks like you haven’t really thought through our relationship at all!” spat Mu Yancheng furiously. He abruptly stood up, spun around, and left.

  “Yancheng!”


  When Meng Qingxue saw him leave, she could not help but panic. Standing up, she was about to chase after him when the light fixture of the operation theatre behind her turned off.

  The door opened.

  When Meng Qingxue heard the commotion, she spun around. The door of the operating theater was flung wide open, with a group of nurses rushing out as they pushed a hospital bed along.

  Feeling extremely anxious, she glanced in the direction that Mu Yancheng had left in, then back at Chu He, who was being pushed out by the nurses. After a moment of hesitation, she clenched her fists tightly and walked toward the attending surgeon.

  “Doctor, how’s the surgery? Is it successful?”


  The doctor glanced at her and saw the tears streaming down her face. Assuming that she was too scared and worried, he immediately consoled her. “Miss, don’t worry! The operation was very successful! However, we need to transfer the patient to an intensive care unit immediately. After the operation, she needs to rest well until the infection stage passes.”


  Meng Qingxue’s mind was still preoccupied by Mu Yancheng’s earlier words. All she heard was that Chu He’s operation was very successful. Although she was happy, she was still distracted by what Mu Yancheng said.

  Meng Qingxue probed, “Then…… Are the medical fees we paid sufficient?”


  When the doctor heard her words, he was stunned. Feeling puzzled, he threw the question back at her, “The man who was together with you paid for everything. He paid three hundred thousand in one go. Didn’t you know about that?”


  “.……”


  Meng Qingxue was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning.