Mr. Mo, your wife has given birth to triplets again.

Chapter 722 Reunion at the Airport

"Brother-in-law, let's not talk about it anymore."

Song Huiyao's former arrogance was shattered by the reality that his group was facing bankruptcy, his father was seriously ill, and he was trying to raise funds everywhere but to no avail.

He became realistic and humble.

Especially in front of Helian Cheng, the president of the He Group, whom he once despised but now looks up to.

"Cawing like a crow."

Helian Tie muttered a curse.

Song Huiyao shut his mouth, his worried eyes still fixed on the screen.

Seeing her half-brother, who had once been arrogant and domineering in front of her and had humiliated her in every way, being scolded by her husband, Song Zhizhi wore an expression that said, "You've finally met your match."

Thinking of the humiliation and torment that Song Huiyao and Song Huirui had inflicted on her, a chill crept into her eyes.

Now that the Song family has fallen, they are trying to curry favor with her, attempting to use their cold-hearted family ties to blackmail her and make her pay for their luxurious lifestyle. Is that even possible?

Six hours later, on the screen, there was a scene of Liang Yaosheng taking off his surgical gown and instructing his assistant to take the patient to the ICU. Song Zhizhi knew that the surgery was over.

She stood up from the sofa and stretched to relieve the numbness in her legs and feet caused by sitting for a long time.

"Honey, let's go out. The surgery is over."

"it is good."

Helian Cheng also stood up and pulled Song Zhizhi out of the lounge. The dean was already waiting at the entrance of the lounge.

"Mr. He, Madam, Mr. Song's surgery was a success. He has been transferred to the ICU for observation. Once all his data stabilizes, he can be moved to a regular ward. Professor Liang has already left."

"Oh? Professor Liang left? We haven't thanked him yet."

Helian Cheng looked regretful.

"Professor Liang is exhausted from the long surgery, so he went back to rest. Mr. He, you can thank him at another time."

“That works. I’ll have my second brother, Mo’er, contact him in a few days. We’re all family, so it’s easy for us to get in touch.”

"Oh."

The dean's eyes widened in surprise. So Professor Liang and the boss were related?

No wonder so many wealthy people spend a fortune to hire Liang Yaosheng for surgery, while Song Weilong, the president of a small group, was able to hire him; it turns out they are relatives.

"Can we go see my dad?"

Song Huiyao and Song Huirui came out of the lounge, looking worried.

“Strictly speaking, after a patient is admitted to the ICU, family members are only allowed half an hour of visiting time each day. However, since you are Mr. He’s brothers, it is possible. But you must be fully disinfected and put on sterile clothing before you can go in, and you cannot stay for too long.”

"Okay, thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome, Xiao Chen. Take the two young masters of Song to disinfect."

The hospital director looked at an operating room nurse and gave her instructions.

"Young Madam, would you like to go in and take a look?"

The dean then asked Song Zhizhi.

"No need, it's enough to know that his surgery was successful."

On the surface, Song Zhizhi showed no concern whatsoever for Song Weilong after his surgery.

The dean was even more surprised.

Could his information be incorrect?

Isn't the young mistress Mr. Song's daughter?

As a daughter, how could I not visit my father after his surgery?

Suppressing his doubts, the dean smiled.

"it is good."

"Take good care of him, we're leaving now."

Helian Cheng gave the dean an instruction.

"Yes, Mr. He, our nurses are very professional and will definitely take good care of Mr. Song."

The dean respectfully escorted Helian Cheng and Song Zhizhi to the elevator.

Only after the two figures disappeared did the hospital director call in Song Weilong's attending physician, Feng Cheng, to understand the specific situation.

"Dean, what's wrong? I'm a little tired and want to rest."

Feng Cheng was Liang Yaosheng's second assistant during surgery.

After several hours of surgery, both he and Liang Yaosheng were exhausted. All he wanted to do was lie down on the bed in the rest room and get a good night's sleep.

Unexpectedly, the dean stopped him.

"You are Mr. Song's attending physician and know that the boss is his son-in-law, but why do I see such a distant relationship between the boss and his wife and Mr. Song?"

"Dean, why are you so gossipy? I overheard the two young masters of the Song family talking about how Mr. Song and the two young masters used to treat the young mistress very badly. They even planned to marry her off to an old man in exchange for funds to be injected to save the Song Group. Maybe that's the reason!"

Feng Cheng said with a look of impatience.

"I see. Then I know how to treat Mr. Song. It seems that what the boss meant by taking good care of him before he left was not the kind of care I was thinking of."

"Forget it, Dean. No matter what, they're still family. He's also the boss's father-in-law. We should be careful."

After Feng Cheng finished speaking, he quickly left.

The hospital director was still pondering whether President He would reconcile with Mr. Song, and how their hospital should treat Mr. Song.

"It's hard to fathom what the boss is thinking!"

The dean sighed and returned to his office.

C Country International Airport

Cheng Sihan, wearing a new Burberry grey trench coat, pulled her suitcase and prepared to leave the airport.

He came to Country C alone this time to help with the preparations for his sister and brother-in-law's upcoming wedding.

He did not inform his sister, Cheng Sinuo, before he came.

He was already very familiar with Country C, so he didn't need his sister to pick him up at the airport.

A woman with an elegant demeanor, chestnut-colored curly hair cascading down her waist like seaweed, fair skin, delicate features, red lips and white teeth, wearing large sunglasses, and holding a sign with her name on it walked towards us.

Upon seeing the woman's familiar figure, Cheng Sihan inexplicably paused in his steps.

As they brushed past each other, the familiar scent emanating from the woman sent a shiver down his spine.

This fragrance…

"Song Nuannuan, is that you?"

Cheng Sihan tentatively called out.

The woman trembled when she heard the familiar male voice.

She quickened her pace, as if she hadn't heard Cheng Sihan's voice, and headed towards the crowd of people waiting to greet them.

Cheng Sihan turned around, walked quickly to the woman, and grabbed her hand.

The familiar touch, the woman's soft hands, still as tender and delicate as I remember.

"Nuan Nuan, it really is you."

"Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. Please let go. My client has arrived. Don't delay me from picking them up."

The woman's face was cold as she forcefully shook off Cheng Sihan's hand.

Cheng Sihan quickly removed the large sunglasses from the woman's face.

A familiar face, a familiar scent—who else could it be but Song Nuannuan?

Cheng Sihan's feelings and longings, which had been buried deep in her heart for many years, surged forth like a rising tide.

His eyes turned red instantly.

"Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan, is it really you? Why did you leave without saying goodbye back then? Have you returned to Country C all these years?"

Cheng Sihan threw down his suitcase and hugged Song Nuannuan tightly.

"Cheng Sihan, let me go."

Song Nuannuan was held tightly by Cheng Sihan, making it difficult for her to breathe. She tried hard to break free from Cheng Sihan's embrace.