My Youth Began With Him

“Wei Liao, I know how you feel. Truly, I’m grateful that Ying came to us; she saved Mingxi’s life.”

“That scumbag Shen Mingxi doesn’t deserve to be saved. If I knew about it, I’d never allowed my sister to come here… The Wei Family owes your the Shen Family not a single thing. My father said we don’t want to have any connection with your Shen Family for the rest of our lives… That’s it.”

With a livid face, Wei Liao carried Wei Ying from the bed.

“Wei, pull out the infusion tube…” Wei Liao turned his head and looked at his wife.

“Honey… Maybe we should wait until Ying wakes up…” Jiang Xiaowei tried to dissuade him.

“Can she leave after she wakes up? Are you sure she’d not do more blood donations and die of blood exhaustion?” Wei Liao asked in a cold voice.

Jiang Xiaowei: “…”

Jiang Xiaowei had been married to Wei Liao for years, and their son Wei Yunchu was now several years old.

They had always been fond of each other, even though the love between them wasn’t as strong and earth-shaking as the love between Qin Chu and Huo Mian.

In the past years, Wei Liao had always been good to Jiang Xiaowei, and she was the one who had the final say in their home.

It was the first time that he showed anger to his wife in a public place…

But Jiang Xiaowei knew that it was an exception and didn’t blame Wei Liao. After all, the great war between the Shen Family and the Wei Family had even been reported by most of the media.

She still remembered how Wei Liao, a low-keyed person, had been pushed to the frontline of the uproar.

Wei Ying and Shen Mingxi’s divorce had hurt not only Wei Ying but all the members of her family.

For a while, even the prices of the Wei Family’s stock had dropped; it was a dark memory…

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Jiang Xiaowei gave in and gently pulled the transfusion tube from the unconscious Wei Ying; then she followed Wei Liao without a word.

Carrying Wei Ying in his arms, Wei Liao looked livid…

He paused when he passed Su Yu and Tang Chuan.

Not knowing what to do, Su Yu touched his nose.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Wei Liao said.

“Okay.”

Su Yu nodded. They had been pals for years and knew each other’s minds.

Ten minutes after Wei Liao was gone, Su Yu and Tang Chuan took their leave when they saw Shen Mingxi was out of danger.

The visiting friends and relatives all left except Shen Mingxi’s parents.

“Mrs. Shen, please go home. You’re not young and have high blood pressure; you’ll not feel well if you don’t get enough sleep. We can take care of the young master.”

The maids took turns to talk to Mrs. Shen, trying to persuade her to go home.

“No. I must wait until he wakes up…” Mrs. Shen held her son’s hand tightly and stared at his face without blinking.

When Mr. Shen saw his son was out of danger, he left at midnight with the help of his assistant.

When Su Yu got home, Little Bean sent him an invitation to video-chat.

“Hello. Little Bean, what’s up?” Su Yu smiled.

“Can’t I talk to you when nothing’s up?”

“Of course you can. What’s going on? You don’t sound right. Did your sister beat you?” Su Yu asked with a chuckle.

“Humph! Do you think I’m that weak? Look at her weight, and you’ll know she’s no match for me,” Little Bean bragged.

“What are you doing?” Su Yu asked.

“My mom told me to contact you. Maybe she misses you.” Little Bean began spouting nonsense.

“Get out. Stop talking nonsense.” Su Yu blushed.

At this moment, Huo Mian took over the video-chat.

Wearing a simple and reserved long dress with half sleeves and pictures of English letters, she looked like a gentle breeze.

“Are you home? How did things go at the hospital? Xiaowei told me that Mr. Wei lost his temper,” asked Huo Mian in a soft voice.