Su Tong was in a great mood when she visited Ning Zhe at the hospital.
She had just attended this week’s board meeting. In her opinion, managing a company was similar to managing a family. There was no important difference between the two.
She had been elated when she looked at her son, dressed in his suit and tie, sitting in the meeting room. She could already imagine the day where he could sit in the chairman’s seat. At that time, the Ning Group would belong to her and her son. How wonderful.
Over the past few days, she had also heard about the Mu Group during the board meeting. Initially, she had been gloating over the Mu Group’s misfortune; she had hoped the Mu Group would go bankrupt so that wretched girl would be left with nothing. However, later she heard that not only was the Mu Group fine, but it had even risen to new heights. Her heart could not help ache when she heard that; why was that wretched girl’s life so good?
Su Tong looked at Ning Zhe who was still lying on the bed, unconscious. She looked away in disgust and brought her phone out to call her beautician. She had planned to go to the beauty salon to get a beauty treatment before resting.
At this moment, Ning Chun opened the door and strode into the ward. He said respectfully, “Madam.”
Su Tong said haughtily, “You came just in time. I have something to do so I need to leave first. Help me look after Master.”
“Understood.” Ning Chun’s expression remained the same from beginning to the end. Whether it was the time when the pair of mother and son were trying to curry favor with him or now, when they were bossing around, his attitude remained the same.
Su Tong had been discomfited by this in the beginning, and as time passed, she no longer thought much of it.
Ning Chun stood at the door and watched Su Tong get into the elevator before he returned to the room and locked the door. Then, he said to Ning Zhe who was lying on the bed, “Master, it’s safe now.”
Ning Zhe stirred. His movements were stiff when Ning Chun helped him up and put two pillows behind his back to make him feel more comfortable. After he stretched his limbs, he said, “Ah, I have to think of another way soon. It doesn’t feel good to keep lying down.”
Ning Chun hurriedly said, “Why don’t you let everyone know you’ve regained consciousness. It’s not a good idea to keep pretending.”
This time, Ning Zhe did not object to it. “Alright. We’ll do it in another one or two days. It’s more convenient when you’re around…”
Subsequently, Ning Chun briefly reported the recent events in the company.
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