The small apartment finally returned to peace.
Ming Zheng no longer had the inclination to log into "Mo Kong Jian" (Ink Space).
She carefully placed the smoothed-out cushion in her arms onto the sofa.
The tips of her fingers gently stroked her seven senior brothers.
Her long, curling eyelashes, like raven feathers, gently drooped.
After the Ming family's commotion,
She truly missed... her senior brothers.
She had to find an excuse to return to the Mo Sect and see everyone.
At this moment, the property management called again: "Miss Ming, are you alright? I just saw them leave. Do you need me to call the police for you?"
The residents of "Bi Yun Xian Ju" (Jade Cloud Immortal Residence) were all people they could not afford to offend.
From the moment the Ming family, along with bodyguards, stormed in, even though Ming Zheng admitted they were her parents, the property management, seeing the aggressive demeanor of those people, remained somewhat concerned.
After seeing the Ming family leave, the property management quickly called to inquire.
Ming Zheng glanced at the mess strewn across the floor: "No need, just arrange for someone to come and help me clean up."
The property management breathed a sigh of relief and quickly responded: "Alright."
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Xiadu First Hospital.
Father Ming took Mother Ming directly to the hospital for a full check-up.
However, after various imaging and examination tests,
They could not determine what was wrong with Mother Ming's hands.
Under Father Ming's eagle-like gaze, the doctor sweated profusely: "Mr. Ming... Chairman Ming... Madam Ming's hands, it seems they are naturally... like this, not caused by acquired conditions. We... we are also unable to help."
With a "bang," Father Ming slammed his hand on the table: "What nonsense are you spouting? My wife has always been perfectly healthy! Congenital? How did you examine her? Call your director over!"
The other doctors looked at the reports in their hands and said with some helplessness: "But according to the values on the reports, Madam Ming indeed shows no detectable illness. Even if the director were here, the result would be the same."
Father Ming's emotions grew increasingly volatile. He reached out and grabbed the chief physician opposite him.
As he went to throw a punch, he was stopped by Ming Chu Yan.
"Dad, calm down!" Ming Chu Yan frowned, pressing Father Ming's hand back.
Then, he gave a slight, apologetic nod to the doctors: "Sorry for the trouble."
The doctors quickly got up and left.
Ming Chu Yan then released Father Ming.
Father Ming's face was cold and ashen. He looked at Mother Ming, who was lying on the hospital bed with her eyelids lowered, silently weeping, his eyes reddening with heartache.
He glared at Ming Chu Yan, his hoarse voice filled with reprimand: "Ming Chu Yan, what is going on with you? You contradict me in front of Ming Zheng, and now your mother is lying in a hospital bed, and you still contradict me!"
"Are you bewitched by that slut Ming Zheng!"
Ming Chu Yan raised his hand and gently patted Father Ming's shoulder: "Dad, you don't know, Ming Zheng she..."
"I don't know what?" Father Ming slapped Ming Chu Yan's hand away, his sinister eyebrows conveying a dark expression. "I only know that you could have acted against Ming Zheng! If you had made a move, would Ming Zheng still have the chance to be arrogant? Your mother wouldn't have gotten hurt, and Rou'er could have been brought back!"
A hint of deep meaning spread across Ming Chu Yan's gentle brows: "...Not necessarily."
Ming Zheng, she... was too unfathomable.
When facing Ming Zheng, he had that kind of intuition.
After seeing the hospital's examination results for Mother Ming, he felt this even more strongly.
Father Ming's mind was focused on Mother Ming. Hearing Ming Chu Yan's vague words, he frowned and asked coldly: "What?"
Ming Chu Yan licked his dry lips.
He had always been gentle and refined, like a noble and elegant young master.
His expression becoming serious only accentuated his noble demeanor.
He was about to speak, to discuss with Father Ming the matter of the cufflinks belonging to the head of the Chi family that he had seen in Ming Zheng's small apartment.
As soon as he opened his mouth,
He heard a hurried voice from afar: "Dad, Sixth Brother!"
In a corner of the hospital corridor, a wheelchair turned.
Ming Xiu Jin, wearing a hospital gown, sat in the wheelchair, pushed by a nurse.
Ming Xiu Jin's face was somewhat pale, and his legs were encased in thick plaster casts.
He had just been transferred from the Imperial Capital Academy's infirmary to the hospital that morning. Upon hearing the news of his mother's accident, he had rushed over.
Ming Xiu Jin propelled the wheelchair, peering into the hospital room.
He saw his mother, who always maintained a dignified and graceful demeanor, sitting on the hospital bed, looking disheveled, her eyes lowered in tears.
His pupils contracted: "What happened? What's wrong with Mom?"
"What else could it be? It's that jinx Ming Zheng who caused it!" Father Ming gritted his teeth when mentioning Ming Zheng. "She must have done something to your mother; both of your mother's hands are crippled!"
"Ming Zheng?"
The five fingers of Ming Xiu Jin's hand, resting on the wheelchair's armrest, suddenly clenched. He shifted his gaze to Father Ming in a daze: "She... did that to Mom..."
"Who else could it be?" Father Ming's eyes were filled with even deeper gloom. "She offended Young Master Song and made Rou'er atone for her. Now she even dares to attack your mother. How can such a woman be the daughter of my Ming Chen Mu?"
Ming Xiu Jin's lips moved.
For some reason, listening to Father Ming's scolding, the girl's indifferent, placid dark eyes came to his mind.
She... seemed to care little for anything related to the Ming family.
How could she do such a thing?
He wanted to defend Ming Zheng.
But looking at Father Ming's sinister and ashen face, and seeing Mother silently weeping.
He ultimately closed his mouth and said nothing.
"Rou'er... how is she doing?" Ming Xiu Jin changed the subject. "Has the Song family called or said anything? Or... should we go to the Song family ourselves?"
Father Ming's brows furrowed even more tightly, but he still nodded: "Yes, we can't let Rou'er stay with the Song family any longer... Sixth Brother, you go to the Song family..."
A mobile phone ring interrupted him.
Father Ming took out his phone and looked at the incoming call display, which was from Ming Corporation.
A strong sense of unease inexplicably surged within him.
He frowned and answered the call.
On the other end, the urgent voice of the Vice President of Ming Corporation came through: "Chairman Ming, something terrible has happened! 'Zheng Tu' (Journey) and 'Zheng Rong' (Magnificent) have suddenly sent notices terminating their contracts with Ming Corporation!"
Father Ming froze for a second, his heart suddenly clenching: "What did you say?! Zheng Tu and Zheng Rong?"
"Yes... yes," the Vice President's tone was close to tears. "Not only have they terminated their cooperation with us, but they have also directly announced to the public that in the future, regarding Ming Corporation's projects, both Zheng Tu and Zheng Rong... will refuse to cooperate."
The Vice President swallowed, his voice filled with alarm and unease: "Once this news broke, many... many companies have now started to successively terminate their cooperation with Ming Corporation..."
Father Ming was dumbfounded: "Haven't we always cooperated very well with these two companies? Why would they suddenly terminate the cooperation?"
Not only was the cooperation excellent.
Their attitude towards him was as if they were treating him as their boss.
He had profited greatly from Zheng Tu and Zheng Rong.
How... could they suddenly cancel the cooperation?