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Hospital.

Due to Mu Xiaochen's previous two injuries, half of his face was extremely swollen. Most of his face had been treated with medicine, but the pain in his eyes was still unconcealable.

Never would he have thought that Xiang Ming's disgust towards him could reach such a level.

But wasn't he? There was also hatred in his heart, not one bit less than Xiang Ming.

But he never wanted to do anything to hurt him.

In his heart, there was at least a sliver of kinship, but the facts proved that he was wrong.

Before his mother left, she had told him the last thing she wanted him to do was not to learn to hate, but he could not.

He would never forget his mother's melancholy and grief, his final moments.

Xiang Yu's usually cold eyes had a tinge of tears in them.

He lowered his head like a wounded child, making people feel pity for him.

After a long while, Xiang Yu suddenly raised his head, with a determined look in his eyes.

From this moment onwards, he would stand up for himself, for the sake of having the ability to protect the people around him.

The door to the sickroom was suddenly pushed open, and Xiang Zetian walked in with a serious face.

"What's going on?"

With a solemn voice, Xiang Zetian walked forward and looked at the injured Xiang Yu.

His voice had lost its strength, but there was a hint of concern.

Xiang Yu lifted his head and looked at Xiang Zetian, his own father.

Xiang Zetian's expression became even more worried. When he saw his own son's swollen face, his calm expression started to get worse.

"How?"

When he opened his mouth again, Xiang Zetian sternly repeated himself, his eyes turning sinister.

How could his own son become like this in a single day? Who would dare to touch his son!?

The lines on his face were clearly visible, and he could see his age clearly.

"Give me the shares."

With a determined look in his eyes, Xiang Yu remained surprisingly calm.

There was a moment of silence in the air, and Xiang Zetian was in disbelief, and hesitated for a moment.

"Alright!"

Xiang Zetian agreed without thinking.

The fierce expression on his face finally eased up, as if he was only a father all of a sudden, and he had aged quite a bit.

Looking at his own son, Xiang Zetian's gaze grew soft, "Who injured you to this extent?"

Xiang Yu did not answer.

"Starting tomorrow, I will be studying at the company."

"Alright, I will continue to send people to teach you. The agreement on the shares has already been drawn up. The matter of me giving you the real power is also settled."

Xiang Zetian calmly replied.

Real power? That good agreement. Xiang Yu slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

He casually signed an English name.

Maybe Xiang Ming thought that he was a little too simple …

A sneer slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

"You should rest in the hospital for two more days. There's no need to rush about managing the company."

His own son was covered in wounds, but he was still moved.

"No need, we can go tomorrow."

Xiang Yu replied indifferently, his eyes filled with coldness.

He needed to be strong in order to protect the people he wanted to protect. It was only today that he understood.

He had never thought about fighting for it, and the last bit of patience he had was gone.

Looking at his stubborn son, Xiang Zetian also didn't say anything more.

At midnight.

Mu Xiaochen stood in the ward and looked at the woman lying on the sickbed, his face expressionless.

From the moment he entered, he had never left.

Twelve hours passed, and the woman was still in the same position, not even moving her eyes.

With sunken eye sockets, Mu Xiaochen looked haggard.

The moon was high outside the window, and the city was quiet.

But the silence at this moment, made Mu Xiaochen, who was usually calm, feel the desire to resist.

He just wanted this woman to wake up.

"Mu Shao, eat something."

Zhou Guang pushed the door and walked in, holding a bag of food.

Mu Xiaochen glanced at it, "Take it away."

"Mubai, your body is the most important. Madam will wake up." Zhou Guang said indifferently, he was a little worried about Mu Xiaochen's health.

He had followed Mu Xiaochen for so many years, and in his heart, he had long since treated Mu Xiaochen as his brother.

Mu Xiaochen's eyes were ice-cold, he did not move an inch.

Looking at the bloodless Su Qi, there was still only the steady sound of his heartbeat.

At least, this proved that Su Qi was still alive.

"Mubai..."

Zhou Guang frowned.

"Get out." He said it coldly, powerlessly but firmly.

Zhou Guang helplessly looked at it, and silently walked out.

In the room, Mu Xiaochen changed his posture and sat in front of Su Qi's sickbed, holding Su Qi's hand.

Even his hands were pale and powerless.

"Susu …"

Her voice was a little hoarse, and Mu Xiaochen's eyes flashed with a hint of pain.

"How can you do that!"

Xiang Family.

Pan Xiaohong's face was extremely ugly, her tone extremely sharp.

Her graceful and generous temperament no longer existed. Even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes appeared.

Looking at his son who was standing in front of him, his face swollen, he was obviously beaten up just a moment ago, his face green and bruised. Although Pan Xiaohong pitied her son, she was more angry!

"Don't you even know how to do things?!"

Pan Xiaohong looked at Xiang Ming, her face filled with anger.

How could she have imagined that her son would do such a foolish thing?! He didn't even discuss it with her in advance.

"Mom... "I …"

Xiang Ming stammered as he opened his mouth, but in the end, he gave up.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his face hurt and he touched his own face painfully.

"Do you know what the consequences would be if your father were to know about this? It's possible that both you and I would be chased out!"

There was a trace of panic on Pan Xiaohong's face. She couldn't sit still on the sofa.

He couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

"Dad wouldn't do that."

Xiang Ming's expression froze, and his tone softened as he asked in a probing tone.

Looking at Pan Xiaohong, Xiang Ming seemed to become a little afraid.

"It can't be like this?"

Pan Xiaohong sneered.

Thinking back to how much effort she had put into saving her family, and how she had not been replaced by Xiao San.

However, at the same time, no one knew what she had experienced in the past few years!

"Mom …"

Xiang Ming squatted down, raised his head and looked at Pan Xiaohong, "What did I do wrong!? He was the one who took everything that belongs to me, and now he's coming to take it away! "

With eyes filled with coldness, Xiang Ming said angrily.

"Who gave you the courage to do this, why can't you consider the consequences!"

Pan Xiaohong touched her eyebrows, her face filled with worry.