"He'll at most go to jail, but he wanted Jia Ping dead! He wanted to take someone else's life, and even if he didn't succeed, he committed another crime. I can't forgive him, and Song Jiaping won't forgive him either! No matter what you say, we won't tell the police it was a misunderstanding. People like him deserve to be in prison!" Meng Yao finished speaking and hung up, setting the elder Mr. Hong's number to reject incoming calls.
Meng Yao put away her phone, calmed her emotions, and walked back into the ward.
She hadn't expected that as the police investigation unfolded, it would be revealed that both the car accident and the attempt to disconnect Song Jiaping's tubes in the ward were orchestrated by Hong Jiaxi.
Even after divorcing her, Hong Jiaxi still refused to let her go. If that wasn't bad enough, he had been targeting Song Jiaping!
Therefore, she would never be soft-hearted. Someone like Hong Jiaxi deserved to be brought to justice.
"Whose call was it? Why do you look unhappy?" Song Jiaping asked, looking at her.
Meng Yao smiled and said, "A friend, nothing important. He's just too long-winded. I'll continue massaging you."
Song Jiaping was feeling a bit better, and Meng Yao didn't want him to know about these troublesome matters.
She hadn't listened to Song Jiaping's advice back then, which led her to get involved with such a difficult person as Hong Jiaxi. Now, all the trouble should be resolved by herself, without Song Jiaping worrying about her.
Song Jiaping said with a pained expression, "No need for a massage today. I feel the muscles in my hands and legs are less stiff. We can do it tomorrow. Actually, you could use a massage machine. You always do it yourself, and it's too tiring. Since I fell into a coma, you've been taking care of me. It's too hard, why don't you hire a caregiver?"
"A massage machine's strength is greater than mine, but it might not hit the right acupoints. Starting tomorrow, besides me manually pressing the acupoints, we'll add the massage machine. You should feel more comfortable." Meng Yao sat by the hospital bed, watching him get better day by day, and she was truly happy.
Song Jiaping didn't want her to be so tired. He said, "Starting tomorrow, you go back and rest well for a few days. Look how much you've lost weight and how haggard you look. Just hire a caregiver for me."
"I wouldn't be at ease just letting a caregiver look after you," Meng Yao pouted and said coquettishly, "What you're saying, are you implying I'm ugly? Will you not love me if I become ugly?"
Song Jiaping joked, "Of course, I don't want to marry an ugly monster as my wife, so you're forbidden from not eating or sleeping properly to take care of me."
"How dare you!" Meng Yao widened her eyes in mock anger, but she couldn't hold back her smile for more than two seconds.
Song Jiaping also started laughing, but his laughter intensified, causing him to cough.
Meng Yao quickly reached out and patted his chest, saying, "Stop laughing. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, no laughing!" As she spoke, she tried hard to suppress her own laughter.
Song Jiaping took a sip of water, and his coughing finally subsided. He felt utterly useless.
For the past nearly year, Meng Yao had been taking care of him. Earlier, Meng Yao had risked her life to go to a war-torn area to save him and care for him.
He had finally recovered and intended to give her a happy future after returning to Lancheng, but then he had a car accident. He felt so useless and unlucky.
If he couldn't fully recover, or if he was left with a disability, he didn't want to burden Meng Yao any further.
Song Jiaping felt he was the type of person born with bad luck, bringing misfortune to Meng Yao.
Meng Yao fed him another sip of water and noticed his gaze towards her was deep and complex. She asked, "What are you thinking about? Don't overthink it, just rest well. I promise you, when you fall asleep, I'll rest beside you. When you've completely recovered, I won't be so haggard anymore; I'll definitely gain some weight."
"Then I'll sleep now." Song Jiaping quickly closed his eyes. Even if he had the thought of not burdening Meng Yao, he couldn't bear the idea of being separated from her.
Seeing that Jiaping had fallen asleep, Meng Yao sat on the recliner beside him but couldn't sleep at all. The Hong family had been contacting her in turns, hoping she and Song Jiaping would intercede for Hong Jiaxi.
Meng Qi had reminded her that she absolutely couldn't be soft-hearted this time. Only by letting Hong Jiaxi face legal sanctions could he truly learn his lesson.
He couldn't always use his excessive love for Meng Yao as an excuse to do whatever he pleased, even to the point of breaking the law.
Meng Yao had become clear-headed, but the Hong family still wanted to continue indulging Hong Jiaxi, which would only harm him!
This time, no matter how the Hong family pleaded, or who intervened, she would not let Hong Jiaxi off the hook.
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Time flew by, and it was the weekend. Qin Yuxing had already arranged with Han Xixi to take Xiaoxiao out shopping for things Xiaoxiao needed and liked.
In this school with strict management, only one day on the weekend allowed students to apply for permission to go out.
Those who wanted to go out to shop for themselves had to fill out a detailed application form, including contact information and the specific malls or supermarkets they would visit. They couldn't go too far from the school.
Near the school, there was only one mall and one large supermarket, with no other places to visit.
However, for the students in the school, being able to go out on the weekend, even if they didn't buy anything, just to walk around and see different scenery was a good thing.
Han Xixi had always been grateful that her parents hadn't sent her to a completely封闭 school. Studying here at least offered some freedom.
The thought of going shopping with Qin Yuxing made her skip her usual lazy morning sleep. She woke up early, used the bathroom, and then woke Xiaoxiao.
After Xiaoxiao went to the bathroom, Han Xixi began to dress up meticulously.
Han Xixi rummaged through her wardrobe for clothes and bags, trying to figure out how to match them, but she realized something was missing.
She couldn't find a light green single-shoulder bag she particularly liked.
That bag was a recent gift from her mother. Han Xixi remembered that after receiving it, she hadn't even removed the tag before putting it in the dedicated bag shelf in her wardrobe, planning to use it for important occasions.
But the shelf for her bags was only so big. She had searched it several times but couldn't find the green bag.
That bag was a special limited edition custom piece from a famous brand, with fewer than three in the entire world. If it was lost, her mother would surely be angry.
Han Xixi started searching her entire wardrobe, but after searching through it all, she couldn't find it.
After Xiaoxiao finished washing up, she called out to Han Xixi a few times but received no response. Puzzled, she walked into Han Xixi's room and found her completely buried in the wardrobe.
On the bed lay a pile of clothes, skirts, and pants. Xiaoxiao knew she was trying to impress Brother Xingxing.
However, she wouldn't let Han Xixi succeed.
Xiaoxiao casually picked out a simple princess dress from the pile of clothes on the bed and held it up against herself, saying, "Sister Xixi, what are you doing buried in the wardrobe? Aren't there enough clothes on the bed for you to choose from?"
Han Xixi said anxiously, "I've lost a green bag. If I can't find it, my mom will definitely scold me again. If she complains to my dad again, he might lock me up in a convent to become a nun."