This time he went to the battlefield abroad alone as a doctor without borders. He almost lost his life several times, and it was precisely these near-death experiences that led him to be supported by a group of mercenaries and become a minor leader.
Mengyao got into the car and found that the person driving in front was a tall and strong foreigner, with an aura similar to the mercenaries she had seen in the war zones. It seemed he was one of Song Jiaping's subordinates.
Sitting together, neither of them knew what to say for a moment.
Mengyao was still worried about Mengqi's injuries. To avoid awkwardness, she called Mengqi in the car.
"Sister, we've finished giving our statements. How are you at the hospital? How is your wrist injury?"
Mengqi's wrist wound had been treated, and she was waiting at the hospital for Yao Feili to pick her up.
"The bleeding has stopped, and it took three stitches. The doctor said it's not serious. I'm waiting for your brother-in-law to help me get a medical assessment so that Jiaxi can stay in jail and won't bother you anymore."
"I'm glad you're okay." Mengyao felt that Jiaxi had serious psychological problems and said, "We'll see how the police decide the case. But regardless of whether Jiaxi is convicted or not, he should see a psychologist. Thinking back now, many of his actions were contradictory and not normal."
Mengqi had no sympathy for Jiaxi at all and said, "You worry about whether he's mentally stable or not. I'll have my lawyer help you get this divorce quickly. After that, his affairs will be none of your business."
"Okay, sister. I won't be foolish again."
"Your brother-in-law is here, I won't talk to you anymore." As Mengqi was about to hang up, she reminded Mengyao, "By the way, don't tell Mom and Dad about my injury. It's not a serious wound, so they don't have to worry."
"I know." After she finished speaking, Mengqi hung up.
The car became quiet again as soon as they got out. Song Jiaping made small talk, "Is Mengqi's injury serious? Is she doing well now?"
Mengyao replied, "My sister said the injury is not serious. She's been doing quite well, and her relationship with her brother-in-law is getting better and better. Unlike me, she's been opinionated since childhood, has a clear head when facing problems, and always knows what she wants."
"She is indeed a very capable person." Song Jiaping had a doubt in his heart, wanting to ask her but not knowing how.
He noticed that he had met both Mengqi and Mengyao this time, and their attitudes towards him were very calm, as if they knew nothing.
But in the letter he left for Mengyao, he had written about the feud between him and their parents.
Song Jiaping guessed that Mengqi was straightforward and, since it was a letter to Mengyao, Mengqi should not have peeked at it.
But why did Mengyao also seem to know nothing?
Fortunately, the car had driven to the riverside scenic area. They got out and walked to the observation deck they had visited before, only to feel how cold the river wind was this season.
Song Jiaping, afraid she couldn't stand the cold, regretted suggesting they come here for a walk. He said, "The river wind is too cold. Let's go somewhere warmer to sit for a while."
Mengyao, however, didn't want to move. She sat down on the long bench, "I think it's fine here. The cold wind blowing will make me much clearer."
Song Jiaping took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Mengyao pointed to a small convenience store not far away and said, "If you're afraid I'll catch a cold, go buy two cans of beer. We'll each drink only one can, and it'll be fine."
Song Jiaping still didn't want her to drink and sat beside her without moving.
"Drinking can warm the body," Mengyao looked at him, appearing to really want a drink.
Song Jiaping couldn't resist her soft persuasion and went to the convenience store to buy two cans of beer.
Mengyao opened one of the cans he bought and took a big gulp.
Whether it was from choking or from the wind blowing into her eyes, her vision blurred, and she unknowingly shed tears.
"Drink slowly, don't drink for too long," Song Jiaping handed her a tissue.
Mengyao grabbed the tissue and smiled again, "Doesn't drinking here feel a lot like when we used to drink on the rooftop of the field hospital, looking out at the ruins?"
"Yes, very much so. It's just that we drank to bolster our courage back then."
"Yes, back then, thinking that we would have to face war and death again the next day, secretly drinking a little could help us temporarily forget our fear and face the new day." Mengyao looked at the river surface and asked abruptly, "What did the letter you asked my sister to pass to me when you left Lancheng say?"
Song Jiaping was slightly taken aback and said, "You didn't read that letter? I thought..."
"No." Mengyao interrupted him, feeling a little annoyed that he hadn't given her the letter directly at the time. "My sister didn't read the letter herself, nor did she give it to me. By the time she remembered it a few days ago, the letter was already lost."
Song Jiaping understood completely and pondered for a moment, saying, "It wrote the reason why I never dared to express my feelings to you."
"Then what is the reason?" Mengyao felt sad as she drank her beer. If Song Jiaping hadn't repeatedly rejected her, she wouldn't have impulsively chosen Jiaxi again.
She really wanted to hear what extraordinary reason he had that made him ruthlessly push her away when they were clearly in love.
"I'll tell you a story, and you'll understand." Song Jiaping also opened the can of beer in his hand and took a sip before speaking, "A little boy's father and grandfather were always village doctors in a village. They lived a simple and happy life..."
He told her the feud between his family and Mengyao's parents as if he were telling a story.
After listening, Mengyao froze. Did he mean that her parents were the ones who caused the deaths of the little boy's grandfather and father?
And the little boy in the story was Song Jiaping?
"So, after the little boy grew up, he intentionally approached the enemy's daughter, as if to avenge his family. He wouldn't truly like the enemy's daughter."
Song Jiaping shook his head and said sadly, "The little boy, after growing up, originally thought so. That's because he didn't understand love or not love, and it wasn't something he could control. Later, he found that he had fallen in love with the enemy's daughter. He couldn't carry out the revenge plans he had made for years, so he could only choose to escape and stay away."
Mengyao knew she was the enemy's daughter in the story, but she didn't believe her parents would do such heinous things. She looked at him and asked, "Could that little boy be mistaken? How could someone who was once friends with his parents do so many terrible things..."
"He's not mistaken, the little boy can be very sure," Song Jiaping said bitterly. "Now that the little boy has returned, he has finally found some evidence from back then and wants to seek justice for his deceased family."
Mengyao was incredibly shocked, as if in a dream. She asked again, "If the little boy finally gets justice, will his enemy go to jail?"