Chapter 1093 I hate it so much that I can't sleep at night
It sounds like a made-up story, with no test points and no flaws.
Everything is connected.
In the intervening three hours, Nan Qing's condition worsened and reached an irreversible point.
"Madam was already pregnant with you at that time." Rong Zhe said calmly.
Song Xiang lowered his head, his chest aching with pain, "Why go to Mamba..."
If you don't go, nothing will happen next.
Rong Zhe: "That child was not an accident, it was man-made."
"What?"
"My husband acted ruthlessly in his early years and offended many people. At least one or two slipped through the net, waiting for an opportunity."
Song Xiang was startled and remembered that in Mecca, she asked Rong Boye about the cause of Nan Qing's death. Rong Boye only said that he had offended someone.
"Of course, Madam will go to Mamba, there are other reasons."
Song Xiang looked up, "What is it..."
Just as Rong Zhe was about to speak, there were footsteps behind him. The nurse quickly approached and said, "Mr. Rong is awake."
Song Xiang stood up quickly and quickly followed the nurse.
After entering the building, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. Xiang Shuyi changed into isolation clothes and went upstairs.
"How is Dad?" Song Xiang asked.
Xiang Shuyi pinched his brows and said tiredly: "Change your clothes and go in to take a look. It's not a big problem for the time being."
Song Xiang nodded repeatedly and followed the nurse to change clothes.
Entering the room, the sound of dripping instruments could be heard. She carefully leaned to the bed and called softly, "Daddy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person who had closed his eyes opened his eyes.
Song Xiang was startled and was about to turn around to find Xiang Shuyi.
"He knows." came the hoarse voice.
Song Xiang stopped and asked, "Dad, how do you feel?"
"Don't be so nervous. Vomiting blood won't kill you."
Rong Boye raised his hand and took off the oxygen mask, revealing his pale face underneath.
Song Xiang remembered that she had also seen him take off his mask in Mecca that time.
Before she could speak, Rong Boye patted his hand on his side and motioned for her to sit down.
"You looked wrong when you went upstairs just now."
Song Xiang didn't expect that Rong Boye could notice such details at that time. He gritted his teeth, but couldn't hold back, and a tear fell down.
"What's wrong?" Rong Boye frowned.
Song Xiang wiped her tears and said, "Uncle Zhe told me about my mother."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Boye's expression changed and he tried to stand up, "Who told him to...!"
Song Xiang was frightened and quickly pressed his shoulder, "No, it's not Uncle Zhe either. I asked him after I found out."
She spoke incoherently, but Rong Boye immediately caught the key point.
"Who told you that?"
Song Xiang took a deep breath and pushed back the strands of hair on his forehead with both hands.
"yes……"
As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized something was wrong.
Who would know these things and tell her in such detail on the day of the engagement.
She was so dizzy at the time that she didn't even consider whether the matter was true or false. Just now outside, she combined the contents on the paper with her and asked Rongzhe to tell him the details. Rongzhe spoke knowing that he couldn't hide it.
Comparing before and after, the person who sent the letter was more detailed than Rong Zhe.
Rong Boye saw that her expression was wrong and said, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Song Xiang licked his lips and told the story again.
After hearing this, Rong Boye closed his eyes tiredly, and then opened his eyes after a while.
"You shouldn't have left him alone."
Song Xiang's eyes flickered and he was a little panicked.
"Dad, don't you hate his parents?"
Rong Boye was quiet for a moment, "I hate that sometimes I can't sleep at night."