She obviously hates her deeply, but she wants to reconcile with her enemy for the sake of her daughter.
Song Xiang was deeply ashamed, lowered his head and clasped his hands, pursed his lips and shed another tear.
"Don't cry. Dad doesn't have the strength to wipe your tears now." Rong Boye's voice was hoarse and it was extremely difficult to speak.
Song Xiang nodded quickly and sniffed.
"dad……"
"What time is it now?" Rong Boye suddenly asked.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, it was almost four o'clock in the morning.
Rong Boye frowned, "It's dawn, it's time to see off the guests."
Song Xiang was stunned, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.
Suddenly it dawned on me.
She disappeared last night, and she could still find a reason to sneak around.
But if we see off guests in the morning and the guests who stay on the island find that only Yanhan is there and no one from the Rong family is there, what will those people think?
"It's still too late to go back now," Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang was wavering in his heart, worried about Rong Boye's condition, but not wanting to make Yan Han lose face.
"Go and wait until things are over over there, then bring him back with you."
"But you..."
"There is a Xiang Shu Yi here," Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang stood up while holding on to the edge of the hospital bed, frowning, and took two steps backward, her eyes still falling on Rong Boye.
"Go quickly."
Song Xiang nodded, turned around and walked out.
Xiang Shuyi and Rong Zhe were both downstairs, whispering something.
Song Xiang walked downstairs quickly. Rong Zhe heard the footsteps and thought something had happened.
"Uncle Zhe, please help me prepare the helicopter. I want to go back to the island."
"Now?" Rong Zhe hesitated.
Song Xiang nodded, "I have to go back."
Rong Zhe was silent for a moment, probably guessing what she meant, "Wait a moment."
With that said, he turned around and went out to get ready.
Xiang Shuyi leaned back, leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.
Song Xiang looked at him and opened his mouth.
Before she could say anything, Xiang Shuyi said as if there were eyes on his forehead, "Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen to you."
Song Xiang paused and asked again: "Why did dad suddenly vomit blood?"
"In my early years, I tried to commit suicide. I followed the example of Liang Zhu, who died in love. I took drugs and had problems with my respiratory tract and digestive tract. Last night, I probably took in irritating drugs, which irritated my digestive tract."
Song Xiang was shocked, "Poison?"
How is it possible, there are so many people around Rong Boye, who can poison him?
"Not sure yet."
Song Xiang wanted to ask, but Xiang Shuyi sighed, "Eldest niece, can't you let your uncle rest first?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She closed her mouth and thought of Yan Han again.
Rong Boye looked bad throughout last night. When she saw the contents on the paper, she subconsciously thought that Rong Boye vomited blood because of his complicated mood.
Who can watch his daughter marry the son of his enemy?
Looking back now, she thought it was wrong at that time.
Yan Han read the contents on the paper and wondered how he felt at that time.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, staring at the door, waiting for Rong Zhe to come back.
In just ten minutes, seconds really seemed like years.
When Rong Zhe came in, she subconsciously took two steps forward and suddenly stopped again.
"Doctor Xiang, please take care of dad first."
Xiang Shuyi opened his eyes and sighed, "You kid, how come you beg for help but don't know how to call for help?"
Song Xiang: "...it's troublesome."
After saying that, he quickly turned around.
It was around four o'clock in the morning and it was still dark outside.
Because of the helicopter, the wind was very strong on the lawn. Song Xiang got on the plane with difficulty and looked at the time repeatedly.
Rong Zhe noticed her movements and said, "Don't worry, it won't be a problem to arrive in two hours."