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After a night of public opinion brewing, the stock of Zong opened the next day with a surge, hitting the daily limit. Ying Rong Xiao's scheme not only succeeded but also led to the formation of Zong Shi Yan Tuan.
In just one morning, Zong Zeyu reached a cooperation agreement with a partner he had met for the first time yesterday. Jin Zi Meng smoothly joined the group and was simultaneously planning to leverage this wave of online popularity to seek justice for her friend, Tong Le, and Jin Feng. She wanted more people to pay attention to Jin Feng's death case, hoping to gather more evidence through other channels.
Meanwhile, at Lan Qingqing's residence, she was wrapped in her blanket, continuously scrolling through videos on her phone. The events from last night involving Tong Le and Jin Zi Meng had already topped the trending searches. Throughout the night, the buzz not only remained but continued to rise.
The more Lan Qingqing watched, the more excited she became. Although she wasn't genuinely happy for Tong Le, she felt satisfied as long as Ying Rong Xiao faced setbacks. It was clear as day that the masterminds behind this incident were Ying Rong Xiao and Ke Wenjie; otherwise, who else would target Zong Zeyu and Tong Le so specifically?
In the living room, Mo Kai Liang called out for Lan Qingqing to come eat. Holding her phone, she walked out of her room and sat at the dining table, watching a replay of Tong Le's broadcast.
At that moment, she received a WeChat message from Tong Le. Tong Le sent her a hospital address along with a phone number and said, "I promised to help you with your eyes last time. I've made an appointment with the most authoritative ophthalmologist in the field. Make sure to call ahead; otherwise, you won't be able to register. Also, remember to keep a copy of all test results; they can serve as evidence when you sue Ying Rong Xiao."
Lan Qingqing felt a bit grateful towards Tong Le. She understood that this was all part of a cost-benefit analysis; Tong Le was helping her because they shared common enemies in Ying Rong Xiao and Ke Wenjie.
Lan Qingqing replied that she understood. She picked up a spoon to drink her porridge while Mo Kai Liang was still in the kitchen finishing up the last dish.
Just then, her phone vibrated again with a notification from a medical public account. She opened the message to find a health check report.
She recalled that not long ago, Mo Kai Liang had insisted on having her undergo numerous health checks out of concern for her well-being. Some results came back on the same day while others took until the next day. The report she received now was due to further tests needed after issues were found previously; hence it took over a week for results to come back.
She clicked on the link in the report, revealing numerous values and indicators that she didn’t fully understand. However, she knew what those little arrows represented—either rising or falling—and overall, these data were abnormal.
Taking a deep breath, she took a screenshot of the report and sent it to a doctor she knew. The doctor quickly replied after reviewing it, advising her to go to the hospital immediately for admission.
Lan Qingqing was somewhat skeptical about what the doctor said. Holding her screenshot, she posted online and consulted several doctors on social media. After asking seven or eight doctors, she gradually began to face reality.
She couldn't quite grasp what illness she had been diagnosed with; doctors told her it was cancer—a type of blood disease that could be treated but not cured. Currently, there were no known cases of complete recovery either domestically or internationally, and what they referred to as treatment was merely an experimental attempt.
Lost in thought, Lan Qingqing didn't notice when Mo Kai Liang had already taken a seat across from her, having finished his meal. She was unaware that half an hour had passed since she sat down; her bowl of porridge had gone cold, and she had only taken a single bite. The freshly cooked dishes Mo Kai Liang had prepared were also cold, with more than half remaining.
Several times, Mo Kai Liang attempted to engage her in conversation, but it was as if she couldn't hear him at all. She was too absorbed in her phone, checking the various indicators on her medical report.
"What's so captivating?" Mo Kai Liang finally asked. "Your food is getting cold, and I've tried talking to you multiple times without any response." He stood up and picked up the plates. "Let me heat this up for you; eating cold food isn't good for your stomach."
He headed to the kitchen.
Suddenly, Lan Qingqing felt utterly deflated. She stared blankly at the dining table, devoid of appetite and feeling despondent. Some things had come too suddenly; even if she didn't want to accept them, she had no choice but to do so.
The doctor's urgent message pinged again, instructing her to go to the hospital immediately, yet she was contemplating giving up on treatment altogether. She looked at her bowl of porridge—once steaming hot half an hour ago, it had now congealed into a lump that mirrored her shattered life, both past and present in disarray.
The once plump grains of rice now resembled those soaked in broth, sticking together as moisture evaporated from their surface, rendering them utterly unappetizing.
She replied to the doctor’s message, saying she would think it over. But deep down, she knew she wasn't really considering it anymore; she felt hopeless and beyond saving.
For reasons unknown, vivid images flashed through her mind, the most unsettling being the memory of Ge Miao's death—a haunting image that lingered long after. It felt like a curse, foretelling that she might meet the same fate as Ge Miao.
Mo Kai Liang returned with freshly heated food and advised her gently, "Stop playing with your phone and eat. I need to run an errand for work but will be back as soon as I can to keep you company."
Lan Qingqing acknowledged him with a nod as he changed clothes and left the house.
The home fell silent. Lan Qingqing rose and walked to the balcony window, recalling a comment from a male user in the online forum after she posted her medical report. He had replied that his uncle had suffered from the same illness and only lasted two months from diagnosis to his final day.
Lan Qingqing didn’t want to die; there were still many things she hadn’t done. Yet at this moment, aside from contemplating death, there seemed to be nothing else she could focus on.
Regret began to seep in alongside envy—regret for having foolishly undergone cosmetic surgery at Ying Rong Xiao’s clinic; envy for Tong Le, who had successfully carved out her own life from the same starting line.
The sky outside grew increasingly overcast. The weather forecast hadn’t predicted rain today; this gloomy atmosphere mirrored her inexplicable and dreadful mood.
She took out her phone and found Nanny's number. Once connected, she instructed, "Please tidy up and come over with the kids."
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