After Zhuang Nainai heard this sound, she was shocked.
She lifted her head and saw a familiar tall and broad figure rushing in from the entrance. The figure was headed for the stairs but was now squatting by Ding Mengya’s side.
Everyone in the room was shocked by this situation. Everyone was frozen to the ground in their original positions. They seemed to have forgotten everything and were just staring at Ding Mengya in shock.
“Call 120.” Just then, Si Zhengting’s calm, almost cold voice had broken the silence.
Zhuang Nainai’s gaze followed the sound of his voice and landed on Si Zhengting’s figure.
He lowered his head and was on one knee. He reached out and carefully placed his hand on Ding Mengya’s shoulder, but didn’t dare try to flip her over with force.
There was an oppressive aura surrounding him, which made his intentions a mystery to everyone around him.
Following his words, everyone suddenly snapped into action. Ji Chen hurriedly pulled his phone out and dialed 120. Before the ambulance arrived, they didn’t dare to move Ding Mengya. The butler had rushed to Ding Mengya’s side at the same time as Si Zhengting did and was kneeling by Ding Mengya’s side. He reached out with trembling hands and placed them reverently on the tip of Ding Mengya’s nose, his eyes swollen and bloodshot.
Soon, everyone in the room fell silent again. Everyone was staring at the butler, trying to get him to utter some good news.
Zhuang Nainai was also staring at him. Her heart was beating rapidly.
Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. Just as she was sure that time had frozen still, she finally saw the butler heaving a sigh of relief. “She’s alive.”
Alive!
Zhuang Nainai felt herself relaxing. She widened her eyes, staring blankly before her. Finally, her gaze landed on Si Zhengting.
Her body was still shaking violently. Her heart was also racing rapidly. The shock that she had experienced seemed to subside after she saw Si Zhengting. The pain that she had felt also faded away slowly.
She was like an aggrieved child who, after seeing her parent, wanted to rush, bawling, straight into his embrace, telling him about all the hardships that she had experienced.
Ever since she had heard of Mother Zhuang’s death until now, she had been in a state of extreme sorrow. It was so intense that she had forgotten to cry and to speak.
And now, she had finally recovered her rationality. Her vacant stare had slowly been replaced by a rush of tears. Even her throat was producing a choked sound.
Huge tears rolled down her cheeks. She finally couldn’t help but reach out toward Si Zhengting. She choked out his name, “Si Zheng…”
Before she could finish speaking, the butler, who was squatting by Ding Mengya’s side, whipped his head up violently. He had always been warm and polite, but his eyes were now red and he glared at Zhuang Nainai. “Madam, how could you do that?!”
How could she do that?
Zhuang Nainai’s eyes widened in surprise. What had she done?
Her gaze, which had been fixed on Si Zhengting, was averted to the other occupants of the room.
Downstairs, the housekeepers had taken up most of the space in the living room. The bodyguards were standing by the entrance.
This group of people were looking up and were staring at her with reproachful eyes.
Zhuang Nainai only realized then how the situation must have looked. She turned back and saw Mi Nuo standing a distance away, seemingly shocked by what had happened. Zhuang Nainai’s eyes narrowed.
