“You—”
“That’s my home. I’ve never agreed to let him in, and I’ve never allowed him to enter my daughter’s room. That’s trespassing.” Mrs. Ding asserted. “Mr. Policeman, I’m now officially suing Ding Junchi for trespassing my home.”
“Second Aunt—” Ding Jiaqi called out to Mrs. Ding after running over.
“Don’t call me Second Aunt. Our family can’t afford to have relatives like you.” Mrs. Ding shook off Ding Jiaqi’s hand and watched Ding Junchi being dragged away by the police.
Ding Junhui stood there expressionlessly as he looked at the two people in front of him. The only thought that crossed his mind was how ridiculous they were.
He was Grandma’s biological grandson. Yet, as it turned out, he would never be as good as the stepson’s son.
“You, if you do this, Haonan will not let you off if he—”
“What right do you have to bring up Haonan?” Mrs. Ding approached Grandma Ding. “What was on your mind when he had a heart attack? It was his company seal. Don’t you dare say anything about you being his mother. Those words will only make people sick. You don’t deserve to be a mother.”
Every single syllable that came out from Mrs. Ding’s mouth stung.
Grandma Ding was so angry that her chest heaved violently.
“Ding Haonan will have nothing to do with you from now on,” Mrs. Ding said and left.
Ding Jiaqi watched as her elder brother was taken away and supported her wobbling grandmother. She had a terrible premonition that this time, her second uncle’s family had truly fallen out with them.
Ding Junhui helped Mrs. Ding back to the ward. Ding Haonan was still unconscious.
“Mom.” Ding Junhui squatted on the ground and reached out to hold his mother’s hand. “Mom, it’s our fault. If Big Brother and I hadn’t indulged Eldest Uncle and the rest in the beginning, we wouldn’t have—”
“It’s your father who can’t figure it out.” Mrs. Ding looked at her husband. “It’s your father who values those people so much that you and your brother have to suffer so much, but—”
Ding Junhui held his mother’s hand tightly. “Mom, Big Brother and I don’t feel that way.”
“Mom—” Ding Junqi rushed in from outside. He did not even put on a facemask. Le Tian, who had brought Ding Yuejia along, followed after Ding Junqi.
Ding Junqi rushed over from the production team and did not even bother changing his clothes.
Ding Junhui stood up and turned around to greet them.
“Grandma, what’s wrong with Grandpa?” Ding Yuejia ran over to Mrs. Ding’s side. His small mouth was in a tight pout, and his big eyes were brimming with tears.
Mrs. Ding pulled her grandson into her arms and kissed his little head. “Grandpa is sick, so he’s asleep now.”
“Teacher Ding.” Le Tian nodded slightly, greeting Ding Junhui.
Ding Junhui responded to her politely.
Ding Junqi turned to leave. “I’ll go find them.”
“Junqi,” Mrs. Ding called out after Ding Junqi.
Ding Junqi stopped in his tracks. Le Tian grabbed his arm, reminding him not to be rash.
“Leave it to Feifei. She can handle this.” Mrs. Ding hugged Ding Yuejia and continued to stare at her husband. This was what her husband had told her before he lost consciousness. No one should interfere—everyone must trust Feifei.
She believed in her husband and her daughter.
Ding Junqi was surrounded by reporters when he came to the hospital. Luckily, it was still quiet in the wards.
Yu Dong asked about the situation here, and Le Tian chose her words carefully, telling him that it would be impossible for Ding Junqi to return to the set today because his father was still unconscious.
“Those vampires from the Ding family are finally going all out,” Yu Dong mocked coldly. “Tell Junqi that the crew is not in a hurry. We can film other actors’ scenes first.”
“Okay.” Le Tian stood at the door and turned around to look at the man sitting by the bed. She did not know much about the Ding family, but Mo Fei mentioned that the Ding family was full of vampires. It was further confirmed when even Yu Dong had said so.
