A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1102: Awakening

After a while, Jiang Jingheng let go of Mu Yan and started the car.Mu Yan turned her head to look at his cold profile, as handsome and elegant as ever, high and aloof, hard to compare with the helpless man just now.

She suddenly thought of the way this man was in bed, practically a rogue among rogues, and her face felt hot again.

Jiang Jingheng’s voice suddenly came, "What’s the matter?"

Mu Yan looked up and saw him watching her, with a look of inquiry on his face. She hurriedly said, "Nothing."

She felt a bit annoyed, wondering what she was thinking.

Suddenly she felt her hand being held. She looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling sweet inside.

Soon they arrived at the hospital. In the corridor of the emergency room, members of the Zhuang Family either stood or sat, all with serious expressions.

Seeing Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng arriving late, they didn’t say anything.

Ruan Xinyu said to Mu Yan, "Nuannuan, come and sit."

Mu Yan walked over to sit beside Ruan Xinyu, looking at her worried face, and said, "Aunt, don’t worry. Grandma will be fine."

"Hmm." Ruan Xinyu nodded and smiled at her.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the light in the emergency room finally went out, and the door opened. Zhuang Zeyang immediately walked over and asked, "Doctor, how is my mom?"

"The patient is out of danger now, but being elderly, she shouldn’t be stressed. She needs to rest peacefully, and the family should take care of her."

"Thank you, doctor." Zhuang Zeyang nodded. "Can we go see her?"

"The patient is awake, but try to keep quiet."

"Okay."

Not long after, Mrs. Zhuang was transferred to a room, receiving an IV drip, looking somewhat lethargic, not very energetic.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" Zhuang Zeyang crouched beside the bed, holding the old lady’s hand, full of concern.

Mrs. Zhuang looked at her eldest son and nodded.

Her gaze swept over everyone in the room, finally landing on Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng.

Looking at her, she opened her mouth, "Nuannuan..."

Ruan Xinyu immediately looked at Mu Yan, "Nuannuan, your grandma is calling you."

Mu Yan walked over. Zhuang Zeyang stood up, making way for her.

She crouched down, holding the old lady’s hand, and called, "Grandma."

Mrs. Zhuang looked at this granddaughter who resembled her foster daughter almost exactly, recalling her foster daughter when she was young—well-behaved, sensible, and very filial.

All along, she had been avoiding a question.

Now thinking about it, if she were her biological daughter, faced with such events back then, would she abandon her?

The answer was obvious.

So, ultimately, she was selfish. One cannot have both fish and bear’s paw; she chose her son.

Tears uncontrollably fell as the old lady looked at her granddaughter, full of remorse, "I’m sorry, can you forgive Grandma?"

Mu Yan’s feelings were complex; some hurts had already been caused, and it couldn’t be erased with just a word of forgiveness.

Moreover, didn’t she make a choice back then as well?

Words she didn’t mean, she couldn’t say.

"Grandma, don’t worry. The doctor said if you rest well, you’ll get better. From now on, don’t think about anything."

Old Mrs. Zhuang saw her granddaughter evasively answering and asked, "Are you unwilling to forgive Grandma?"

Mu Yan lowered her head, saying nothing.

Beside them, Ruan Xinyu saw the old lady looking upset and worried, came out to mediate, "Mom, what’s all this about forgiveness or not? Aren’t you putting Nuannuan on the spot? Don’t think so much now, get some good rest. It’s lunch time, what would you like to eat? I’ll have the kitchen make it."

The old lady glanced at her daughter-in-law, then at her granddaughter, suddenly understood, closed her eyes and said no more.