CHAPTER 448: CHAPTER 448: GIVE ME BACK MY SON

"Xiao Jin, while you’re still young, listen to dad and remarry," Mr. Meng suddenly said.

Meng Jin fell silent.

Mr. Meng felt heartbroken as he spoke, "Xiao Jin, you’ve already put off your life for Xiaolin for over twenty years. Even if you find Xiaolin in the future, she won’t blame you."

"No," Meng Jin quietly refused, stating, "Dad, I promised Xiaolin in this life that I would marry only her and no one else. If I never find her, then it’s just not in my fate."

"That’s not acceptable," Mr. Meng advised, "Xiao Jin, I’ve lived to this age and don’t have many years left. If you live all alone, how can I die in peace?"

"Dad, I’m not alone. I have so many colleagues. Look, the machinery our company has developed is getting more powerful, and several people have even gotten into accidents because of it. I also try to take care of their families. Every time I see our machinery being liked by everyone, my days feel fulfilled."

Mr. Meng looked deeply at him, slowly closing his eyes and saying, "You’re tired too, go rest."

"Dad, let me help you into the house," Meng Jin said.

Mr. Meng lay on the recliner inside the house, and after Meng Jin left, he opened his eyes, his gaze reaching a family photo with only three people in it. A long sigh echoed in the room.

"Qu Feng," Meng Jin called Qu Feng over and asked, "How has my dad’s health been recently?"

"Mr. Meng is still quite robust, but recently, because of Yanzhi’s issue..." Qu Feng hesitated.

Meng Jin, without asking further, already understood what Qu Feng meant. He asked, "How about the person who got hurt this time? Still in the hospital?"

"Yes," Qu Feng replied.

Meng Jin immediately went to the hospital. When he arrived, Lian Qingyang was adjusting the tightness of the plaster cast. After the swelling in his leg went down, the cast had become much looser.

Lian Qingyang didn’t know who Meng Jin was.

After Meng Jin explained his purpose, calling for legal punishment for Meng Yanzhi and an apology to Lian Qingyang, Lian Qingyang was somewhat bewildered. He then remembered Mo Siyu and Sister Xiao Yue had mentioned before that Meng Jin was a reasonable person.

Lian Qingyang’s impression of Meng Jin improved, yet he felt Meng Jin looked familiar somehow.

Even after Meng Jin left, Lian Qingyang kept wondering where he had seen Meng Jin before.

After a long thought and still puzzled, Lian Qingyang shook his head and dismissed the thought.

Meng Family.

As soon as Meng Jian and his wife Zhang Hua entered the Meng house, Zhang Hua started shouting loudly, "Where’s my son? Where’s my Yanzhi?"

"Yanzhi?" Meng Jian also barged into the Meng house, shouting loudly.

When they were in Hu Province, Meng Jian and Zhang Hua were in disbelief upon receiving the news.

Their own son, Meng Yanzhi, who had wealth and power at the Meng family, how could he possibly be arrested?

But the other party was from the Tian Family, and their information was detailed. Meng Jian and Zhang Hua hurried over from Hu Province, arriving at the Meng house first, familiarly storming in and shouting.

"Mr. Meng is resting," Qu Feng stopped them in the hallway.

Meng Jian, with a plump belly and slicked back hair, said, "Qu Feng, tell me, did my son get into trouble?"

"Yanzhi indeed encountered some trouble," Qu Feng hadn’t finished speaking when Meng Jian, hearing that Meng Yanzhi was indeed in trouble, excitedly stepped forward, grabbed Qu Feng’s clothes and said, "Qu Feng, my son was well when I sent him to the Meng Family, how could he be arrested? I want to see Uncle Meng, where is Uncle Meng?"

Meng Jian shouted at the top of his lungs, "Uncle Meng, you promised to take good care of my son, and now that he has been arrested, you owe my son."

"That’s right, I sent my son to the Meng Family in good condition, and now something has happened, why are you hiding and not seeing us?" In Zhang Hua’s heart, their son was their life, even though there were two other sons at home, those two only spent money, unlike Meng Yanzhi who would give them money?

"Uncle Meng." Meng Jian’s voice was very loud.

Qu Feng reprimanded and struggled for a long time, then he felt something was wrong. Mr. Meng was usually a light sleeper; with Meng Jian and Zhang Hua making such a fuss, how could Mr. Meng not show any reaction?

"This is not good."

Qu Feng stopped holding back Meng Jian, turned around, and went to knock on Mr. Meng’s door, but behind the door, there was silence.

"Mr. Meng!" Qu Feng shouted loudly, and after confirming there was no response inside, he started kicking the door.

Meng Jian and Zhang Hua had no idea what Qu Feng was doing.

Until the door was opened and Qu Feng was carrying Mr. Meng on his back, Meng Jian and Zhang Hua were both tremendously shocked.

This is a large courtyard with many people; Qu Feng carrying Mr. Meng quickly got him sent to the hospital.

"Uncle Meng won’t..." Zhang Hua whispered quietly into Meng Jian’s ear.

Meng Jian glared at her and said, "Can’t you speak properly? If Uncle Meng is gone, do you think we can still have days as good as this?"

Although Meng Jian was lazy and gluttonous, he knew some things; they needed to cling tightly to Uncle Meng, the robust support, otherwise, their good days would come to an end.

After leaving the hospital, Meng Jin specifically went to the Security Bureau, but visitations weren’t allowed, so Meng Jin left and didn’t go home but instead went to meet an old friend and then went to find Mo Siyu.

Apparently, all the evidence against Meng Yanzhi was found by Mo Siyu, who was also the fiancé Tang Yue had met before.

Once praised by his father and Grandpa Qin as a business prodigy, Meng Jin was quite curious about Mo Siyu.

When Mo Siyu saw Meng Jin entering the house, there was a moment of surprise. Photos are static, but people are dynamic.

He lowered his eyes, subdued his emotions, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and poured water for his guest while sizing up Meng Jin.

Meng Jin observed Mo Siyu; maybe he had just returned from work, his face still had traces of sweat, but his stern face and upright physique exhibited extraordinariness, especially those deep, black eyes, with a resolute gaze.

"You are called Mo Siyu?" Meng Jin asked, not sure if it was because of the ’Mo’ surname, but upon seeing Mo Siyu, he felt an unusual warmth, a heartfelt desire to be close to him.

"Yes," Mo Siyu replied.

"Sit down," Meng Jin gestured for him to sit.

Mo Siyu didn’t refuse, sat down beside him, his straight posture truly fitting the phrase, standing like a pine, sitting like a bell.

"What you’ve done is excellent," praised Meng Jin, "He did wrong and receiving punishment is appropriate, what you did was excellent."

Meng Jin’s words were abrupt, but Mo Siyu immediately understood.

Meng Jin said, "My father, he... is old now and the child raised by his side, inevitably spoilt. Of course, I am also to blame for not fulfilling a father’s responsibility."