CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: SO NAIVE

The housekeeper led the fashionably dressed woman inside, and Rong Qingqing was momentarily unresponsive.

The doctor was discussing Rong Qingqing’s diet and care with Nanny Zhao, while Ms. Wang was exchanging pleasantries with Guo Lan. Even after the doctor left, Ms. Wang did not step forward to ask how Rong Qingqing, her daughter, was doing.

"You and Qingqing haven’t seen each other for a while, go to her room and have a good talk." Guo Lan, not being too familiar with Rong Qingqing’s mother, naturally wouldn’t stay to chat when the mother arrived.

"I have a flight in two and a half hours, so I won’t go upstairs." Ms. Wang shook her head, "I’ll just push her around the garden and have a little chat."

After Ms. Wang spoke, she didn’t ask Rong Qingqing for her opinion and simply wheeled her out of the room.

Shen Qiao stood there counting on her fingers, then looked at the people leaving with a face full of shock.

Murmuring softly, "A flight in two and a half hours, boarding thirty minutes earlier, plus over an hour’s drive, means the time she leaves for Sister Qingqing is only half an hour, no more."

This left Shen Qiao utterly surprised.

Guo Lan gently tapped Shen Qiao on the head, "Say a bit less."

"Is this Sister Qingqing’s biological mother?" Shen Qiao pouted discontentedly, "Something happened to Sister Qingqing yesterday, and she only came today, with a flight in two and a half hours and she still dragged it out until now? Her coming is as good as not coming at all."

Shen Qiao linked her arm with her mother’s, "Mom, let’s treat Sister Qingqing better in the future."

The garden at Shen Manor was crafted by a particularly famous landscape designer from abroad, and the entire estate was scenic at every turn.

Every plant and tree was meticulously designed, and each season offered its distinctive beauty at Shen Manor.

Ms. Wang stopped pushing Rong Qingqing beneath a tree.

"Rong Ming called me yesterday to personally bring you back to the Rong Family, but I heard from the old man that you want to stay at Shen Manor?" Ms. Wang suddenly asked.

"Yes." Rong Qingqing sensed something in her words.

If Rong Ming hadn’t called her, she wouldn’t have planned to come.

"Since you chose to stay, there’s no need for me to take you away." Ms. Wang finished with a slight touch of sarcasm in her tone,

asking, "Daughter, staying at Shen Manor—could it be you’re hoping to see more of Shen Xingwei?"

Rong Qingqing glanced up at Ms. Wang without speaking.

"You should know, you’re now Shen Jue’s fiancée; Shen Xingwei has already abandoned you." Ms. Wang raised her eyebrows, "You’re not still holding onto any notions of love, are you? I didn’t know I raised such a naïve daughter."

Ms. Wang patted Rong Qingqing’s head, "I thought after this incident, you’d be more clear-headed. In this world, where is there love? It’s a world where interests come first; love is just a pastime for those controlling those interests."

"Not acknowledging something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, and just because we haven’t encountered it doesn’t mean it’s not real." None of Ms. Wang’s words resonated with Rong Qingqing.

Who says there is no love?

Her mom and dad were indeed love.

At the moment of the accident, Dad still hugged Mom tightly in his arms. This instinctive protection, risking life and limb, how could it not be love?

If it wasn’t true love to the core, how could he still remember to protect her at that moment?

Rong Qingqing’s words left Ms. Wang silent for a few seconds.

Then, she let out a mocking laugh.