Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Admitting Fault

"We’re going to the hospital now." Tang Yue said decisively.

Li Wei and Yan Dong exchanged glances, and Li Wei said, "Brother Mo, let me carry you. You haven’t slept for three days and nights."

Three days and nights without sleep?

Only then did Tang Yue notice Mo Siyu, who was previously a bit distant and then preoccupied with worrying about Lian Qingyang, she hadn’t paid attention to Mo Siyu. Now looking at him, she noticed red bloodshot in his eyes, which he couldn’t hide completely.

Lian Qingyang truly hadn’t expected Mo Siyu to have stayed awake for three days and nights. However, considering Mo Siyu’s messy beard and disheveled appearance, Lian Qingyang took the initiative and said, "You carry me."

Mo Siyu did not refuse anymore and let Li Wei carry Lian Qingyang.

Lian Qingyang, Yu Zhaodi, and the captured Hei Tie were all taken away one after another.

Mo Siyu, holding Tang Yue’s hand, approached Meng Yanzhi. Meng Yanzhi was only slightly shorter than Mo Siyu, but there was a big difference in their aura. Mo Siyu coldly looked at him and said, "Meng Yanzhi, what do you think Old Master Meng would do if he knew what you’ve done? Do you think you, Young Master Meng, can still sit comfortably?"

After that, Mo Siyu left with Tang Yue. Tang Yue periodically examined Mo Siyu and asked, "Why don’t you take a nap first?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"No, Hei Tie is very important, I have to return and report my task." Mo Siyu didn’t want to waste the time he could be spending together. Descending the mountain, one couldn’t even tell that Mo Siyu hadn’t slept for three days and nights.

"Are you hurt?" Tang Yue suddenly stopped and looked at him.

Mo Siyu held her hand and said, "I’m not hurt, we need to get down the mountain quickly, or else we don’t know what will happen to Lian Qingyang’s leg."

"Okay." Tang Yue tightly held his hand, quietly scrutinizing his clothes, which although disheveled, were not torn, providing her some relief.

Halfway down the mountain.

Feng Yongqing, with his neck shrunken, looked at Meng Yanzhi, whose face this time bore not a hint of defeat but an indescribable expression.

Has he lost his wits?

Feng Yongqing dared not say this aloud and quietly asked, "Mr. Meng, what should we do?"

The words just spoken by Mo Siyu were clearly meant to inform Old Master Meng, Meng Yanzhi’s grandfather. If Grandpa Meng got wind of this, wouldn’t he be furious?

No, whether Meng Yanzhi would be in trouble, he did not know, but he certainly couldn’t escape now.

Feng Yongqing’s face was a picture of despair, sure that he would be the first one Grandpa Meng would scold.

Meng Yanzhi remained silent, leading Feng Yongqing and others down the mountain. Upon reaching the bottom, he prepared a stack of money and said, "You should go abroad."

"Ah..." Feng Yongqing looked bewilderedly at Meng Yanzhi, completely unsure of what Meng Yanzhi was thinking. He hurriedly said, "Mr. Meng, I was also half responsible for this, I... I..."

"To take responsibility," these words Feng Yongqing struggled to say for a long time.

He, Feng Yongqing, was just a minor follower behind Meng Yanzhi. Could he bear this responsibility? Could he face the wrath of Old Master Meng?

He certainly wasn’t Meng Yanzhi.

Feng Yongqing’s face turned red, filled with guilt and self-blame as he looked at Meng Yanzhi.

If only he wasn’t like he is now, without any commendable skills or honors to his name. If he could establish something of his own to make Grandpa and the Meng Family proud, then why should he fear those bitter words?

"Yanzhi, what are you doing standing there?" Mr. Meng had finished tending his plots and was coming out with a watering can when he saw Meng Yanzhi standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

Mr. Meng eyed Meng Yanzhi suspiciously and asked, "Have you gotten into trouble again?"

Mr. Meng’s expression was normal, as far as his grandson was concerned. Not getting into trouble would be the real abnormality.

"What trouble have you gotten into this time?" Mr. Meng took the watering can inside, placed it by the door, and walked into the living room with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Grandpa." Meng Yanzhi immediately knelt down in front of Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng was taken aback, his eyelid twitched, and with a ’snap’, he placed down the cup he had just picked up, and said sternly, "You didn’t commit murder or arson, did you?"

"No." Meng Yanzhi hung his head, unlike his usual self who refused to admit his mistakes. This time, Meng Yanzhi’s attitude in admitting fault was exceptionally good, so much so that Mr. Meng thought his grandson had been switched with someone else.

"What did you do then?" Mr. Meng stared intensely at Meng Yanzhi, almost as if trying to see right through him.

Meng Yanzhi explained everything he had done in detail.

Mr. Meng listened, terrified. He knew about Tang Yue. Because of this girl, Meng Yanzhi had bullied others with his power, and thereafter, he had been confined. Mr. Meng thought there had been no further contact, but now...

Half a year had passed, and Meng Yanzhi was thinking about her again. No, it should be said that he never stopped—the rogue was still fixated on her. Now, he had resorted to even more despicable methods?