The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

The wedding concluded.

Mr. Feng and his companions departed one after another.

Mr. and Mrs. Song lost face today, even though others were unaware of the situation.

However, most prominent figures were seated at this table and the one next to it.

The people at these two tables all witnessed the scene, what the couple did, and what Song Mohuan did.

Now, they have neither dignity nor reputation left.

Song Mohuan was sullen, seeing off the remaining guests with Fang Xiaohui, yet he seemed disinterested in any subsequent events.

Fang Xiaohui felt remorseful too.

If she had known, she would definitely not have poured that glass of wine.

Song Moxin was somewhat annoyed.

Grandma still showed them no face.

This matter could have been left unsaid, but she insisted on revealing the truth in front of so many people.

Song Moting appeared well-behaved; everyone thought he was a filial and righteous grandson, yet her brother and parents became the target of blame.

The old lady was being deliberate.

The family returned home in silence.

Mr. and Mrs. Song went straight to their room.

Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan did the same.

Song Mohuan lay on the bed without saying a word.

Fang Xiaohui was speechless.

This newlywed life was awkward indeed.

Fortunately, Song Moxin quickly came knocking on the door.

Fang Xiaohui felt somewhat relieved.

Song Moxin brought Wu Fei's gift.

Seeing the valuable gift, Fang Xiaohui finally felt like she was part of the Song family.

At least the tangible benefits of being a Song were evident.

If not for the Songs, why would the Wu family send a gift?

But wasn't it said that the Song family didn't get along with the Wu family?

Why would the Wu family send a gift?

And it was even delivered by Song Moxin?

"Mohuan, Wu Fei sent a wedding gift! It's a pair of couple watches."

Fang Xiaohui took out the watches, a bit fondly, as they were different from what she usually saw.

They're a foreign brand.

Song Mohuan glanced over, "Oh, Wu Fei! She probably sent it for my sister's sake! I don't have much of a relationship with Wu Fei. Keep them! When Wu Fei gets married, we have to give a gift too."

No one from the Wu family came today, not even Wu Fei.

This represented the Wu family's attitude.

No matter what efforts Song Moxin made, the Wu family showed no intention of making peace with the Song family.

Mr. Song received a call, stood up, and grabbed his coat to leave.

Mrs. Song hurriedly asked.

"It's already the afternoon, where are you going?"

"My elder brother called, dad's train arrives this afternoon, I have to pick him up at the station."

Mr. Song left immediately.

After today's events, he was even more aware of the necessity of easing the relationship with his parents, otherwise rumors could spread about today's events, robbing him of both face and inside information.

The problem is, their future prospects could also be affected, not just him, but it could impact his children and wife, and the long-term future of the entire family could be affected.

He could no longer keep a tense relationship with his parents.

His father's bad temper wouldn't yield unless he did first, how could his father possibly yield?

And his mother's attitude today was clear, she would always stand by that little bastard's side, no matter what.

More disgrace is sure to come in the future, better to reconcile with his parents sooner rather than later.

Even if it's just an act, he needs to ease the relationship with Song Moting.

He's not someone without a brain, his temper and personality vary depending on who he's dealing with.

Hastily heading to the train station.

His elder brother and third brother were there as well.

They waved upon seeing him.

"The old man's guard called me, they should be here soon, according to the schedule, the train will arrive in about three minutes."

Song Qingyun, who is the eldest, usually had more contact with the old man's guard in any matter.

Song Qingyun is the dean of the Clinical Department at the Medical College.

He once was a famous top surgeon too.

But his aptitude was limited; he initially wanted to learn neurosurgery from his mother but found himself lacking while facing such operations after several attempts.

As an assistant, he had no problem, showed great responsibility, but when it came to handling issues as the chief surgeon, his response ability was too poor.

His mother decided to let him teach, believing that his insufficient adaptability in surgery would easily lead to surgical problems.

After deep contemplation, he transferred to teach at the Medical College.

The third brother, Song Qingcheng, is the Head of Pediatrics and a national-level expert.

Song Qinghe, the father, is the Head of Cardiovascular Department, each of the three brothers has their strengths.

"Brother, did Mother say anything when you sent her back today?"

Mr. Song couldn't hold back.

"Don't blame Mother for today's events. What she said was right, you've been too indifferent to Moting. Had you not provoked Mother today, she wouldn't have embarrassed you like this. Plus, Moting did enough today.

Despite your words, he neither explained nor refuted. But my dear brother, you should think more about it, Moting is an adult now. He has established a career and a family; before, he was alone and might have silently endured grievances without defending himself because no one else spoke for him.

The problem is now he has a wife. You can see that his wife supports him; no wife would want anyone to treat her husband like that. You need to change your attitude towards the child, he's your own son.

You can't blame Mother for being upset, if I were in her place, I'd be angry too."

Song Qingyun couldn't stand his younger brother's behavior.

Mr. Song lowered his head, "Brother, I understand. I've reflected on today's events, it was my mistake. I'll apologize to our parents after taking dad home."

The three brothers were speechless.

It wasn't long before a group diverted their attention because they found out the old man was brought back on a stretcher.

"What happened? Xiao Wang, what's going on?"

Song Qingyun was flustered.

Several guards securely carried the stretcher with the old man on it.

"Professor Song, the old man suddenly had a stroke on the way. We delayed for some simple treatment at a nearby hospital, but the hospital said the stroke requires long-term care at home, it's impossible to treat it immediately.

We had no choice but to bring the old man back from the local hospital since Jingbei's hospitals have far better treatment conditions than those township hospitals. So we won't say much, let's quickly get the old man to the hospital."

Song Qingyun and his two brothers hurriedly helped, panic-stricken, they got the old man into the car and quickly took him to Renhe Hospital in Jingbei.

As they made a call during their journey, the hospital was ready to receive them.

The old man was taken to a VIP room.

It was too late to conduct a full-body check-up that day, so they had to wait till the next day.

Song Qingyun called the old lady, he didn't dare to mention the stroke directly, just saying the train was delayed and might arrive the next morning.

Telling the old lady now would only worry her and rushing to the hospital couldn't solve the fundamental problem.

The three stayed by the old man's side, planning to tell the old lady the truth the next morning.