What is Ou Chunhua doing in her hospital room in the middle of the night? Zhao Mengjin knew that Ou Chunhua lived here, because when she accompanied her grandmother for a doctor’s visit earlier, she saw Ou Chunhua at Tang Sili’s office.

Zhao Mengjin used her uninjured hand to lift the quilt and got out of bed.

She was in a private room, with no one else in it. She walked to the door, stood by Ou Chunhua, and looked out into the hospital corridor a couple of times, seeing no one, given that it was late at night.

Ou Chunhua turned her head to look at her and said, "No one’s here."

Zhao Mengjin turned back, "You looking for me?"

"If I weren’t looking for you, would I come here?" Ou Chunhua said with a sneer, noting that Zhao Mengjin didn’t call her Mrs. or Aunt like she used to, omitting any title.

Zhao Mengjin didn’t know how to address her anymore; she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Because a distasteful feeling lay buried in her heart, especially after knowing what the other had done. Calling this person an elder? It felt like an insult to the word itself.

"What’s the matter?" Zhao Mengjin asked coldly.

Ou Chunhua looked straight ahead, entered the room, found a chair, and sat down, saying, "I’m tired. Let me rest. You should know my health is not good. And, you’ve met with my son again, haven’t you?"

After a few years without seeing her, Zhao Mengjin could now tell that her health wasn’t good. Previously, Ou Chunhua lived in comfort, and her body was round and blessed. But now, Ou Chunhua was as thin as a bamboo stick, looking very unwell.

Seeing her gaze fall upon herself, Ou Chunhua sighed, "Do you think I’m pitiful?"

Pitiful? No! Just thinking about the things this person did, why feel pity for a bad person.

Zhao Mengjin’s eyes were cold.

Perhaps sensing the coldness in her gaze, Ou Chunhua raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Do you feel, perhaps, that you have less heart than Gu Nuan?"

Zhao Mengjin turned her face away. Was her heart colder than Gu Nuan’s? She couldn’t say for sure. But she was lonely, especially after her mother’s departure, carrying a heavy burden that made her even colder and lonelier.

No one blamed her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t blame herself. Especially considering her heart had been lonely since childhood. Although she had become a world-renowned star with countless fans worldwide, who could understand the loneliness in her heart?

A genius is destined to be lonely.

Ou Chunhua, staring at her turned face, spoke instead of another matter: "I was both surprised and gratified to learn that your grandmother came to Professor Tang for treatment."

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Mengjin turned, her gaze scraping her face like a knife. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Just what I said." Ou Chunhua bared her teeth with a smile, "You see, disease doesn’t differentiate between good or bad people. As long as you’re human, you can get sick."

Zhao Mengjin directly opened the door, intending to get this person out. If she didn’t leave, she would call the nurse.

Seeing her action, Ou Chunhua remained unmoved, only saying, "Don’t you understand what I mean? I mean, that man, as a doctor, had known this kind of thing long ago."

Was she talking about Tang Sili? Then why not mention her own son? Wasn’t Ou Yanan also a doctor?

Seeing her thoughts, Ou Chunhua said, "My son is the same. So, you see, he didn’t abandon me. When everyone else did, he was the only one who didn’t."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Zhao Mengjin said coldly, "It’s too late, and if you just want to go on with this nonsense—"

Ou Chunhua nodded, "I just want to ask you, when you were with my son before, were you pretending? You don’t really like my son, right?"