Tianshan Airport, Zhao Weilin got off the plane, looking weary from travel.

Seeing the figure standing beside the Maybach not far away, he walked over angrily.

"How is Zhao Qing!"

Before he even got there, his questioning voice already rang out.

Qi Yun stepped forward two steps, coughing awkwardly: "Cough... Uncle, don't be anxious, Zhao Qing is okay now."

It was only today that he informed Zhao Weilin about Zhao Qing's injury, partly out of fear that this old father-in-law would worry, and partly because Zhao Qing didn't want to see him.

However, out of respect, and given that Zhao Qing is pregnant, under Qi Yun's persuasion, Zhao Qing eventually agreed to let him know about the situation.

Zhao Weilin also canceled his current work in Shanghai upon receiving the news and rushed over immediately.

He glared at Qi Yun fiercely, wanting badly to beat the kid up, but held back his anger in the end.

His daughter already dislikes him and hasn't reconciled with him yet. If he offends the kid now, he's bound to become completely isolated.

Moreover... given this guy's current status, Zhao Weilin might not even be able to grab the first chopsticks, let alone resort to physical or verbal abuse.

Suppressing his frustration, Zhao Weilin took a deep breath and frowned, asking, "What exactly happened?"

Qi Yun saw the old man was in a foul mood but didn't take it personally and responded softly: "Uncle, it's my fault for not protecting Zhao Qing well."

"Let's get in the car first, I'll explain everything to you slowly."

...

More than half an hour later, the car stopped at the hospital parking lot.

Zhao Weilin got out of the car, his face no longer angry.

A man working in society is bound to offend some people; plus, considering someone was killed for revenge, being a father, there's not much he can say.

"Uncle, this way." Qi Yun raised his hand to lead the way.

Zhao Weilin nodded slightly and followed him.

The two arrived at the ward door, Qi Yun was about to push the door to enter but was grabbed by Zhao Weilin.

"What's the matter, Uncle?" Qi Yun looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Weilin pursed his lips, seemingly struggling internally.

Seeing his expression, Qi Yun guessed he might be nervous about meeting Zhao Qing, so he patted his arm to comfort him: "Go in, she knows you're coming."

Zhao Weilin responded with a "hmm," took a deep breath, and followed Qi Yun into the ward.

Inside, Zhao Qing was leaning against the headboard, reading a parenting manual.

When she heard the door open, she looked up, pausing her hand with the manual as she saw the two enter.

"Zhao Qing, Uncle is here to see you." Qi Yun winked at her and then said to Zhao Weilin, "Uncle, sit down."

Zhao Weilin moved forward two steps, fixated on Zhao Qing, scrutinizing her from head to toe, his Adam's apple moving twice, but ultimately, he said nothing.

Seeing his awkwardness, Zhao Qing, lying on the bed, spoke first, asking in a flat tone, "You're here."

Only then did Zhao Weilin gather more courage, stepping to the bedside: "Ah, I'm here."

"Zhao Qing... how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"

"It's fine, the doctor said I'm recovering well." Zhao Qing lowered her head, continuing to flip through the manual, hardly looking at him.

Seeing this, Qi Yun coughed lightly and said: "You two chat first, I'll go make a phone call."

Saying that, he turned and left the ward, gently closing the door behind him to leave the space for the father and daughter.

The corridor lights were on, Amin and the other three guys were stationed at both ends of the corridor, and when they saw him come out, none of them stepped forward to disturb.

Qi Yun entered the stairwell, lit a cigarette, and pulled out his phone to communicate the latest situation with Ignacio.

The latter had been investigating the Can Cong eyeball for some time, flipping through numerous ancient texts, finding only some sporadic records.

After all, Ancient Shu Kingdom is already thousands of years old, long buried in the river of history.

Furthermore, it was a small kingdom unlike Shang and Zhou that left ample records, mostly mentioned briefly in ancient bibliographies like the "Huayang Guozhi."

To gain more insights, perhaps hope can only be placed in systematic intelligence.

"Whew~"

Qi Yun exhaled a cloud of smoke, knowing this matter can't be rushed.

After finishing the cigarette, upon returning to the corridor, Zhao Weilin also emerged from the ward.

Although he appeared calm, the hand behind his back was clenched into a fist, eyes gleaming with excited fervor.

It was the first time Zhao Weilin had a peaceful conversation with his daughter, without arguing; Zhao Qing even actively inquired about his situation in Shanghai.

Qi Yun keenly noticed this change, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, as he proactively approached: "Uncle, finished talking?"

Zhao Weilin withdrew his thoughts, secretly relaxing his hand behind him, clearing his throat, trying to maintain his elder's dignity: "Yes, Zhao Qing said she's a bit tired, letting her rest well."

Qi Yun nodded: "I've arranged the hotel, let someone take you there to rest."

"Yes." Zhao Weilin responded, heading towards the elevator, "By the way, how's your project in Shanghai?"

"The affairs there are being watched over by the Skyline Group people, I don't need to worry, but I'm heading to Shanghai the day after tomorrow; would you stay one more day, accompany Zhao Qing, and then we set off together?" Qi Yun asked, looking at Zhao Weilin.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weilin immediately showed joy but soon suppressed his smile, once again assuming the elder's demeanor, nodding indifferently: "Okay."