Upon hearing the doctor’s advice, Yan Zhengxiong’s face turned extremely grim.

He pressed his lips together, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and stared at Yan Kejun’s sleeping face with an increasingly ominous expression.

Five seconds later, he called for his secretary.

"Immediately follow up on signing the contract with Professor Qin Qing, and also release information stating that Professor Qin Qing is being unfairly treated at Mainland Group." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Yes!"

After the secretary left, Yan Zhengxiong looked at Yan Kejun on the hospital bed, his face growing even colder.

Later, Yan Kejun finally woke up, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the white in front of him, momentarily bewildered.

It wasn’t until he saw the IV drip by the bed and the middle-aged man seated beside him that his mind cleared up a bit.

He instinctively tried to sit up, but a wave of unbearable pain surged through his stomach, instantly contorting his face with hurt.

Yan Zhengxiong noticed he was awake and pressed his thin lips tightly together.

Yan Kejun struggled to suppress the pain, looked up at Yan Zhengxiong, and before he could utter ’Uncle’, he was slapped hard across the face.

He instinctively raised his hand to block, but the IV needle in his hand was knocked askew, causing a large swelling to appear on the back of his hand.

Yan Zhengxiong spat out three words: "How long?"

Yan Kejun pressed his lips together, immediately understanding that his uncle had discovered his illness caused by excessive drinking.

"Uncle..."

Yan Kejun’s face stung with pain, his lips even carried the taste of blood, understanding how hard his uncle had hit him.

Perhaps it was out of disappointment.

He quietly said, "About a year..."

Yan Zhengxiong was furious, closed his eyes, nearly unable to stand steady.

He took a deep breath, pressed the call button with a steely face.

Soon a nurse arrived, saw the swelling on Yan Kejun’s hand, immediately changed the needle, and the sharp chill of the needle touched the skin.

After the nurse left, Yan Kejun guiltily said, "Uncle, I’m sorry, I... I made a mistake, but I really can’t control myself..."

Yan Zhengxiong stared at him without a word.

He wasn’t even thirty yet, looking so young, how could he be so lost?

He sighed heavily, speaking in a fatherly tone, "Ah Jun, all your life I’ve been strict with you, because I’ve treated you like my own son. I believe the way I’ve cultivated you is worthy of my third brother... Perhaps the only thing I regret in my life, is allowing you to be engaged to Song Yin back then!"

Yan Kejun was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, saying, "No, Uncle, it has nothing to do with Yinyin, it’s not her fault, please, don’t..."

"I can’t believe it, it’s been six years, and you still can’t forget her? You need to wake up, she’s about to become Mrs. Lu!"

As he spoke, Yan Zhengxiong threw down a pile of magazines.

Yan Kejun glanced down, and the magazine titles were glaringly large—

[The Most Luxurious Wedding in Imperial City in Two Decades to Be Held!]

[The Perfect Reenactment of the Fall from Grace of the Heiress!]

[A New Generation in the Art World Enters the Aristocratic Path.]

The last one provided a detailed breakdown of Lu Jihan and Song Yinyin’s wedding, including what wedding car, gown, hotel... they chose.

Even the performers were various celebrities.

To call it a wedding of the century would not be an exaggeration.

Even though the wedding hadn’t taken place yet, it had already become the focal point for every circle in the Imperial City.

His stomach began to churn again, Yan Kejun coughed strongly to relieve the stomach pain, and gradually, his consciousness started to blur.